February 2009 Revel: Toy Story Mania
2/22/2009
11:03 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Saucy Jack's Cabaret Bar (OOC)(#325RJ)
A sleazy, grotty dive-bar on the planet Frottage III. Also Camrath's OOC hangout, back-scening and non-IC RP room.
Contents:
August (Hope-Turner; Wyrmfoe), Cole (Dragon's-Fire), Viv (Bag-of-Snakes), Mia (Hel), Yi (Runs-the-Gauntlet), Norman (Icetrap), Jason (Mind-Breaker), Horace (Untangler), Heather (Gathers-the-Rainbow), Jack (Fallout), Christopher (GM)
[OOC] Christopher: Okay. Initial briefing. This is going to be an umbral-based encounter. No rigid pose-order, but please do NOT pose twice in between my poses. Though it's been scaled back considering our small numbers, this will be a High Threat scene- you may get mangled, you may get battlescarred, you may die, you may be totally erased from existence or even worse, you may get horribly embarrassed. This is my first large-scale GMing experience here, so please be a little understanding if I need clarification or make mistakes. I will be tracking things on a battle-map and uploading photos of it each round to show the disposition of things. I'll be using dice, together with a few special/house rules- though they will as ever be used as a guide rather than a dictatory device. If everyone is cool with this, then I will get to writing the set, and we will be off. If you have any queries once we're in-game please either page them to Chris rather than Christopher, or hook up with me on AIM under Camrathkizuka.
On this crescent moon the Umbra is considerably different in feel from the usual full-moon revels. The atmosphere is darker, more dangerous- as if unknown /things/ lurked behind every reflection of rock or tree. The Wyldlings that harrassed the garou during the Moot itself seem to have made their escape, at least for now- and it's not long before an Engling in the form of a large hind can be spotted. Sensing predators nearby, the spirit at once turns and races towards a thicker section of treeline, hooves flying across the spirit-stuff. The hunt, it is ON!
Rainbow races after it, claws and teeth bared for pain. Engling hunt! Kill the Englings!
Hope-Turner raises his muzzle to the sky, calling the Garou to hunt with a wordless howl. The Gaian moves stiffly, self-consciously at first, as he moves to the point position at the front of the group. Then, instinct takes over, and he pursues the Engling with a more graceful lope, pushing for speed.
Dragon's-Fire is in fast pursuit as soon as he spots the Engling-hind, bristling and on edge with the unease of the small moon Umbra. The Fianna tosses himself into hunting the image of his tribe's totem with abandon.
A howl of triumph and hunger rips through Hel's throat right after Hope-Turner, letting out some built up energy as she chases after the engling.
Once through to the umbra, Bag-of-Snakes reverts to hispo form. She seems distinctly relieved that the main part of the moot, which put her under such stress, is over and that she now has the hunt to look forward to. Awoo! She canters after Hope-Turner at an easy gallop.
Mind-Breaker isn't whooping and howling out in fervor this time, staying close to the meat-shields on this more dangerous night. He's poking out in front though, blurred and scentless as he moves...until the Engling comes into view and Hope-Turner moves forward. Then with a barking howl, he's taking off at top speed after the quarry on the Ahroun's heels. Triumph for Gaia tonight!
Untangler swings widely around the pack, loping through the Umbral trees at an easy pace. His coat shifts and tears in colour like a damaged old movie, hiding him against the Umbral landscape, but those who can see him see an awkward wolf sure of his pacing but unsure of his place. He watches Hope-Turner as much as the prey.
Icetrap drops to all fours to join the chase, the normally reserved and hesitant Get now wound tight and ready to rumble. A howl breaks from him as he starts off with the others, wordless, fierce and exhuberant.
Runs-the-Gauntlet shifts into a four-legged hispo form as she gets into the Umbra. A sniff is taken to make sure of the others, investigating who's with. She breaks off after Hope-Turner once the Wyrmfoe is on the move, galloping off to point about two meters off the pair of Wildfire's left flank.
Fallout is quick to join the hunt, flanking the others in hispo. He's quiet, though his entire body is rippling with a sort of intense, rage-fueled energy.
On and on the Engling runs, fleeing the baying horde of hyped-up werewolves. It turns and darts through the trees, leading the pack on a merry chase through the umbral landscape. Several times the leaders draw almost close enough to leap or strike- but it always manages to curve itself just out of reach- almost taunting them. The chase carries on for long minutes, the darkened forest growing more and more wild and menacing in appearance. The knife-moon's dim light is soon shrouded by gathering mist and fog, and blocked out by the long branches of the canopy overhead. Noises begin to sound off- and suddenly the mist is thickening rapidly, closing in on both the hind and her pursuers, until there's a regular old pea-souper going on.
Dragon's-Fire takes little notice of the increasingly sinister nature of the forest, as focused as he is on the group's quarry. But when the mist starts to thicken and sounds start spilling out, he slows down considerably. ~I don't like this, something doesn't seem right at all.~ Grey eyes flick back and forth, trying to make out the surroundings through the pall.
Hope-Turner bounds after the Engling, but the Ahroun's anxiety wins out over instinct once the mist becomes thick. The shadow is already dark, and without Ember's boons, he finds himself disoriented. He slows and holds up a Crinos paw. ~Wait. Stop, this is fucked. Can't see shit. Regroup - everyone call out to each other and stay close,~ he barks loudly.
Rainbow skids to a halt in the fog, chest heaving. She curves her ears this way and that, trying to spot the prey. She looks this way and that, and the rest can hear a low murmur: ~Heeere engling engling...~
Untangler hangs as far to the group's right flank as he can while still maintaining line of sight, nose, or ear, on the Wyrm-Foe; he moves out automatically, trying to loop around the spirit, but never comes close and never seems to much mind. As the mist draws thicker though he slides in closer to the group and his pace slows, and when the order comes he remains silent but slinks in almost guiltily along the rest of the wolves, his fur the colour of smoke.
Icetrap has fallen silent, and, if anything can be seen through the Umbral fog, looks to be relying as much on smell, and the feel of the Umbral air on his bare hide, and on concentration, as on his eyes and ears. He keeps his attention forward as he slows to stay with the other Garou, attempting not to lose the Engling's trail.
Mind-Breaker is darting right alongside Hope-Turner, paying no heed to the fog thickening around them. The focused ragabash almost misses the Crinos slowly to a stop, and he darts out ahead of the Wyrm-Foe before slowly quickly and turning around, huffing and shaking himself out in disappointment. ~Why do Stags have to be so awesomely fast?~ mutters the Hispo as he searches for his group in the fog.
Bag-of-Snakes groups up right behind Hope-Turner's tail. ~Talk about Sydney Harbor in October,~ she growls quietly to herself, before giving a tentative 'here I am' howl to assist stragglers in regrouping.
