A chase and a kill

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*The trio was driving along in an old beat up Chevy S-10 that Marcus had just purchased that day. It sputtered along and had a top speed of no more then 55 miles per hour even if he were to stand on the gas pedal.

No matter it was better then walking, and they could cover more ground this way for the time being. They were driving around Bronzevillie's worst sections, if well there was a worse section of this urban hellscape that could loosely be called a neighborhood. Abandoned stores, boarded up row housing, and old small rusted out factories from another time and place, another era of one of the boom and bust cycles of American capitalism made up the landscape. At one time Bronzeville might've been a nice place to live.

Marcus was focused, and a little more intense this night as he turned a corner heading down the block. Charlie couldn't be roused from his sleep so Boy and Marcus had grabbed Bitter Heart on their way out.

"Going on a hunt. More then welcome to come ~rhya." *Had been all the Fenrir Forseti had said to Dasha. And now they were here. Hunting in the urban jungle. A place no pack claimed as territory but the Wyrm had sure made its presence known. So far they'd been driving around for an hour, and... nothing. No sign of anything worth killing over.*

((Post places and initial descrips please. Room order.))

[Bitter Heart]
More than welcome to come, he had told her.

The Shadow Lord, the lone wolf, the collector of tales and lover of ways nodded. She obliged, and she found herself yet again hunting with an Uktena and a Fenrir. The combitation was the same, but the auspices were different. Two half moons, and one Galliard yet again.

She threw a jacket on, she didn't bother to touch up her eye makeup, and for now the Fostern was content to listen to the area around her. And, more importantly, to observe what was here and there. The world would tell her something if things were awry.

On the way, she'd told them she expected introductions. Things were given, names recorded for posterity.

[Boy]
Boy tugged idly at the ends of the red twine tied around his wrist, pulling the knot tight. It didn't look like it but he really was paying attention. He was focused. It just wasn't on anything in the bed of the pickup.

Dasha and Marcus inside might have been more comfortable, but they couldn't see what he could out here, or catch whiffs of what he could, or hear what he...

Oh, who's he kidding. There's nothing. Not yet.

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
Is there anything out there? (Perc+Alert, diff 6)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
(per+alert, because any lord worth her salt is hypervigilant)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
to Boy
Boy doesn't spot anything out of the ordinary, no one lurking in the shadows, nothing too obvious. Up ahead something catches his attention. An old black van is pulling up to the sidewalk near some street whores.

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus drives up to a stop sign, and looks both ways, putting on his turn signal to head off to the right. He exhales.* "This may be a bust tonight guys. But I guess that's a good thing though huh?" *He says a little disappointed with no action.

Up ahead directly to their front about half a block up an old beat up black van is pulling up to the curb near three street walkers.*

[Bitter Heart]
"That," she says. Dasha indicates forward with a nod of her head. She was a creature of infinite presence, but she seemed to regard the van cautiously. "What do you suppose is happening right now? Two street walkers passenger... Johns or what?"

[Boy]
Rollin, rollin, rollin. Rollin' on through Bronzeville. Boy chances a glance up at the sky, hoping to see his moon beyond the reach of the city buildings. He sighs, finding nothing in yet another setting. His eyes come down to street level and continue their scan. Just Bronzeville. Just junkies going from dealer to dope house. Just hookers and Johns. Just...

Who picks up hookers in a van? How much storage do you really need?

His knuckles tap on the rear window of the cab, and Boy signals 'slow down' in the usual palm-downward, press the brakes motion.

There might be something here afterall.

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*One of the girls comes up to the window all smiles, and a little hip sway at first, showing off what she has to offer. Just need a little money for it. She's on the taller side, about maybe five and half feet tall, a thick build, with some meat on her bones from what they can see at this distance.

As she gets to the window she tries to take a set back but the man leaning out of the passenger window grabs her quickly, and almost supernaturally fast pulls her half way into the window, and without missing a beat the van roars to life and starts to take off.*

[Bitter Heart]
She looked forward at the vehicle pulling out, she inhaled sharply and then, well, tried to look forward for any identifying marks on the van. The Shadow Lord squinted slightly. She wasn' a creature built for focusing on things at such a distance, but she was hypervigilant.

"Can you tail that van, Marcus?"

[Boy]
"Shit." Boy practically barks out and a moment later he's sitting as flat in the bed as he can, bracing himself for for the sudden thrust.

Thrust? In this pickup?

