Big Damn Stupid Heroes [ST'd by Tony: Booker]

[Eli Booker] It's cold. The temperature sits today directly at the freezing point - 32 degrees. The sky is a mask of gray clouds and whether it's the weather or the fact that it's a dreary Monday, the streets are relatively empty. Eli is out of jail and after contacting Drew to have her meet him at the park down the street from her home, he's waiting.

In the distance there's the faintest rumbling threat of thunder, but around them the air is still. It's this kind of weather, atmosphere - whatever- that leave people mumbling something about the calm before the storm.

Eli is waiting for Drew. He's sitting on a picnic table, ass on the table top and boots on the seats, smoking a cigarette.

[Drew Roscoe] The call was answered within the first two rings, a time and place to meet had been agreed on, and with pleasantries incorporated in without being excessive, the call had been ended and time had gapped between when the pair of Kin had spoken and when they were supposed to meet.

Elijah Booker was already there waiting, sitting on a picnic table (on, as opposed to at) and having a cigarette to warm and calm and waste time and pink lung cells all at once. The park wasn’t too far away from Drew’s little blue bungalow of a home, and with gas prices skyrocketing (thank you, Libya) she’d opted to walk. The Kin would come up the sidewalk at a comfortable pace, not rushed or hesitant, dressed down and comfortable for the day in a pair of sneakers, jeans, and her typical blue winter coat buttoned up to the collarbone. Her hair was left down in waves of brown with a simple white knit hat to keep the top of her head and her ears warm.

The biker is greeted with a flash of a smile and eyes warm like honey and tea. She approaches the picnic table, and stops to come short to stand in front of him, her stomach an easy two feet away from his denim-clad knees.

“So did you come out with any awesome new hand-sketched tattoos?” Her eyebrows wag up once in humor, and eyes skim the whole of him, a quick double-check not to hunt for tats like she’d joked about, but to assess damage if there was any at all. She wasn’t sure if he would have been roughed up by anyone, be they an officer or a cellmate.

[Eli Booker] Eli looks like Eli, there's faint bruising near his right jaw and there are wounds that Drew cannot see and that he will not mention. She approaches and he watches her with squinting dark eyes. She's there, now, standing a few feet from his knees. As much as she is appraising him for damage he is doing the same.

"Nope, not this time." He winks at Drew, and shifts his weight which spreads his feet out a little further apart on the bench seat.

"How you been?" Ash is flicked from the end of his cigarette before it is brought back to his mouth. "Ya look good."

[Drew Roscoe] “Swell,” she answers casually when he inquires as to how she’s been, tone dismissive enough to point out that her own state of being had plateaued in how interesting it was, that she was far more interested in what Eli’s weekend had consisted of. Hands stay in her pockets, elbows near her sides while Eli glances her over. There’s not a scrape, a bruise, hardly a hair of out of place on her. She was doing a fine job of keeping out of trouble.

(Knock on wood.)

Her eyes linger at the bruise on his jaw before returning to his eyes. She doesn’t appear concerned or disapproving so much as humored. “Looks like you got introduced to the ground by some friendly guys in blue. Or do they wear black these days?”

Her own rhetorical question is passed by with a small shake of her head. She rocks her weight up onto her toes and glances across the park thoughtfully.

“So what’s up, Booker? There anything I can do to help you out here, or do you just wanna hang out and grab a bite?”

[Eli Booker] "Oh I gotta have a reason to wanna see the prettiest girl in Chicago these days eh?" A brow arches and Eli stands up and hops off the bench seat he was standing on. In the distance there's a sound. It isn't a normal sound and were it not for the direction of the wind the pair might not have even heard it. It's a scream. No, multiple screams. They're not the sort of screams that you hear everyday.

They are guttural and awful and painful to listen too. Eli's eyes flicker toward his left and then look back to Drew as if to say, didja hear that too?

His cigarette is flicked away from them and he positions his body toward the screams- which are soon accompanied by the screeching of rubber on asphalt and metal meeting metal.

Despite this, this area of the Green is quiet. No one rushes out to see what happened and no one goes out of their way to try and see if they can help.