As she sprints, Hel shifts up to her crinos form, just as her hand reaches behind her to pull out a beautifully decorated and intricate labrys. Hefting it high on the handle by the blades, she bounds forward, sometimes on all three, sometimes on two legs.
Runs-the-Gauntlet skids to a stop once it's called and fires up a short yipping cry. She's here. Her nose works furiously to seek out the others in the Umbral mists.
Fallout falters once they enter the mist, his posture immediately going to something more guarded and wary, ears forward and all senses reaching out. Slowly, he ventures towards the howls, letting a short, gruff one of his own.
Once the garou stop in their chase and begin to clump up more tightly, the mist only gets worse. It closes in around them, cool and yet somehow cloying. Strange scents drift across the breeze born with it- mixed in with the smell of the umbral woods and earth, there's hints of metal. Of oil and chemicals. Of plastics. Of what those garou who have spent time around youngsters would recognise as inadequate toilet-training. And a deeper, more bizarre and obviously non-woodsy scent. The mist now surrounds the group entirely, hemming them in in what appears to be a small clearing- no trees being visible anymore. The light fades- but just as things seem to start looking truly bleak, a sudden faint glow diffuses from the mist ahead of them; golden and warm-seeming.
To (Hope-Turner, Runs-the-Gauntlet, Fallout, Hel), Christopher pages: That strange scent appears to be.. floor polish and disinfectant.
Hope-Turner sneezes at the scents eminating from the mist. ~What the...?~ Once he finds his Fianna packmate by touch and scent, he puts his back up against Dragon's-Fire's. ~Spirit-talkers? Can you find out what's happening? Is this the work of a spirit?~ The Gaian tries to keep his voice calm and confident, but there's an edge of tightness to his growling voice.
Dragon's-Fire rises into crinos in a heartbeat as he closes the short distance to Hope-Turner. ~We're not in Kansas anymore.~ He clutches the haft of his axe tightly in his hands. ~Ugh, what the fuck? Did we get hit by a Pampers spirit?~
Mind-Breaker lets out a huff that's half sneeze half Mother's Tongue curse as the smells grow stronger. ~Dun like this...the Umbra's gonna turn nasty real quick, I know it.~ Glancing around, the Fianna moves closer to Hope-Turner and Dragon's-Fire, back to the two packmates as he shifts up to Crinos, eyes and ears turning all about in the mist.
Pausing at the strange smell, Hel dips her head down and sniffs, her nose scrunching up in distaste. ~Smells like a hospital or a restaurant's bathroom.~ Cause those two things smell exactly the same.
Icetrap blinks distrustfully at the golden glow, seemingly still more inclined to trust senses other than his eyes. His ears twist as he listens- he can understand the voices of spirits, if there are any to be heard- and his muzzle wrinkles momentarily in a silent snarl.
Fallout sneezes roughly and crankily, not seeming happy. He rumbles to himself, attention flicking toward the light. Not a word, but the philodox is rather on edge.
Rainbow snorts in the mist and listens to the voices to trot back reluctantly to the 'pack.' Full of battle-lust, she finds herself slipping close to Mind-Breaker and immediately snarls warningly before picking up his scent under the industrial fecal odor. She stills herself and flattens her ears. ~Sorry.~
Untangler sits down. His scent is hidden by his gifts so his fear is unnoticeable: he seems just to sit there, implacably - almost lazily - waiting to be told what to do.
Bag-of-Snakes sniffs twice, and sneezes at the unpleasant stench. ~It /is/ Sydney Harbor!~ she says, but the breezy words have a flat tone to them, betraying her confusion and worry at this odd situation in which the revellers find themselves.
Runs-the-Gauntlet looks uncomfortable as she sniffs out the non-woodsy scent. The Gnawer ragabash pulls in a little more towards the Wyrmfoe. At the sight of the light, she points it out with an indication of her head to Hope-Turner. ~Scouts forward, towards the light?~
The light only grows brighter as the mist closes in behind them- seeming almost solid. There's a vague sense of the revellers being herded towards it, thick walls of mist visibly closing in from the back and sides. The woods-scent is now almost completely gone, the soft earth underneath their feet turning more firm, less yielding as a thin skein of the fog begins to flow across the floor at human ankle-height. Now it's almost impossible for the garou to tell by looking around that they are in a forest at all- there is only those strange hygeine-related scents wafting from the warm, inviting glow ahead of them. The mist begins to part a little towards the goal as orders are thrown back and forth, inviting further exploration.
Mind-Breaker jumps a little at the snarl from Rainbow, fists clenching, though the sound of her apology calms him and he gropes out to pat a hand on her head, eyes still towards that light searchingly. At Yi's suggestion, he takes a few steps towards it, looking back to Hope-Turner for the go ahead. Gotta let the ragabash earn their keep, right?
~There's s-something in the direction of the light,~ Icetrap rumbles softly. ~No clear words.~
Hope-Turner grunts wordless but clear assent at Yi and Mind-Breaker. ~Who can sense the Wyrm? Tell me what you're getting here.~ He squints at the light, and at the change in environment. ~This is gonna be bad. Don't do anything stupid. Stay in groups.~
Untangler stands up slowly, with wary disgust, as if he'd sat in something but isn't sure what yet, as the ground changes and seems to swell beneath his bottom: that must have been unpleasant. Standing now, he sniffs gingerly at Hope-Turner for instructions, and then glances towards the light: the apprehension is difficult to tease out of the thick folds of his skin.
Rainbow sticks close to the group, tail down and fur bristled. She curves her ears towards August, waiting for more instruction. For now though, staying and waiting. Huff. She smells of irritation and impatience, but she sits still all the same.
~Getting herded,~ Dragon's-Fire observes with a growl to his voice. As per his packmate's instruction, he stays near to the Ahroun with senses straining and teeth bared. ~And if something dare shows its ugly face, we'll show them not to fuck with the Hidden Walk.~
Standing up to her full height, Hel shifts her weight to grip the bottom part of the labrys now, resting the other end against her shoulder. She remains silent for now.
~We damn well will,~ Bag-of-Snakes responds to the Fianna. ~Whatever the hell this is, we can sort it out. By whatever means necessary.~
Fallout eyes the light with a wary dubiety, pacing impatiently a step to the left, then to the right, and back again. He doesn't go forward, though, not yet.
Runs-the-Gauntlet rumbles thinly and looks in amongst the group to cough out, ~Ragabash with me.~ She flicks an ear of welcome to Mind-Breaker, indicating he take the right and takes a moment to call upon her Gifts as she steps forward on that changing ground.