"We'll never catch 'em. But if we can just keep up, maybe we can figure out where they're going!"

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus looks up, and as the van is taking off, Marcus is hitting the gas taking off after it. Lucky for the trio the van doesn't have a great engine in it, or they don't care to be followed. Unlucky for them is they started out late.

Marcus catches the first turn of the truck and he's following them as much as his POS truck will allow. By the third turn though he calls out.* "Where'd they go! Any of you catch sight of 'em?!?" *He says a little excitedly.*

(Roll Per + Alert, can use WP)

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]
Per + Alert, 1 WP

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
(another alterness check!)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
to Bitter Heart, Boy
*It's not until Marcus has passed the street heading straight on that both Boy and Dasha notice the truck has turned right and is heading in that direction away from them.*

[Bitter Heart]
"Right-" is the only warning that she can give Marcus.

The Shadow Lord instinctively grabs for the oh shit

[Bitter Heart]
(bah, forgot to close a tag!)

"Right-" is the only warning that she can give Marcus.

The Shadow Lord instinctively grabs for the oh shit bar in the truck, whether it actually exists or not.

[Boy]
"OVER THERE!" he's shouting, more than a little excited. A heartbeat later he clarifies "RIGHT TURN" And he braces himself, preparing for the next intersection, hoping he can catch sight of them again.

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
(Dex 3 + 1 for Totem Bonus + 1 Drive. Catch up damn it!)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus shifts down, and drops the truck into second gear, giving it a little more pick up. He doesn't panic but keeps going straight and then cuts the right turn on the next block hard, almost clipping a parked car he didn't see because of the corner of the building obscuring his view.

That's a hard right, and then a quick hard left to compensate for so Boy is in the back griping onto the sides, as he's pulled this way and that, but doesn't slide out of the bed onto the street at least. Dasha is able to brace herself with an arm up against the roof of the cab, and legs pressed to the floorboard, but she can feel the strain in he rmuscles against the G forces of the turning of the truck.

Up another block and luck is with them. They can see the van has slowed down to a normal driving pace. Marcus keeps his line following about half a block behind and over to right keeping them sight.

After ten minutes the van makes one more turn, and then pulls into an alley next to an old two story abandoned office building. Marcus brings the truck to stop, and the trio see two men come out of the back, carrying the now struggling whore between them, her thrashings not even slowing their progress, and a third man gets out near the driver's side heading around the front of the van to kick in a side door to the office building.*

(Can Roll Per + Primal Urge based on scent, or Wyrm Sense if you have it.)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 10 (Failure at target 6)
(per+primal urge!)

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
(Per+Primal Urge) 1 wp

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
to Boy
It's on the wind. Foulness, the Wyrm, it only takes a quarter of a minute, 15 seconds to hit him once those doors to the van open and the wind picks it up. And then once the door is kicked open to the side of the office building something else... recent, sort of, maybe a day old, copperish tasting once it hits his nose and then it's on his tongue... The taste of human blood from the building.

[Bitter Heart]
She wasn't getting anything. The air is foul, but she can't smell a damned thing. For the time being, all Dasha can do is think, rationalize and prepare. So, for now, she concentrates. And that's all that she can do, really, because once this car stops, she knows that she is going to need all the help she can get.

The redhead crosses her legs, and she waits patiently.

[Boy]
Even on two legs, even as he kept a look out with his eyes, Boy's nose searches the air. He nearly gasps when he actually finds something.

Boy can hardly wait for the pickup to come to a complete stop before he's hopping out of the bed and circling to the windows of the cab.

"You guys see that, right? Do you smell that? Blood. A lot of it. And...something. Something wrong coming off those guys." His palms tapped on the inside of the door anxiously. He was wired.

"Looks like we found our hunt."

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*The three men head inside carrying the woman. Marcus opens the door, and steps out. He inhales deeply.* "I can't smell anything. But you're right." *He shuts the door.* "Alright so how we goin' in? Maybe we can head around to the -"

*Marcus is cut off as the high piercing scream of absolute terror from the woman comes from inside the building shortly followed by the horrid, whooping unmistakable sound of laughter of a Black Spiral Dancer.*

(Initiative)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
(Marcus: 7+)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
(6+1d10)

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
(Boy +6)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Initiative Order:

Marcus
Bitter Heart
Boy

(Combat Note: This is for posting order for now. You can take any action up to get to the building, including attempts to sneak inside undetected.

For free: Anyone who makes a quick scan of the area sees no look out, or sentries. It's as if they have no fear of being interrupted.)

