Frostchild [Eve, ST'd by Mindy]

[Love like diamonds]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Love like diamonds]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Drew Roscoe] The city had only housed Drew Roscoe for a week now, but the Kin did not waste time in settling back in. She needed her roots down, she needed to make herself stable, to reinforce everything that she'd left behind when she'd traveled to the West Coast, to find some semblance of what she'd up and abandoned to chase glory. She'd made plans even as she drove back across the nation in her truck with the U-Haul trailer behind it, calling around, pulling strings, getting herself a job interview set up and a few houses to view to rent out all by way of cell phone.

Charisma got you a long way in life, they always say that you attract more bees with honey than vinegar.

Today she was viewing a house within the vicinity of Cabrini-Green, just outside of Last Watch's territory (though she wasn't aware of territorial boundaries anymore, she'd need to refamiliarize herself with them). Her truck was parked against a curb across the street, and she stood in front of a house with a 'For Rent' sign staked in the snow-covered yard, half-obscured by snow stuck to its slick waxy paper surface. The lights were out, the paint on the shutters was a chilly shade of gray and ivy grew on the bricks of the one story building.

Drew stood in front of the walk to the front door, hands in the pockets of her red winter jacket with the hood left down, ears covered instead with a gray knit hat. Her jeans were dark colored, and her brown winter boots went up past the center point of her shins. She wore scant make-up, just what would be considered prudent for a young lady to wear when meeting new people-- she'd had to shake hands with the home owner when she picked up the keys from his residential house.

Her expression was blank, not entirely present. She was staring at the house without seeing it, drifting back to the better times of last spring.

[Love like diamonds] Eagles don't patrol the north side anymore. Not that Eve knows that. Eve doesn't know who patrols any of this territory, truth be told. She's given her gues to the caern of Maelstrom. She' given away her pink cigarettes. Eve has reached into her pickets and pulled out a camel. She liked the ones she had. She had a pack of cigarettes- one or two from whoever she could bum one from. The economy of cigarettes. The buy and sell and trade of these items. Eve can barter anything.

She's not sociable. Not in the typical sense. Eve, however, is a nomadic creature. One who hunts differently. This isn't hunting, though. This is fate, or something like it. We digress. Eve's been going through the garbage around here. There's the benefit of being walking trash; people don't notice when she shows up randomly or unexpectedly. Being nomadic helps.

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"Can I help you?" Drew hears. There's the sound of booted heels making their way across the pavement. Down the way, there is a woman. She doesn't have long legs of shapely thighs, but she walks like she's an authority figure, her makeup could use some work. her lipstick is prominent and her eyes are dark, dark, dark. She's bundled up in a coat and she just... can't... stop inspecting the Fenrir.

"Are you here for the open house?" She asks.

[Drew Roscoe] Drew's gaze had drifted toward the chimney on the rooftop, had been gradually floating upward to the overcast sky. If left alone she probably would've realized she'd been lost for the past ten minutes when the burn of the sun through the pale gray sky had caused her to squint and blink and her eyes to water. She isn't left to these devices, though, and her wandering thoughts are reigned back in by the clack of heels and a question asked.

Dark brown eyes blinked and dropped from the roof, swept to the right to find the woman wrapped up in a heavy coat, like anyone with sense would be in the winter season in the midwest. She sniffed some against the cold and looked at the woman as she approached, neverminding her body shape or how she chooses to wear her makeup. What she's more curious about is how intensely she is being stared at. She glanced down briefly, some self-conscious flicker of eyes to make sure she hadn't spilled anything on her coat or not adjusted her clothing correctly, then back up again.

The smile she put on moved across her face with all the smoothness and warmth of honey butter spread, it was polite and welcoming and as attractive to good feelings as sugar water was to hummingbirds. "I am, but I already spoke with the home-owner. I think I can show myself in."

Polite as her exterior may be, friendly and easy and innocent, that didn't mean that she was near so trusting on the inside. She kept her gun holstered at the back of her waistband, covered by her winter coat as usual, and in her Dodge Ram was the very same shotgun that had put an end to the first Fomori she encountered.

[Love like diamonds] [how bad is this? (result /3, round up)]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Drew Roscoe] [Perception+Intuition]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Love like diamonds] "Well, darlin', go on right ahead, if you talked to the homeowner," she says.

The woman looks at Drew, and she looks at her long and hard and nods. Her lips upturn again, and she takes in that sugar sweet smile and those dark eyes and that too-comfortable countenance. Nothing really happens there. Nothing happens for a long while. The woman waits to see what happens after this, to see if Drew really is just going to check out the house or not.

The woman follows her in and very, very carefully. Makes sure to close the door behind her.

The house has been taken care of. There's new carpet on the floors, the hardware's been replaced, even some of the glass window panes have been. but it doesn't feel right to Drew. The window panes feel too solid. The corners are too sharp, and she has a feeling that, down one of her hallways, in one of her rooms, there is something waiting, and, instead, she doesn't need to be in this house right now.

Something doesn't feel good about this. Not at all.

"It's a real beauty," the agent remarks.