The light grows brighter- or maybe it's just nearer. It's impossible to really tell whether the garou are moving, the light is or if everything's just gone totally to pot. There's no frame of reference except for one another's positions- even the ground is now hidden under a few inches of that thick mist. Closer and tighter it comes.. Brighter the light ahead becomes.. When all of a sudden there's a moment where everythomg seems to change and shift. It's the ragabash-party that see it first, the golden light suddenly burning through the mist and flaring to dazzling, almost painful levels of intensity. It rolls back over the party, and there's a powerful sensation of displacement; a sort of mental jolt. Then all the fog is gone, and the party appear to be standing in.. a box. A very large box, made of some thin wood-based material. Nightmarish distorted human figures dangle from long ropes attached to the roof, twisted gurning faces seeming to lift and follow the garou (though they fail to track all of those who have ragabash-gifts operating). A man with a hugely distorted nose and chin, clad in red. A policeman, his arm ineffectually waving a truncheon at them. And an enormous crocodile, snapping at thin air. The suspended THINGS don't seem to take direct action towards the garou, merely gibbering half-formed nonsense at them. Ahead of them, the golden light pours in through what appears to be a doorway taking up most of the far wall of the room, building or whatever it is. Behind them, the wall is painted with white and red stripes and appears solid.
Runs-the-Gauntlet stills her progress briefly at the wash of displacement sensation. She shuts her eyes, reopens them, and looking a little unnerved but still focused on the mission, pushes forward. A passing glance is given to the sight of the figures above. She hurries towards the light, shifting down further to her lupus form this time. With me, newmoons. To the light. And without hesitation, unless barred, she'll enter first.
Dragon's-Fire's ears pin back as the Fianna tenses with surprise at the sudden change of scenery. The disturbing (to say the least) scenery rips a growl from him. ~What in the name of fuck?~ He looks around to take stock of both allies and potential enemies.
Rainbow hunkers down and flattens her ears at the sight, hackling hostilely. ~This is creepy,~ she remarks, rather cagey.
Mind-Breaker falls in silently beside Runs-the-Gauntler on her right side, dropping low and moving carefully forward with her. ~If only we still had packchat...~ he grumbles to himself as--and then the light hits and he stifles a yelp of surprise as he shuts his eyes...only to open them to see an absolutely bizarre sight. Looking up, the Fianna bites his tongue and looks around in surprise. When Runs-The-Gauntlet pushes forward, Mind-Breaker is on her heels though, moving off to one side to sniff and peer around the edge of the door after shifting to lupus.
Hope-Turner puts and arm up to shield his eyes from the intense light, and when he lowers it, the scene that greets him - the box, the suspended, gibbering figures, the light that remains - along with the feeling of being traps makes him shudder with panicked Rage for a long moment. After a moment, he's able to call out, annoyed, ~Don't attack the fucking hangy-things, whatever.~ That's addressed to Mind-Breaker, whether warranted or not. Then, he moves up to back up the Ragabash, moving towards Gnawer and Fianna no-moons. Towards the light.
Stopping at the flash, Hell flattens her ears before she shakes it off to notice the hunged things. Her ears pin back and the Forseti Fostern just /growls/ at one of their ineffectual attacks before snorting in disgust and pushing forward as told.
Icetrap's ears prick, startled. ~It spoke!~ the Get rumbles as quietly as he can, puzzled and on edge as he eyes one of the dangling things, the male one. ~It said... 'That's the way to do it?'~
Bag-of-Snakes gives a long, deep snarl at this abrupt change of surrounding, though most of it is reserved for the crocodile. Perhaps it's fortunate that Hope-Turner's order not to attack comes when it does. Teeth bared, she follows the Wyrmfoe.
Untangler moves with Runs-the-Gauntlet and Mind-Breaker, though he also obviously keeps himself separate from them. Now that the fog he lifts he breaks off and proceeds a four or five yards off to their left. As the box overtakes him, the clinging, ephemeral, fogbound colour drips from his fur, replaced by his normal, dirty grey, clearly visible against the dark wood.
Fallout startles a little at this; he doesn't look fearful, just -dubious-. He rumbles a bit crankily, but keeps close to the others, flanking the wyrmfoe with hackles up.
The suspended figures just.. remain suspended, though the male one keeps up his high-pitched jabbering at the garou. The room that they are currently in is easy enough to cross, and the ragabi have no problem meeting the open doors and the light. What is shown to them appears to be.. odd, to say the least. A broad blue-floored plain, the ground hard and unyielding. Warm, hot sunlight fills the area- it has the feeling of a warm sunday morning in summer rather than a cold and bleak winter. Beyond the doorways various things are visible- about twenty yards away to the right quarter lies a pile of bright red tubes, each one the size of a telephone-pole. Just loosely heaped up. A faint smell of sulphur can be detected there. The area itself is littered with objects ranging from human sixed to that of a small car- some of them appear to be dinosaurs or human figures, others are harder to pick out. Most are non-moving, but not all. Off to the left of the doorway can be seen a bear. And what a bear. It stands around 30-40 feet in height, fur of soft brown with a brilliant white belly-patch. Its form is somewhat lumpen and misformed- it actually looks almost soft and cuddly, if it wasn't for the feral glow in its red eyes above a toothed muzzle. Oh. And there's a large, red heart-shape on its chest. To the north of this by perhaps another twenty to thirty metres is a slablike construction of red and blue materials- a wedge-shaped machine with a long lever atop of it running its full length. Around it are several ambulatory, golem-like figures rudely cast from some sort of clay- they have arms, legs and heads but no details on their brightly coloured forms. And finally, well back from all the others stands the most terrifying of all the sites so far. A robot of some form, standing many times taller than a garou in gun-metal and black. Red eyes shine from its head, one arm reaching out to gesture at them. Atop this, a black tube of some sort. *Intruders! Destroy the intruders!* Comes the yell from it in metallic-sounding spirit speech. And then the tube on its arm pulses, a brilliant purple flash jetting from the end of it towards the garou. It misses all of them, punching a hole the size of a trashcan lid through the wall of the room that most of the party currently resides in, blowing out a cloud of smoke, flames and wood-fibres.
Runs-the-Gauntlet skips back out of reflex at the sight of what the lead party is greeted with. The ragabash fostern snarls a command to the others in her scout party. Back, report to Wyrmfoe! Go!
Mind-Breaker ducks down as the projectile goes sailing over his heads, and he turns tail, sprinting back to the main group, his tail out straight behind him and hackles raised. ~We're in a /toy box/!~ He blurts out, hoping it translates well in Mother's Tongue, ~Eleven enemies, two huge to the left and straight ahead. The latter just...well...~ He looks up at the hole made in the box. ~They look like they don't want to talk.~
Untangler turns immediately at Runs-the-Gauntlet's command, though his movements are slow and his retreat is less flight than the fox's slow slink away. To the Garou he approaches his posture shows no recognition of what he'd seen, just a faint bewilderment. Once he's back in the darkness of the box he picks up to an easy trot. Once he's close enough he seems to have understood at least enough of what he'd seen to inform the others that the Umbra is a very silly place.