[Boy]
"Sounds like we don't have a lot of time. Or much choice. They might not know we're here yet, but they might have traps. Lets watch our step."

Boy starts to approach the building, quickly looking around for other possible ways in.

[Bitter Heart]
Dasha took a moment to make her way to an analyze the situation. The redhead took a second, and then started to look for a way to get in that wasn't obvious. The Shadow Lord took cover, and with that, she spoke back to the rest of them.

"Keep together, move quickly, and be as quiet as possible," she tells them.

And, once she finds a place that gives her enough cover to shift, she moves to her lupus form and does so.

(action: rageshift to lupus aaand attempt to sneak in)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
(Ways in: Side door the three men went in. Loose board on the window, front door which is ply wood, or possibly something around back, but you can't tell from your position. Can roll for a path or free form choosing a path on your own.)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 3)
(dex+stealth)

[Boy]
Boy looks over to the woman--no, the wolf...no, the moving shadow approaching the side door. That was certainly useful, but thumbs open doors.

He follows her, preferring to stay on two legs for now, but moving as quietly as he could.

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 7 (Failure at target 4)
(Sshh! We're hunting BSD's) Dex+stealth, diff 4

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP]
(Marcus:

Rage Shift to Hispo, following Bitter Heart into building. Dex 3 + 1 Totem Bonus + 1 Stealth Diff 5)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 6, 10 (Failure at target 9)
(Per + Alertness: Huh?)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*They slip into the side door, and move down a small hallway with wood paneling on the walls. As they enter they see there is a green flame illuminating the in the main office area in a dull sickly flow. The screams of the whore cover their approach. Boy loses his footing and bumps into a wall, which cause one of the men to look up for a moment, but is soon looking back at the scene.

The whore's clothes are torn from her body, as she is held down, struggling on an old desk like it was a sacrificial alter by two of the men who were carrying her before. Standing with his back turned to them is the the Black Spiral Dancer. He is in Crinos, standing almost 8 feet tall and is sprinkling a powder on the whore's stomach. Her skin starts to sizzle, and the smell of burning flesh hits the trio shortly.*

(Everyone gets a free turn to act. Attacking BSD gets a rear bonus, and the other Formori a flank bonus. Reverse Declare and then go in order. Combat Begins.)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]
(wits+wyrmlore, let's think here...)

[Boy]
1 Rage to snapshift to Hispo, Open up whoop-ass on BSD

1a-Claw
1b-Claw
Rage action: BITE!

[Bitter Heart]
(split the action!
1a: shift to hispo
1b: mnn, yummy BSD bits...
rage: bite again, because biting is fun!)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
(Marcus:

*Regular Action: Body Tackle Fomori Gang Leader
Rage Action: Bite Formori Gang Leader)

[Bitter Heart]
(action change: reflexive shift to hispo
1a: bite a BSD
1b: continue biting
rage: aaaand more damned biting)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [WP]
(Dex 3 + 1 for TB, +2 for Hispo + 3 Brawl)

[Boy]
((Also change))

Reflexive Shift

Split action on attack once in Hispo

1a - Claw
1b - Claw s'more
Rage Action: BITE!

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
((Yeah he's down, auto fail with all those sux, Damage on Bad Guy: Strength 3 + 3 for Hispo + 5 extra sux)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
(SoakL Leader)

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)
((GO-GO GADGET HISPO!))

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7 (Failure at target 7)
(aaand hispo?)

[Bitter Heart]
(eh, well, spending a rage to get there)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 3)
(aaand bite, -2)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
(damage. str 2+ hispo 3+ succ 1 + bite 1 + hispo 1= 8)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
(Soak: Stamina 3 + 3 for Crinos)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 3) [WP]
(bite 2, -3)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
(damage)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
(Soak:)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 9 (Failure at target 8)
(Rage Back: 5)

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
Claw at BSD Fomori: Dex 5 + Brawl 2 + Totem 1 - 2 for split = 6, diff 3

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
Damage: str 6 + 1 Suxx + 1 Claw = 8

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
((Missed one))

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5)
Claw +2, -3

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
Damage

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
(Soak: 6)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*They go in fast and furious, stalking in silent death and then, a flash of action. Marcus in hispo using an old desk for leverage produces the first sound of combat, a loud screech across the tile floor as the desk shift under his weight as he pushes off of it.