[Drew Roscoe] Before entering the home, of course, Drew would ask if the woman was the agent, double check to make sure. She knew Chicago on a nearly intimate level, she understood that you had to upturn every stone because it never failed that something would be lurking under one of them. Once reassured, she allowed the woman to enter the home with her, and though she wasn't terrifically pleased that the door closed behind them she couldn't insist that it stay open or cause a scene over it. It made sense that the door closed, it was winter and less than freezing outside. As much as she would like to sometimes, Drew also recognized that if you let your suspicions guide your every action, as sure of them as you may be, you would eventually wind up stuffing your gun down the throat of an innocent person, and that one simple mistake would ruin your effort to hold up a human life. You could say farewell to income and a home because no one hired you after aggravated assault went down on your record.

So Drew stepped into the front room of the house, an open space between a potential living area and the kitchen. It was spacious, it was pretty and well maintained, despite what the front of the house suggested-- a renovated old home, no doubt. However, everything seemed... off. Hard and sharp, inorganic and stale. It was like standing in a model home that would never be anything more, if there was food in the house it would all be wax. It felt hollow. It felt dangerous. She stared down the halls, leaned to the side to make a show of inspecting the room she stood in, then shook her head and smiled politely to the woman with the heavy makeup.

"It is, it is. I was looking for something more rustic, I suppose, though. I'll be on my way."

It was curt, it was against all etiquette when it came to viewing a home (you were supposed to tour the whole place, let the realtor lead you and have a solid chance to sell the home since they took time out of their day to be there with you), but the place... hell, not just the place alone but the entire situation as a whole had all the fine hairs prickling at the back of her neck, and the sensation continued down to stiffen her spine and tense her muscles. She may come across as rude, but something in her gut told her that manners were irrelevant in this situation and she needed to get back to her truck.

[Love like diamonds] (crash!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Love like diamonds] [ow, damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Love like diamonds] [Oww!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 6 (Failure at target 8)

[Kristiana Coleman] (Just being nosy. Don't mind me)

[Love like diamonds] "Darling, are you sure you don't want to look around? We probably have other things in your price range," she assures the Fenrir kinswoman. She smiles and her teeth aren't white and rounded. Oh no, something about them is Canine. Something about htem is sharp-too sharp. Something about her appearance is at once too muscular, too visibly hirusute to be human. Maybe she wasn't that way before. but the woman's kicked her heels off and she looks at least half a foot taller.

Int he background. Drew hears glass breaking, she hears a wince of pain, and a dry, dull hiss.

That's all she hears before she heads the sound of things rustling, she hears wood clattering and bone shredding and cloth tearing and ripping and sinew stretching. The sond is horririf and terrible and sounds so much like home that some part of Drew's spirit sings for blood and cries for home.

This was home. This could have been home.

This was a house, now. Her boys weren't in it. But something else was. And this was hers. She just had to deal with that jackal-mouthed woman first.

"I suggest you flee, frostchild, lest my housemates proove to be overzealous with whatever was in the backyard."

[Drew Roscoe] [Init + 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Love like diamonds] [Jackal woman:+5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Love like diamonds] [Eve:+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Love like diamonds] Larry: +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Love like diamonds] Curly: +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Love like diamonds] Moe: +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Love like diamonds] Moe: 12
Drew: 10
Curly: 9
Larry: 8
Eve: 8
Jackal: 7

[Love like diamonds] Jackal lady:
1a: claw at Drew
1b: do it again?

[Drew Roscoe] [1a. Shoot between the eyes +WP
1b. Shoot again, anywhere's fine]

[Drew Roscoe] [Shot 1: Dex + Firearms, +2 diff called shot, -1 diff range, -2 dice split]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage 1: Base 6 + 1 suxx + 2 headshot (L)]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Love like diamonds] Head soaking: owww (yay glabrosoak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Shot 2: Dex + Firearms, -1 diff range, -3 dice split]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 3 (Failure at target 5)

[Love like diamonds] [Sorry Drewby. Pwned by a theurge, -2 dice]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Love like diamonds] [NO SERIOUSLY]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 5 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]

[Love like diamonds] DAMGE!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Love like diamonds] [Jackal lady: seriously. Same song and dance
1: claw
r1: again again]

[Drew Roscoe] [I have a better idea...
1a. Run for the truck
1b. You better believe I'm hauling ass out of range]

[Drew Roscoe] [Run: Dex + Athletics, -2 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Run pt. 2: Dex + Athletics, -3 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [action change!
1: pursuit!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Rage action: pokey pokey clawy?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [damage?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] Eve:
1: Haul ass away from window
R1L: run like Hell

Jackal lady:
1: try to slash a tire (tire claw?)

[Drew Roscoe] [1a. Get in truck
1b. Stomp on the gas]

[Drew Roscoe] [1a. Dex + Athletics, -2 split, -2 damage penalties]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Trying again with 1b.]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Eve: Iiiii'm runniiiiiiiin...a nd just realized she sucks at it!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[Looking like diamonds] [Aaaaaand poor tire]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] (Eve: R1: action change, shouldercheck the jackal lady, +1 diff)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 7)

[Looking like diamonds] [Owjesus, damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] Soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [let's see if they stay standing. Eve?]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Jackal lady?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] This is how Drew Roscoe seems to meet people.