[Drew Roscoe] Eli’s answer to her inquiry is met with a half-wry grin, and her chin tips to keep her eyes level with his while he stands. She doesn’t back up to give him room to do so, but instead invites closeness. There’s a moment where her eyes grin wider than her mouth does, where she’s moving her stance and weight forward to close distance and make contact with him…

….but then comes the scream. Not just one, but multiple ones. Difficult to decipher, rough and pained, not shrill with panic. It’s distant, the sound, and sadly not unfamiliar.

No one else seems to notice, but Eli and Drew do. They glance at each other, Drew lifts her eyebrows, and as he turns to face the street the sounds came from so does Drew. Closely following this comes the crunch! of metal against metal, indicative of a car accident judging by the squealing of tires that accompanied it.

There’s no sigh of inconvenience, no blood draining from faces to show fear. It’s doubtful either even reaches for a phone to call in help. Rather, Drew takes her hands from her pockets, touches Eli faintly at the forearm with at-the-moment warm bare fingers, and approaches the scene with steps steady but cautious. “Let’s go see…”

[Eli Booker] Beneath the hoodie and vest and t shirt Eli's muscles tense painfully. He is expectant and when Drew turns to look in the same way that he had, he finds he is becoming increasingly anxious with concern. It's immediate, this worry, and he has to close his eyes in a slow blink and look toward the sound rather than Drew to mask it.

"Ok." Is all he says.

The sound echoes from at least a block away. They are in the park and following the sound will lead them up the street - away from Drew's home - and then around the corner to the left. Another few hundred feet and they would see the sedan crashed half into the front panel of a Blazer and a light pole.

There is blood. A trail where something has been hurried and half-dragged into a building. This area - where they are now - is undergoing a renovation boom despite the economy. Somehow, someway, someone has convinced the State and City level government that this area is ripe and ready for a renaissance. A reawakening of better things ,as it were.

So, every building that has not been half demolished is boarded up and empty. Another 100 feet or so down and the street dead ends. From inside the building, there are muffled sobs though these are not the cries they heard earlier. These are smaller - child like in tone and pitch.

Eli's palm drags over his face as it so often does when he is faced with uncomfortable or unknown situations. The front door and windows are boarded up. However whoever is in there got in...isn't readily apparent.

[Drew Roscoe] [Perception + Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] A brief jaunt up the street and rounding a corner brought them upon a scene that would have officers in a tissy. Vehicles crashed into one another, a hasty slug-trail of blood from one vehicle up toward the building. They linger on the sidewalk, at the corner, so as not to make themselves too obvious.

Another scream, more pathetic and higher-pitched, more youthful than what should be anticipated, has separate reactions in the Kin: Eli swipes a hand over his face, drags it down slowly, and Drew scowls, hardens, tenses at the back and shoulders. They know this is going to be one of those situations, the kind where there would be killing and death and cover-ups abound. It was difficult to say if this was Wyrm driven—one could argue anything like this was, it was only a matter of whether it was direct or by way of influence.

It didn’t matter. They would go in anyways. They had their wits, their knowhow, their guns and more importantly their heritage. They would deal with this because they were here, on scene, the first responders with iron spines that wouldn’t set idly by and wait for someone else to come take care of the problem for them.

Drew’s chin jerks toward the side of the building, there’s a space and a door with boards on it in the shadows of the overcast day. Her voice is low but not a whisper. “Boards are loose over there—don’t wanna walk through the front and get jumped.”

That’s all she says before she starts to walk across the street, brisk with quiet steps, hoping that whoever the ‘bad guys’ were were too busy trying to get inside and settled after that crash to worry about watching their flanks. As she goes, her right hand goes to her back, up under her coat where she without fail keeps her revolver.

[Eli Booker] "No..please. God, please don't!"

This time it is a man's voice, pleading with whomever or whatever is inside this building. You can hear, faintly, the sounds of young children crying along side the sobs of a woman, older and more mature.

The board is pulled back. And the interior of the building is dark. There's a door in front of them, one to the right and a stairwell leading up. The sounds seem to be coming from the second floor.

Drew pulls her revolver, Eli follows suit. His gun is held low by his thigh as he creeps in with the smaller female Kin next to him. He is quiet, watching Drew's back and trusting her to take point.

[Drew Roscoe] The board is already peeled back for them, it’s not difficult to get inside. They do so without ripping the wood or making a lot of noise to give their positions away. Drew pulls her gun, holds it in her right hand, and unbuttons her jacket with the left as she turns sideways to slip through the gap available in the doorway.