He flies into the side of the Fomori Gang Leader that didn't even see it coming. The man crumbles under the weight of the large Hispo form of Two Ravens as they crash into a wall. There's a cry of pain, and a snapping of bone as the shoulder in the Fomori gives way.

Dasha, Bitter Heart comes up and aims for the sweet spot on the lower back of the Black Spiral dancer ripping out tendons, and some bone. His legs turn to jelly as he falls to the ground, and then she's on his neck ripping out this throat. His only sound is a gurgling as he chokes on his own vile, black blood. He shifts back into the form of a sickly, pale teenager with messy black hair, and nasty foul smelling clothes.

Boy for his part jumps into the fray, but his first claw swipe goes wide, just over the head of the Fomori, and then he reverse its, making a grazing contact to the man's face.

Then Marcus ends the life of the Gang Leader by ripping his throat out, the Formori's head popping off from the top of torso as the powerful jaws of Two Ravens shake it loose spraying blood along the wall.

The two Formori are left blinking at the suddenness of the carnage around them, stunned for a moment as their minds try to cope with what's happening.*

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*New Init Order:

Marcus
Bitter Heart
Boy
Formori Lt 1
Formori Lt 2

Declare:

Formori Lt 2: Fuck this noise! I'm outta here. Runs for the window, attempting to dive through the plywood away from the trio of death

Formori Lt 1: Fuck that! I'm stupid hard! Drawing a knife and slashing at Boy! Take that fucker!

Boy hit Formori Lt. 2

Declare!

[Boy]
((Screw split dice. Single Action: Bite! Rage Action: BITE AGAIN!))

[Bitter Heart]
(reflexive: shift back to homid
action: Cold Voice of Reason for fleeing Fomori Lt 2)

"Now, darling, you do realize that running is simply delaying the inevitable," she told the fomor. And Gaia she shouldn't have had such a nice voice. She shouldn't have been so damned reasonable. "So, try and think about what you're about to do."

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus:

Reflexive Shift to Homid:

Grapple: Clinch Fomori Lt. 1.*

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 9 (Success x 7 at target 4) [WP]
(Dex 3 + 1 for TB + 3 Brawl - 2 diff for Rear Bonus)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
(aaand cold voice of reason. Spending a gnosis, manip+sub, diff 8)

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 3)
BITE!

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
Damage

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
(Soak)

[Bitter Heart]
"So, what exactly is the purpose of this ritual?" She asks. She is talking, she is paying attention, she has yet to wipe the blood off of her chin. This was a time that she could learn things. The fomor had tried to run, but now?

Well, now, he was a captive audience, wasn't he?

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*The one Fomori turns to leave, but stops as Dasha's voice hits him. He looks at the windows, my that wood is very strong. That woman does have a point. Oh what to do?!? Think damn it! Think!

The other Formori has his hand on his knife, getting ready to pull it out of it's sheath but Marcus shifts, and is behind him locking his arm up behind his back, cracking his shoulder out of socket, stretching him out.

Then it's two bites from the Hispo called Boy, SNAP-SNAP. And the Formori's entrails fall all over the tile floor as he is effectively disemboweled. He falls to the ground as Marcus lets him go. And that is how the world ends for the Fomor named Ricky. Not with a bang, but with a whimper as the foul life force leaves his eyes.

Marcus looks over at the whore, and her stomach is still burning. He reaches down near the side of the table, and grabs a bottle of what looks like urine. He opens it up, and takes a sniff, and then pours it on the whore's stomach to neutralize the burning agent. She is passed out from fear and pain.*

[Boy]
The Hispo barks at the disintegrating form that was just in his mouth. Slowly the dire wolf changes and the Boy stands in his place, panting as he watches Marcus tend to the passed out woman, and then his eyes go over to the remaining fomori.

He circles around behind him and, if he stays still long enough to get close to, Boy will deliver a kick to the back of his knees, dropping him to a kneeling position. If not, he's just cutting off another avenue of possible escape.

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*The Fomori drops to his knees, and holds his hands up.* "I submit to you Garou. I submit to you. Please no hurt me no more." *He crawls on his belly through the blood of his fallen comrade in arms toward Dasha.* "I tell you whatever you want. Cackles at Balefire ~rhya needed the parts. He said they had to be very scared. Very scared when we... harvested them. Yes had to be good and feared."

*His voice has a strange accent, hard to place as his skin is grayish, pocked, and hardened in a few places. And Dasha knows that a side effect of accepting the Wyrm means your mind, not only your soul can pay a price.* "Please no kill. I tell you... whatever I can. Yes I tell."