Hope-Turner ducks at the laser shot, and then stares at the scene before him for half a second, ears splaying and lips curled back. Then, he straightens and barks, pointing first at the clay golems. ~They can reproduce themselves. Everyone, smash the clay people and their Weavershit, I'll try to get the big Weaver-"bot" to fire its weaverbolt on the thing. Or knock it down on 'em. Dragon's-Fire, Bag-of-Snakes, Icetrap, you guys help me?~ He eyes Tenderheart, and with a wave of his hand, indicates, ~That bear can wait.~
Rainbow blinks, momentarily confused by Mind-Breaker's report. But curiosity gets the better of her and she runs forward a few steps before skidding and waiting tensely for Wyrmfoe's orders. She sniffs at the feet of some dangly puppet thing, before turning an intense gaze at August. His orders send her scurrying out the door to skid around and gleefully jump towards a clay golem.
~You got it,~ Bag-of-Snakes confirms, all efficiency now. ~One order of clay dust, coming up. Say the word?~ She's poised to spring when commanded.
Dragon's-Fire's eyes widen as he takes in the scene, jaw opening just a bit. He turns his gaze on Hope-Turner and nods. ~Megatron first! That cannon's hooked up to a black hole, and it can melt a hole in an Autobot from five miles aw-....~ He snaps his jaw shut after a frantic second. And then, incongruously, there's a little grin. ~Megatron, must be stopped, no matter the cost.~
At the mention of toy box, Hel narrows her eyes before she grunts, ~Oh for the love of Gaia. If I have to kill another giant kid...~ But she doesn't let that thought finish as she hefts her labrys to the ready point. When Hope-Turner gives the order, her hackles rise out of irritation but she moves, trying to keep low while making for the clay golems. ~Bring down the factory,~ she growls out to those within earshot who may be joining her.
Fallout just stares, looking all sorts of annoyed. His attention snaps to Heather with a growl as she leaps, but he huffs, eyeing the giant robot warily as he heads out for the clay golems, ready to get out of the way should that laser be pointed his direction.
Runs-the-Gauntlet looks a little confused herself at Hope-Turner's orders, perhaps a little worried first about the Megatron or the Tenderheart bear. Her eyes do a quick scan of the area and then she howls out with a shift to Crinos, ~Ragabash! This way!~ Rather than outright heading for the clay figures, she points towards the telephone pole-sized bars to the right of the groups.
~Let's knock this stupid robot down,~ Hope-Turner howls out to the Garou who join him in his charge. He gives a backward glance to the other parties as he moves, and barks out quickly, ~Keep away from that bear. Just keep /them/ busy if you have to, if you can't get close enough to their Weaverthing.~ With that, he moves forward with a speed born of Rage.
Icetrap charges forward with a wary eye on the robot's laser cannon. His eyes narrow as he watches its movements for a pattern, brining up the rear of the charging group.
The garou break out of their box like greyhounds out of a trap, bounding towards their various objectives in three distinct groups. On the left flank, Heather, Mia and Jack make towards the play-doh machine- bypassing Tenderheart bear as they go. This is perhaps to their disadvantage as the mighty ursine hauls itself up straight on its fluffy belly and declares loudly *CARE BARE STARE!*. That huge heart-symbolled tummy suddenly lights up like a searchlight, casting a warm cuddly glow over the trio of garou as they pass. And it's a VERY warm and cuddly glow indeed- speaking of friendship, of loyalty, of good times and safety. Not just on a mental level, but even on a spiritual one. Though Heather remains unaffected, both Jack and Mia find their anger somehow weakening and being replaced by kind, happy thoughts. Bunnies in spring and the like. As they advance through this assault, the playdoh-factory is swiftly manned by its malformed creations. Chanting a song that sounds disturbingly like the Oompa-Loompa theme, they set about turning it on its axis to face the garou, the object swivelling like an artillery piece, while one of them climbs up atop it and lifts the handle.
In the centre, the Autobot-party charges down their metal nemesis, who stands his ground. Megatron lifts his cannon-arm, and August and Cole at the head of the party get a lovely view of the inside of its barrel as the robot takes aim. There's a series of clicks, a rapidly building whine, and then the cannon vomits out another blast at them. This one however is not so tightly focussed as the last, exploding in the middle of the group with a crack like thunder and lashing them with heat, smoke and fire. Though by a stroke of luck Norman manages to avoid damage, all the others suffer blast and burn injuries, with Bag-of-Snakes being slammed to the ground by the force of the explosion.
The ragabash party meanwhile approaches the pile of 'poles' without incident- and cannot help but notice that not only is th sulphur smell rather stronger close to them, but that the red-coloured cylainders appear to have thick wires jutting out of one end.
Dragon's-Fire follows hot on his packmate's heels, eyes burning with battle-lust and excitement both. ~Hey Mega-Bitch! Starscream could have kicked your ass any day!~ The axe glints in his hands as he moves to close. And then the explosion happens. And the burning. Dragon's-Fire lives up to his name in an odd way, his coat smouldering with low flames as he screeches in rage. He starts to weave in his movements, trying not to provide a solid target as he runs on.
She can't help it, the sudden influx of good thoughts and forced entry into her happy place causes Hel to stumble half-a-step as a smile threatens to break free. She manages to swallow it however and try to focus on bloodshed, and gore, and nasty things...but those nasty things are so /nice/. She keeps running however, hefting her ax to swing as soon as she gets close.
Bag-of-Snakes goes tumbling in the explosion, her always-dirty white fur now singed and even dustier than normal. But not for nothing is she a Get of Fenris; once she's finished rolling she regains her feet quickly and keeps charging the foe, only a little behind Dragon's Fire and Hope-Turner, and all the more dedicated to bringing the fight to the enemy now.
Runs-the-Gauntlet shifts to crinos once they're at the fuse-bearing poles. ~These smell and look like firecrackers. See if you can grab one each,~ she tells the newmoons beside her in a furtive set of command. And proceeds to attempt to lift one on her own.
Rainbow halts briefly in her charge as the Stare is directed at them, but continues towards the golems. With the ultimate target of getting to the one on top of the factory, she makes her way to the nearest one on that path in hopes of making a swift attack. ~For Gaia! For Unicorn!~ She howls a battle cry in cheerful lust for the fight.
Mind-Breaker moves back over beside Yi, and he's down on all fours in Crinos, a broad grin on his face as the red cylinders come into clearer focus. ~Oh lawdy, is we gon' blow some shit up?~ the Fianna crows, rising up onto two-legs and moving to wrap his arms around one pole and try to heft it. ~Hmm...how do you light these? I've got matches in my humanskin...~
Fallout, too, stumbles a step or three, looking baffled. His teeth bare in a rather unconvincing snarl, but he, too, ducks to the side away from whatever direction that ... playdough... thing happens to be pointed at, instead swerving around to any that are close to try to maul -something-.