The coat is pushed open to reveal a simple black shirt underneath, and once inside the layout and voices are examined equally. Eli’s got his gun at his thigh, Drew’s holding hers up closer to her side, thumb sliding over the safety to push it off.

The male voice, the female’s sobs, the children crying, they all seem to be coming from upstairs. Drew’s eyes flick back to Eli’s catch them for a second, and her mouth presses into something uncomfortable and, for some reason, slightly apologetic.

Here we go, says that face.

She leads the way up the stairs, hanging close to the railing. Off to be big damn stupid heroes.

[Eli Booker] Eli's face is grim, hardened. The same man that pressed his forehead to the muzzle of a gun looks...concerned. Maybe because there was no cavalry. Maybe because he knew whatever was up there would not hesitate to pull the trigger. Monsters - real monsters - did not go to jail. There was only one law that applied to them and the lawkeepers were no where around.

The stairs go up and spiral slightly. It's an apartment building - a two family flat up and down. The door is ajar and Drew can hear what sounds like a child slurping through a straw - a wet, sloppy sound that makes your skin crawl.

She'll have to move fully through the door to see anything, otherwise the boarded up windows keep the interior swathed in shadows with only a few slices of light bleeding through cracks in the plywood.

(gimme a dex+stealth roll!)

[Eli Booker] (dex + stealth)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Dex + Stealth]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] (Scorpion / alertness+perception)
what the fu...?!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] The building smells old. There's plaster covering the stairs, slats in the rail that threaten to fall out. Eli is behind Drew and when he turns to look over the railing to be sure no one is there, a slat falls out. It spirals down and cracks on the stairs below them. It isn't too loud, but it's loud enough. Drew, however, is silent.

Inside, there would be audible movement. Whimpers and muffled sobs.

[Drew Roscoe] Stairs spiral in one broad loop to take them up to the second floor of this duplex apartment complex. Drew doesn’t touch the railing at her side, but rather keeps one hand at the big heavy gun that Dirty Harry would be proud of, the other floats at the ready in front of her, near her stomach. She’d been stabbed in the belly once, gutted like a fish. She was more prepared since then, ready to sacrifice a hand if it meant saving her core.

Her sneakers were light, didn’t make much of a sound on the stairs. This was helped along by her experience with her own weight and momentum and how to control it—she might be an IT girl these days, but she’s got plenty of experience under her belt and athleticism memorized into her muscles and motions.

Eli, on the other hand… He slips some with those heavy boots, causes something to fall down the stairwell and make just enough sound to give them away (not that either party knows that just yet.) Drew had flinched lightly but not scolded or glared.

The slurping sounds disgust her, she wrinkles her nose up at the images that come with it—she imagines a person with a large mosquito-like protrusion from their face with it jabbed into some poor victim’s throat or skull. From there she flashes to the movie Starship Troopers, and things become hysterically humorous for half a second, manifesting in a flicker of bemusement on her face before it’s stamped out stern once more.

There’s scuffling movements behind the door, soft muffled sobbing and not much else. Drew would have to push the door open to see what was going on inside. She reaches for the knob, glances cautiously back to Eli, like she’s looking for his approval in what she was going to do next. Upon receiving it, she twists the knob slowly and edges the door open just a crack. If he suggests she shouldn’t, then she doesn’t, and instead waits for direction.

[Eli Booker] The door is ajar, a nudge will do it. Eli shakes his head and makes a move with his foot that says, push it with your foot. He's got a white knuckled grip on his gun...the safety is already off. Edging toward the wall he moves behind Drew, waiting.

Inside there's no more movement, just the same pathetic sobs and whimpers. The male voice hasn't been heard since it's earlier pleading.

If Drew kicks the door open with her foot she'd be faced with one large room that was probably a living room. To her left would be a bedroom, and she can see three small figures huddled in a corner - the source of the whimpering. Everything else is either swathed in blackness or hidden by the angles and corners of the rooms.