[Bitter Heart]
"What was he harvesting them for?" Her voice was so cold, so distant and detached. She was the kind of woman that this fomor could almost trust... she wouldn't hurt it, would she?

She glanced over at the Uktena briefly, her gaze was brief, there was a message sent, but there were no words shared.

"I won't kill you," she tells the fomor, "now tell me, I'm losing my patience."

[Bitter Heart]
to Boy
"When I give you the word, rip its throat out. Combat the wyrm whenever it breeds. Wherever it dwells."

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
"He didn't tell. Said they was... important, yes important. Needed liver, heart, some glands... Oh! And... And... Eyes were good! Yes needed eyes and brain. Had to have that for sauce. Sauce is tasty though. Very good." *He couldn't help but chuckle.*

[Boy]
"Stop groveling. You're dis--"

Boy stops suddenly, looking confusedly about him until his eyes fall on Dasha. He doesn't nod or say anything in response. He just watches.

[Bitter Heart]
"Was he working alone, or did he have packmates?"

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*He looks from side to side, and he starts whimpering, his hands flicking at his ears. He drums his fingertips together.* "Ye-s-s-... He have pack mates.. Strong ones. Can leave now? I no come back. Promise to you Garou."

[Bitter Heart]
"I have no more use for you," she tells the fomor. She glanced back at Boy and Marcus again before looking back at the fomor. She didn't budge.

[Bitter Heart]
to Boy
"Now."

[Boy]
"Where are the others now?"

He glances to Dasha, and to Marcus, and tentatively he looks down at the Fomori a bit longer.

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*The Formor says.* "I know but.. I can't tell."

*He whimpers and cries out in pain.* "NO! PLEASE! I NO SAY! I NO TELL!" *His skin starts to bubble up, and then it pops in places as little black grubs bore out of his skin devouring his flesh. His screams are cut off once they burst out of his throat. He falls to the ground, shaking and once he is truly dead after horrible pain the grubs melt into little puddles of black ooze sliding down off the half devoured corpse of the Fomori.

This is the way the servants of the Wyrm ensured the loyalty and silence of those who served under them.*

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus picks up the woman, and steps back.* "What? What foul rite was that?" *He says a little shocked at the display of a Formor being devoured from the inside out.*

[Boy]
"Ugh..."

He had to take a step back at that sight, hardly able to keep his lunch down.

"Disgusting. I knew he was disgusting."

[Bitter Heart]
Little grubs bore out of his flesh, the fomor screams something awful and terrible, and she stands tall and straight and bloody, she watches as the wyrm creature falls to the floor. She stands unmoved. Dasha was a Fostern, but she was also from the Ukraine. She had also been close enough to a radiation blast zone that she still wonders at times whether or not she's ever going to feel clean.

"In certain cultures you eat the organs of your foes to gain their knowledge and strength. I am assuming it's something like that," she stated.

"Take your prizes, and I can clean up if need be."

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [WP]
(Marcus Per + Alertness to augment Boy's search)

[Bitter Heart]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
(int+wyrm lore!)

[Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
Snoop, snoop, snoop (Per+ Alert)

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
to Boy
*With Boy leading the way, and Marcus's sharp eyes they find several things on the bodies and in the van. A menu to a Chinese take out place, a couple of coupons in the wallet of the Formori Gang Leader for a massage parlor, and an invoice for a wholesaler of Asian cuisine. All roads seem to lead into Chinatown it would seem.*

[Bitter Heart]
The sauce is the best part, she remembered.

Bitter Heart looked at the scene for the time being, a growl caught in her throat. She was not a theurge. She was not known for her particularly amazing reasoning skills, but she was knowledgeable. And she didn't forget things easily.

Dasha took a step back, looking at the whole of the scene. Dasha's seen this before.

Dasha's stomach turns, and she remembers her rite of passage. She shakes it off.

"We need to check the van," she calls back to those around her.

[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Dasha is able to cleanse the office building. The van is used to dispose of the bodies of the Formori and the Spiral by Boy and Dasha. It can be used afterward if anyone wants to cleanse and keep it. Marcus takes the whore to a local hospital checking her into the emergency room after he's cleaned himself up so he doesn't look like a bloody mess.

He stays there until she's seen by an ER doctor. The hunt was a success, a life saved, and wickedness stopped. For the moment. But a larger mystery looms and for now the answer to it seems to lie somewhere in Chinatown. Waiting.*