Untangler doesn't seem to understand the purpose behind his actions, at least his posture is blankly indifferent except for the raised fur of anxiety and the strain of effort, but that's alright: he has his orders and he carries them out. It takes him a while to shift, his muscles bubbling out like water just beginning to boil. When he's ready, he takes his time, assesses the load, and ducks down to awkwardly try to grasp one of the sticks around its middle.
On the left flank, the Care-Bear'd party continues its advance towards the factory. The bear itself seems to be taking a moment or two to regather its energies after its attack, and merely turns on its stumpy feet to track the garou as they race past. Heather is in the front by a country mile as they attack- and thus it's the unfortunate gaian who gets the reception commitee. The golem on top of the factory suddenly leaps down into the machinery of it, and the lever that makes up its 'roof' swings down. The next thing anyone can perceive is a stream of spaghetti like strands shooting out of the hole now exposed on the front. Coloured a lurid purple, they shoot through the air to seek out Heather- and then wrap themselves around the garou- constricting and squeezing. And.. well, it also gets just a little bit hentai-esque, the playdoh seeking to invade the crinos philodox through /any/ opening in her body that they can find.
In the centre, August charges forwards like lightning, assisted by his rage and drawing well ahead of the other three in his group. He rapidly approaches melee range- this however has the misfortune of making Megatron fire his cannon directly at the gaian ahroun. The first blast soars over his head to detonate well behind anyone significant and leaves only a smell of frizzled hair in its wake. The second however is not so ill-aimed. The ahroun feels a massive impact as a blast of pure superheated plasma impacts upon the right side of his midriff. Light blazes from the wound, and even spills out of his spread jaws before he's hid from view in a mighty explosion. When the smoke clears the results are just a sorry looking crater in the hard ground. All would seem lost for the gaian.. until suddenly, bearing a massive hole in his side that clearly reveals organs, a frenzying, nearly hairless garou explodes out, lost in a frenzy, and continues his charge.
The ragabash party meanwhile find that the firecrackers, although extremely heavy and unwieldy, are easy enough to hoist up with crinos strength and have no difficulty loading themselves up with one apiece.
Bag-of-Snakes barely gives the frenzying August a glance; her focus is fixed on the foe, and her charge continues apace. She targets Megatron's legs, her aim being to either knock him over or failing that at least deflect that dangerous beam weapon away from her companions.
Rainbow gasps and gags as suddenly she's drowning in play-doh. Unfortunately for her and her puritan sensibilities, this isn't so much fun as she remembered Play-doh being as a kid. She struggles and gasps and, battle fervor draining rapidly out of her, she suddenly shrinks to lupus and tears at her bindings in an effort to RUNESCAPERUNRUNRUN.
Dragon's-Fire shudders as the lance of light and heat impacts the area close to him and envelops his packmate. He roars in incoherent fury when Hope-Turner disappears, pouring on an extra turn of rage-fueled speed to close. And then he's lashing out at Megatron's legs in a fury with his own axe.
Frenzy-mad, Hope-Turner launches himself at the robot which thankfully happens to be the obvious target, and loses himself in a flurry of claws and teeth, the burned, now-furless Gaian moving too fast for the eye to track. His ample Rage burns through him, into the hulking metal robot.
Like a ribbon gymnast in slow motion Untangler slowly twirls the massive firecracker around his body, trying to find the best most comfortable grip for it, for all the world as if oblivious to the fact that it is presumably filled with explosives. His eyes and ears sweep the carnage before him with deeply tamped down apprehension, and he simply follows the footpath of the elder Ragabash almost exactly.
Icetrap isn't to be left behind, the Get Godi blurring with Rage and a snarling battle-howl *Me! Pick me! Hit me!* as he surges forwards. Ignoring the legs, he tries to use his momentum to take him on up the Megatron, aiming instead for the eyes.
Runs-the-Gauntlet hefts one of the pole-like objects up. ~To the machine,~ she barks to the two with her. She takes them on a rounding path away from the Tenderheart, not too far from where Megatron's firey blast had been directed before, headed towards the playdoh machine while Hel's group has the majority of the attention.
Running as fast as she could, Hel narrows her eyes, trying to avoid any upcoming care bear stare while attempting to reach Rainbow. Lifting her labrys high, the she-crinos is definitely trying to chop the string away if she can reach them.
Mind-Breaker hefts the firecracker over his shoulder, grinning madly and running excitedly at Runs-The-Gauntlet's heels, in contrast to Untangler's apprehension. He lets out a wordless howl, charging into the fray with explosives across his back. What a way to fight!
Eyeing the giant carebear-thing warily, Fallout merely locates the nearest clay-golem-thing, and, tapping rage, just wields claws in a hearty, but somewhat experimental, swat toward the nearest one. He's also staying -well- clear of the front of this machine.
The chaotic situation on the left flank gets little improved in the next few seconds. Heather is unable to tear herself free of her wriggling, suffocating, penetrating bonds on her own- in fact shifting to lupus only enables them to wrap more tightly around her smaller form, even as she struggles. It all starts to look pretty bleak for the little coggie as she starts to suffocate, whereas downbelow /bad/ things happen. A veil will be drawn for the sake of decency, but there's suddenly a lot of blood leaking out from between the purple strands. It's at about that time that Hel's Judgement comes in with her axe- and manages to save the day. Her blade whickers down and neatly wallops through all the strands in a stroke, severing them near to their base and enabling Heather to break free as they fall off her.. Or rather are hurled clean off her as she explodes up into crinos and a full frenzy, her uncanny levels of rage dragging her easily back along the brink of life. Her frenzy is amazingly short-lived however, as Tenderheart Bear first fires off another of its Stares, sweeping over all three of the garou- Jack feeling its effects the most, though it also manages to shut down Heather's frenzy as soon as it begins. Jack shreds his playdoh golem into little shards in the first moments of combat, but then suddenly he's struck from above with a piledriver blow of soft fuzziness, a balled fist almost as large as he is smooshing him down into the ground with amazing force.
The Ragabash party in the centre remain unmolested, with more than enough chunks of burning flooring to light up their firecrackers, should they choose to do so.
And around Megatron, the battle surges and pulses. The onslaught of so many Garou soon results in shards of metal and plastic flying off the huge robot, sparks crackling over its casing as greivious wounds are inflicted across its legs and lower body from claw and axe-blows. It's Norman who takes a starring role at this particular moment though, clambering up its body on a series of claw-rents. The robot lifts its arm and flails, trying to bring its blaster to bear and fire. This it eventually manages, a focussed blast neatly burning off the Get's leg at the upper thigh (and taking a large amount of his tail with it as well). However the grip that Icetrap has upon its head is enough to hold him steady despite the pain, claws digging into the robot's face and blocking its view of everything. The charred ash that was his right leg drifts down over the other brawling garou, like some sort of off-coloured snow.