She wanders into a completely harmless situation, like coffee shops or supermarkets or bars, and leaves with someone trying to pound her face in or trying to eat her soul or trying to sell her off to the highest bidder. Hell, she's even been accosted as the direct result of trying to be a good samaritan. All things considered, Drew needs to come up with a better way to meet people. It had all been simple enough, look at the house, go see if it's somewere she wants to be and-

and then there's glass breaking.
Then there's stuff rumbling.

Next, she's nursing stomach wounds and feeling lightheaded from blood loss and feeling her muscles tear and instead of laying down she's coming up with a plan. Her body is failing her, though. It's not exactly cooperating when it comes to getting in the damned truck. Her keys are in her hand.

The jackal woman tries to slash a tire, but ends up missing in her fervor to get things going. This, of course, is when the first part comes into play- how Drew Roscoe meets people. She meets people through adversity, and right now, she's met with the sight of a blonde woman. We use the term woman loosely. She's more female than woman. It's not that she runs fast, it's that she wants to get the fuck away from whrever she was. There's blood on her left hand, there's glass in the wound-

Explains the sound.

She shoudlerchecks the jackal woman, and Drew knows a solid hit when she sees one. But when the already admittedly solid female hits a brick wall and ends up on her ass, she might be thinking the same thing as Drew is.

"Fuck."

Gotta hand it to the little homeless shit, though, she got a distraction.

[Looking like diamonds] [Eve: ack!
1a: get up
1b: Eye gouge
r1: go for the other eye!

Jackal lady: look! prone target!
1- claaaaaaw at the face
r1: yeah, same thing

[Drew Roscoe] [1a. Get in Truck
1b. Get Shotgun]

[Drew Roscoe] [Dex + Athletics, -2 damage penalty, -2 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [DREW ROSCOE YOU GET YOUR ASS IN THAT TRUCK]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]

[Looking like diamonds] 1b: Go for the eye! +2
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[Looking like diamonds] [Damage?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Eyes don't soak well...]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 3 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Rar!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Eve: WTF?]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Eve: srsly.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7 (Failure at target 8)

[Looking like diamonds] [Jackal lady: RAAAAR]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Eve: QUIT IT]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Round... uh... something]

[Looking like diamonds] [Eve: fuck this noise. Off to breedform
1a: claw
1b: bite
1c: bite again.

Jackal lady:
1a: shift to hispo
1b: bite!

[Drew Roscoe] [Grab shotgun, roll down window]

[Looking like diamonds] [rar! -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 1, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] Nom: -4
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Looking like diamonds] (-1 Wp: resist pain)

[Looking like diamonds] [Damage?]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] Ohshit- soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Seriously, you die now.]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Looking like diamonds] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] Soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] Jackal lady, shift? -2, -2
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] Bite
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Looking like diamonds] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Eve: soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Looking like diamonds] [Eve: SERIOUSLY
1a: go for the eye!
1b: seriously
R: JUST DIE ALREADY FUCK! BITE

Jackal lady, -1 gnosis, yay healing talen!
1: Clawing!

[Drew Roscoe] [Headshot]

[Drew Roscoe] [Dex + Firearms, -2 wound penalty]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage: Base 8 + 2 Headshot (L)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [maybe?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [That's frenzycheckworthy. So much damage-related anger]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] 1a: SERIOUSLY
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 6 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[Looking like diamonds] [Ow.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [OW!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [SERIOUSLY?!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Looking like diamonds] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] [Iiiiiincaaaaaap!]

[Looking like diamonds] [Rar!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Looking like diamonds] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Looking like diamonds] soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] The battle had made its way out into the street when the Kinfolk burst through the front door of the house, sprinting toward the truck. She slapped against the truck door, but wasn't fast enough to get in for the monster of a woman tearing across pavement after her. Drew had twisted to face her enemy and took claws that gouged deep into her belly, spilling enough blood on the ground that it hit with a splack! sound and began to steam immediately. Escape, reinforcements, a weapon with all the power of a Dodge Ram and protection of a metal cab were all on her mind, and as she fought the daze and the cold numb of her body trying to shut down to forget the pain, she slipped and stumbled trying to haul herself one-handed up into the truck.

Mercy came in the form of a woman with long blonde hair and shabby clothes, checking her shoulder into the monster woman and initiating a fight that was precisely the distraction the kinfolk needed. Claws went for eyes and faces, blood splashed the ground and the clothes of either female tearing into the other in the middle of the street. After four solid efforts and with boots slipping in blood dribbled onto the truck's step, Drew all but fell onto the bench seat of her truck, scrambled for her shotgun and rolled down her window. The barrel of the gun rested on the window, the shot was lined up, and fired. Buckshot skimmed the back of the Spiral's head, but to little avail.

Thank goodness for that Metis, though, her teeth and claws were too much for the woman and down she went-- chest still moving, breath gargling in her throat, body maintaining its Glabro shape, but prone and no longer an immediate threat. Drew threw open the passenger door and yelled in a voice that was drained of strength, tapered at the end of the exclamation with exertion and exhaustion both.

"Get in the truck!"