Runs-the-Gauntlet winds her path towards some small spotfires on the ground where the Wyrmfoe and others had gotten blasted at. ~Light the fuses,~ she tells Mind-Breaker and Untangler, swinging her pole around so the wire-like protrusions can get exposed to the flames. When they've all been lit, she directs, ~Untangler! Get over behind that bear and shove your firecracker at it. Make sure you don't get caught in the blast.~ And turning to Mind-Breaker, she jerks her head towards the Play-doh machine. ~Harness your Rage and let's go!~ She takes off as fast as she can towards the machine.
Oorgh, that hurt. Wheezing, Fallout is knocked flat, but he snarls, taking a moment to heft to his feet; and then an idea sparks in his head, and he snarls out a taunting, snapping bark to the Bear thing, all the while remaining quick on his feet and ready to get out of the way of any blows. He's quickly hopping back toward the golems and the playdough-machine, however, hoping to taunt any blows toward that direction.
Rainbow drops on the ground from the monster and thrashes in a fit of Rage and Frenzy, tearing, tearing, t--...She's down, panting, as the Stare passes over her, and her frenzy fades, leaving her briefly and horrendously horrified. But there's no time for that, and she stands, and runs at the nearest golem, to attempt to swipe its head off.
Dragon's-Fire is busy tearing away at the monolithic robot above his head, snarling out commands. ~Fucking someone knock it down! Icetrap, RIP OUT HIS FUCKING OPTICS!~ The Fianna aims his axe for the vulnerable joint of Megatron's legs, gritting his teeth. Slaver drips from his jaws. ~Anyone who hasn't got a partner to dance with, come kill this!~
Mind-Breaker sweeps his firecracker down off his shoulder like someone holding a ridiculously huge two-handed sword. He drags the fuse over the fire and, if it catches, he's flashing a grin at Yi and tapping into his rage to run at top speed towards the factory, malice in his eyes.
Bag-of-Snakes simply continues to claw, rip and tear at the plastic and metal of Megatron's leg.
Untangler is very careful to light his firecracker at its very tip: if there's one thing he's good at, it's making sure that things happen as slowly as possible. Hoisting it under his arms he runs with the explosive like a top-heavy concussed bat out of hell, weaving in a flurry of ungainly fear-driven movement in a wide arc as far around the bear's field of view as he can get.
Icetrap's face is a grimacing mask of battle-lust and pain. *Missed!* he growl-pant-snarls, grimly clawing and biting at the Megatron's eyes as best he without falling, plastering himself as closely as may be around the thing's head. *Try again!*
With a grunt, Hel eyes how far the bear is before she grunts and glances back towards the machine spitting strings. Lifting her axe and making sure to step besides the nozzle rather than in front of it, she swings her axe as hard as she could, aiming to destroy the little holes of horror.
Hope-Turner comes to himself after the Rage torrents from him, leaving the wreckage of Robot pieces in the wake of his claws. He steels himself to try and get a clear view of the battle, but all he can see is the Robot, so he reaches out to claw it again with a viscious swipe. ~For Gaia!~ he howls, aware of the pain wracking his body but not really feeling it.
The fight seems to be moving into its final stages by now. Jack neatly shreds another clay-golem, managing to dodge out of the way of another Care-Bear slam as he does so- the next golem in line however is not so lucky, and gets smooshed to a puddle by the bear's fuzzy fist- leaving four of them towards the back of the factory. Hel's axe smashes into the nozzle and releases a shower of sparks and shards of plastic- it looks as if the tentacle-nozzle is now unserviceable- however with a ratcheting sound a new one swings into place. Moving with silent coordination another golem leaps into the machine and then the philodox is blasted in the chest with a solid stream of playdoh, sending her flying a good twenty feet back and breaking bones within her. Her labrys clatters to the ground where she stood. Heather makes short work of another golem, leaving only two now- though she leaves a clear trail of blood behind her as she moves in to the attack.
The ragabi arrive seconds later- Yi and Jason both bearing their fizzing bounty as they charge to the factory. Jason is able to clamber up on top of the device and take posession of one of the spitting firecrackers from Yi- the fuse however is plainly getting /very/ short. Horace meanwhile is able to loop around behind the lumbering Care-Bear without being noticed, his own firecracker hissing away menacingly.
On the far edge of the field, the battle with Megatron draws to a close. It's hard to tell who inflicts the actual killing blow, but signs would definitely point to Norman tearing the robot's entire face-plate out as being a significant moment. Sparks and smoke fly as a horrible electronic death-cry sounds out- like ultra-high pitched static, and loud enough to briefly deafen the party closest to the robot. It buckles at the knees, one leg snapping clean off under Cole's axeblow, before it falls over onto its back with an almighty crash and lies still.
Dragon's-Fire trembles as the ground shudders with Megatron's fall, baring his teeth. Even as his hearing starts to fizzle back into place, he's yelling. ~I thought you were made of sterner stuff, Megatron!~ And then there's no time for celebration. The Fianna immediately wheels arounnd and charges his way towards the factory of extreme interpersonal relations. The Fianna actually looks exhilerated by the whole thing. ~Garou of the Walk, destroy the Factory!~
Landing with a skid and a thud, Hel barely grunts as she leaps back onto her feet. Breathing hard though as the rage bubbles through her, she swipes and scrapes at the ground to bring out her razor claws before bolting forward with a snarl. Her aim is to retreive her labrys it seems.
Runs-the-Gauntlet passes her firecracker towards Mind-Breaker once he's atop the machine. ~Hurry!~ she urges him, clearly indicating one her hands are free to push the short fused explosives into the feeding hole of the playdoh factory. Once free of her burden, she runs towards the clay golems, aiming to push and shove as many as she can get to towards the factory itself.
Rainbow snarls, still in horrible pain, and swipes into another golem, blowing through her anger and terror with physical violence. She swipes twice through this one and moves to take out the other, panting heavily.
Bag-of-Snakes disentangles herself from the shards and wreckage of Megatron, and heads for the factory, showing no hesitation in doing so despite the fine collection of fuses growing shorter on the firecrackers around it.
Fallout ducks back away from the blow, teeth bared as all his focus is on -not- getting smooshed. However, once the carebear-fist is on the ground, teeth bare in a ferocious grin and he's quick to spring upon the 'wrist' while it's still grounded, claws chredding into cloth.
Hope-Turner skitters out of the way of the Megatron as it falls, and looks up to scan the battle wearily. He looks faded. He notices the firecrackers, finally, now, and roars, ~Destroy the factory, but keep clear of the blasts!~ His hand goes to where the laser burned through him. ~Regroup once it goes down! Before we fight the bear!~ He moves behind Dragon's-Fire.
Mind-Breaker hauls himself up onto the factory and makes a quick glance inside the feeding hole atop the thing before spinning his firecracker around and tossing it inside, followed quickly by the one passed up by Yi. ~FIRE IN THE HOLE!!~ he bellows, leaping off the factory amongst the fray and copying Yi's tactics, kicking any golems he can manage closer to the building.
Icetrap falls with the toppling Megatron, the Get growling from the sparking wreckage and picking himself up. His balance is somewhat skewed by the lack of tail, and it's got to be hurting, but he shows no sign of letting little things like that slow him down. Shaking his head to clear it, he lumbers onwards on all threes as orders are howled, calling again on his Rage to keep up despite the lack of limbs and falling in with the group led by Dragon's Fire, teeth ready.
Untangler settles his firecracker against the ground, steadying it with one arm while with the other, with a few sharp studied desparate tears, he tries to rip just enough of a hole in the apparent fabric of the bear's leg to shove the lamp-post-sized explosive through. His manoeuvres, driven by fear and a sense of draining time as they are, are nonetheless clinical, and so long as it looks possible the Ragabash doesn't abandon his tearing until the hole seems to him big enough, nor his shoving until the firecracker is in there. Only if he can accomplish that does he then scream away with all the speed, training, and terror he can muster.
Fire in the hole indeed. The last of the golems are easily shredded beneath the onslaught of various claws. Jack manages to tear a long rip into the Care-Bear's arm- it bellows like a train. *I ONLY WANTED TO BE YOUR FRIEND!*, before spinning around as sharply as it can as damage is registered from behind. It looks a little confused, trying to study the back of its own leg to find out what the fizzing noise is...
It's around then however that suddenly everything seems to go silent for a second. There's a gigantic blast of white light, and a noise so loud that all the garou present are deafened, eardrums popping across the entire battlefield. The carebear becomes a rapidly expanding cloud of blazing stuffing, Horace catching some minor burns from it but the majority of it being directed away from him and in a safe direction. It's with the factory however that the true problem lies. Jason and Yi are both hurled far across the field, pierced multiple times with high-velocity plastic shrapnel as they arc through the air from the blast. The factory shattered on the other side from Jack and Heather- but both of them receive severe shrapnel wounds as well as burns and blast injuries. Mia is hurled flat on her back /again/ and suffers concussion injury, but the shrapnel arcs clear of her. And August, Viv, Norman and Cole merely suffer a severe buffeting from the blast of superheated air from the explosions. Once the booms fade though, the battlefield appears still.
Dragon's-Fire lets out a shriek as his eardrums pop under the onslaught, but is not so much the worse for wear when all is said and done. The Righ of the Fianna blinks owlishly around the battlefield before lifting his muzzle in a howl. Weary and exalting at once, it's a howl of victory.
Omph! Hel is on her back again and she just takes a moment to stare up above her until her brain slowly starts to kick into gear. Then she is back on her feet and her eyes dart around, looking to see if she can find anymore moving enemies. When none are apparent, she walks over to pick up her labrys.
Bag-of-Snakes comes charging up to the remnants of the factory, scorched but relatively whole. ~Is everyone alive?~ she shouts, looking through the wreckage to see if any signs of her fellow revellers are to be seen.
Hope-Turner hunkers down at the blast, and despite his best effort not to fall, he does, though at least it's not on his recent injury. With great effort he staggers to his feet, and mutters, ~Fuck.~
Fallout had just sprung free of the bear when the explosion knocks him off his feet. He goes sprawling, bleeding and battered, and gets up in a grumpy huff, limping and bleeding, but his first priority is making sure there's no more enemies. Satisfied, he grumps, ~Fucking carebears,~ while limping over to check on people.
Mind-Breaker flies through the air and tumbles painfully on the ground, crying out when the pain registers. As the Fianna slumps to a stop, lying on his back, he's laughing uproariously. ~Score one for Gaia! Ahahahaha FUCK YEAH!~ He tries to sit up for a moment, then winces and lays back down, waiting for his wounds to heal.
Untangler doesn't stop, but shifts heavily into Hispo as the blast hits him and continues loping around the battlefield in a wide bewildered circle. He looks as if he still doesn't understand what is happening here or what he did; there's no sense of accomplishment in his victory lap, just an appreciation of being alive and a anxious curiosity to understand what's going on.
Runs-the-Gauntlet winds up getting blasted off like Team Rocket. She remains laying where she is for a time, stunned as she is. Maybe smoking a little.
Rainbow falls back with a shriek, shrapnel and fire dancing across her fur, and then lies still. There's a long moment before it's clear her chest is moving, breathing, even as blood pours from...well, everywhere: ears, arms, belly, and down her legs. She doesn't seem like she wants to move.
Panting hard but still standing, Icetrap's addition to Cole's howl is in the Mother Tongue, with weird harmonics to it. *Come on! Any more of you? Bring it on!* When it seems that everything is quiet after all, he looks between the others. ~Can any s-sense the Wyrm?~ he asks.
Hefting her labrys finally, Hel tips her head back and lets out more of a roar than a howl in victory.
Runs-the-Gauntlet, rather than howl, lifts up a clawed hand and gives a thumbs up when she hears the faint sounds of victory. It's still a bit of time before she rolls up and pulls out what remains of the shrapnel stuck in her, wincing all the while. And she squints, peering out over the toybox battlefield before looking around. ~Where's the Engling?~ she wonders in a rough whine, mostly at Mind-Breaker.
Untangler continues to circle the room - or box, or whatever it may be - sniffing furiously at the corners, scraping the edges. His concerns are far more simple than the others': he wants _out_.
Rainbow slowly lifts a paw to grope at her body, wearily tugging the shrapnel out without sound. When that's done, she sits up with a monumentous effort. ~Healing,~ she croaks. ~Wh...who needs...who needs it?~ The expression on her face is ... well, expressionless.
Mind-Breaker starts pulling shrapnel out of him with long claws, wincing at both the pain of that and the ringing in his ears. Once all the pieces he can feel are pulled out, the Fianna shifts to Glabro and shakes his head, wiggling a finger in his ear. "What?" he says to Yi, a bit louder than normal, "Engling? Fuck if I know..." Pushing himself to his feet, he looks around as well. Then he catches sight of Rainbow and goes slightly pale. "Jesus Chris, Heather...I think you do."
Once the smoke from the detonations begins to clear somewhat, the assembled garou can't help but notice the same mist as earlier returning- seeming to leak in from the edges of the room and close in on them.
Dragon's-Fire sucks in a deep, heavy breath when he's done with that howl, looking backward. ~Rainbow, it looks like Hope-Turner is in a bad way.~ Then he turns his head and actually -sees- Rainbow herself. ~Oh fuck.~
Hope-Turner hobbles over towards Runs-the-Gauntlet. ~Somewhere else, before we got waylaid,~ he grunts, shaking his head. His ears swivel back at the frail sound of Rainbow's offer, but before he can make his way to her, the mist creeps in. ~Not again,~ he whines, a weary, hoarse sound.
Icetrap's ears perk in Heather's direction, quite probably without the Get having heard her words, but there's an expression of approval on his face as she picks herself up. Hope-Turner too is given a glance that shows the Get is not unimpressed by the Gaian's performance. Once he notices the mist closing in, he squares his shoulders, lifts his head, and faces it with bared teeth. *Bring it on,* he growls again.
Fallout looks between Hope-Turner and Rainbow, and just gruffs, ~Heal each other,~ with a quiet growl; and then the mist starts rolling in, and his hackles raise. Despite his own (moderately severe) injuries, he's quick to lope over to the rest, taking up a defensive stance nearby the worse-off, teeth baring.
Runs-the-Gauntlet snarls as she yanks the last of the shrapnel from her and pushes up to a three-point crouch, then a stand. Her gaze spots the mist leaking back in. Some growled curse of the Mother Tongue follows with a howl. Not of victory, but a call to gather. ~Regroup to the Wyrmfoe!~ And then a look to Hope-Turner, waiting for his command.
With effort, Rainbow flattens her ears as the mist rolls in. She slowly pushes herself up, swaying quite a bit as blood mats and courses through her fur and leaves a blood trail. ~Stick together,~ she mumbles, too quiet for anyone to hear in their condition, and walks almost mindlessly towards the blurry visage of Hope-Turner.
As the mists start rolling in, Hel's ears flatten once more and she places the labrys over her shoulder. Grumbling something under her breath as she snarls while looking around, Hel shuffles over towards the Wyrmfoe.
Bag-of-Snakes growls as the mist sets in, and lopes to the gathering group.
Jason winces as the mist comes in and makes his way over to Hope-Turner as well, looking fairly worried at the sight of the group surrounding him.
Untangler waits for the mist as if it were warm water, as if it might wash away all the confusion of what just happened, as if an impossibility of sight were better than an impossibility of making sense of it. He looks back almost regretfully when he hears the strained calls of the cries to regroup muddled beneath his ringing ears, and slowly he lopes back to the rest of the group.
Closer and closer the mist comes- until once again the garou find themselves hemmed in on all sides. The mist repeats its previous act of rolling across the ground, the floor beneath them once again changing as they find themselves completely surrounded by silent grey clouds. But this time it becomes softer.. more natural. The scent of woodland begins to filter back in to them, and then just as silently as they came the mists part, revealing them to be back in the familiar setting of the umbral bawn beneath the crescent moon. Lain scarcely twenty yards ahead of them, curled up in a confused and whimpering ball is a very familiar looking hind, the engling having apparently taken a similar trip to unknown parts that was just as mentally scarring for the poor spirit.
Hope-Turner sets his jaw and makes his best effort to look unafraid as the mist returns. ~Hidden Walk Garou, to me!~ he howls as the mist closes in, managing to keep his voice, now raw, from breaking. As the mist closes, he puts crimson-stained hands, red from his own blood, on the shoulders of Dragon's-Fire and Rainbow. Then, when the mist clears, he lets out a relieved sigh. ~We're back.~ He takes a shakey step towards the traumatized Engling.
Once the Garou straighten themselves out and work out where they are, who they are, and what the hind is doing there, Icetrap looks to the Wyrmfoe and then to the hind, expectation in his manner.
Dragon's-Fire looks around as the mist fades, ears perking when he hears the faint sounds of whimpering over the ring in his ears. ~We're back,~ he echoes, helping to support the full-moon Wyrmfoe. ~Come, brother. Let's end this Revel as Gaia demands.~ He starts to move in that direction.
Whatever hunt was in Untangler is no longer there: as soon as he finds himself back in the woods, his gifts swirl back up around him, and his fur once again goes the mottled torn colours of Umbral woods. He slinks off into the woods, not going far, but far enough to be invisible to all but the most determined of investigators.
Fallout tenses and just waits, on edge and sharp blue eyes glaring out into the mists, still taking a defensive stance in front of the more wounded. However, when the familiar umbral fields show, he eases just a fraction. Spotting the engling, he exhales out a short breath, ears falling as he, too, advances toward the Engling, remaining behind August. Blood still drips off his form, matting his pelt here and there, and he just looks /battered/, but he's firm on his feet.
Rainbow swallows, staring through the hind, not registering it. Then recognition lights dimly in her eyes and she takes a shambling step towards it. ~Engling,~ she croaks, claws outstretched.
Jason lets out a half-sigh half-laugh as the familiar, non-threatening landscape comes back and he shakes his head. "Fuck the Umbra," he mutters, with vigor, plopping down hard on the ground and rubbing his hands over his face.
Once realizing where she is, Hel is /itching/ to attack the engling, ignoring the injured for now as her eyes fixate on the trembling and weak looking thing. Her jaws part, salivating heavily as it drips to the ground, baring her sharp fangs. Her eyes are bugging out, bulging with barely restrained urge to kill and mutilate the little thing. Her fingers dig into the earth, gripping herself tightly in place as she waits. oh. so. patiently.
The Engling just.. lies there. It lifts its head and bleats at the oncoming garou, attempting to get to its feet- but it seems exhausted as well as confused and terrified, and seems to just slump to await the inevitable.
Runs-the-Gauntlet looks from the Wyrmfoe to the Engling to the Wyrmfoe again. ~It looks like it went through something else,~ she rumbles. ~Let us show it mercy, and allow its return to the Mother quickly.~
Hope-Turner rumbles to the Engling, his voice calm, ~Thank you for your sacrifice, little one. Sorry you had to go through... whatever.~ And with that his claws move down swiftly, to rip the life from pitifully disoriented spirit.
Icetrap heads slowly towards the Engling with the others. *Your life will strengthen the Mother* he tells it, the growling voice more likely scaring it further than soothing it. *Your sacrifice is not in vain,* he states as the spirit is dispatched.
Fallout just stands aside as the job is done, saying nothing.
Rainbow sinks to her knees and watches August do the job, still expressionless.
Dragon's-Fire tries to croon something vaguely soothing in the last moments to the Engling, though he shows no real sorrow once the spirit performs its sacrifice. ~Thank you, little one.~ Then he looks toward Hope-Turner, a last wisp of smoke curling off his pelt. ~Home?~
The Engling looks to Hope-Turner with an expression of near-relief. Or at least, certainly acceptance of what's about to happen. The spirit jolts and then lies still, gnosis surging forth from it to reenergize the party of garou and the Caern itself. And so, the Revel comes to an end.
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