[Drew Roscoe] As it turns out, the door’s already cracked open, just enough that the knob has become obsolete, not enough to see through just yet, though. Drew is not reckless, she nods when Eli gestures with his foot, considers for a second, then pauses to reach out toward him and touch her fingers to his cheek. It’s a sweet gesture, tender, and it seems like it’s more for her own sake than his. One good reminder of affection before they went in all gung-ho. Just in case, just to be safe.

The door isn’t kicked in so much as eased open, nudged with her toe so that she has enough space to leap back if something springs at her. Nothing does, so she peers through the crack. There’s no motion in what she can see, so with her knee and hip she guides the door the rest of the way open while simultaneously stepping into the apartment, gun up and at the ready, eyes skimming the room and ears strained.

Whimpers and soft, scared cries are still ongoing, coming from a huddled up trio in a corner of the room. Despite urges to rush toward them and see that they’re okay, Drew stands near the door still, stepping forward to give Eli enough room to enter as well. It’s all darkness, shadows and shapes and doors that could be hidden behind.

There’s a huff, quiet and resolved, and Drew’s hand gropes along the wall in search of a light switch in some vain hope that electricity might still be on. As she does this, she addresses the crying mass of bodies against the wall, voice soft and level and perfect to their ears—precisely what they needed, precisely who they could trust.

“Where are they?”

[Eli Booker] Gray 7+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Eli Booker] Scorpion 7+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Eli Booker] Sloth +6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Eli Booker] Eli +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Drew Roscoe] [Init + 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Eli Booker] Drew 15
Sloth 14
Eli 11
Gray 10
Sloth 9

Declare in reverse!

[Eli Booker] Drew peeks inside of the apartment. It is a dark and the electrical has long since been disconnected. She can see through small slivers of light that break through cracks in the plywood covering the windows - though it only offers marginal range of sight in the darkness.

The children are in shock, their eyes focused on the corner that Drew cannot see without coming full into the living room and looking into the bedroom area. What she can see is shapes moving ahead of her - in the living room. One is quick, arachnid or bug like in its quick movements. From her right, opposite where the children are there are heavy footfalls coming their way.

Scorpion - Holding - in the shadows of the living room
Gray - skip, not in the room
Eli - not fully in the room, holding action
Sloth - body tackle Drew!

Crap should be -
Drew 15
Sloth 14
Eli 11
Gray 10
Scorpion 9

[Drew Roscoe] 1a. Headshot on Sloth [WP]
1b. Shoot Sloth again!

[Headshot: Dex + Firearms, -2 split, +2 diff called shot]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5 (Failure at target 8) [WP]

[Drew Roscoe] [Second Shot: Dex + Firearms, -3 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage: Base 6 + 1 suxx (L)]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Sloth soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Sloth
Body tackle: dex - brawl diff 7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Eli - shoot Sloth!
dex+firearms
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] damage base 4
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion - splt
1a. hit booker with lashing tail
1b. hit again with tail

Gray - skip, still in bedroom with kids, parents

Eli - split
1a. Dodge!

[Eli Booker] Scorpion - splt
1a. hit booker with lashing tail
1b. hit again with tail

Gray - skip, still in bedroom with kids, parents

Eli - split
1a. Dodge!
1b. shoot scorpion

Sloth -
Take Drew's gun

[Drew Roscoe] Headshot on Sloth-- it has to work this time!

[Headshot: Dex + Firearms, +2 diff headshot, -2 diff proximity]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage: Base 6 + 2 suxx + 2 called shot (L)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion:
lashing tail dex+brawl - 2 for split!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Eli Booker] 1a. damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Eli soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion
1b. lashing tail again! -3 for split!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 9 (Failure at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Eli -
Changing 1a. to shooting scorpion
dex+firearms - 2 for splitting, +1 for changing actions!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Eli Booker] damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] 1b. shoot again!
-3
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Sloth - disarm hottie Drew!
dex+melee diff 7
If suxx = more than Drew's strength she drops the piece!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion - split
1a. lashing tail Eli
1b. lashing tail Eli

Gray - out of room

Eli - split
1a. dodge
1b. shoot scorpion

sloth -
choke Drew

[Drew Roscoe] 1a. Retrieve the gun
1b. Headshot! (this works so well...) [WP]

[Retrieval: Dex + Athletics, -2 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 4)

[Drew Roscoe] [Headshot!: Dex + Firearms, -3 split, +2 diff called shot, -2 diff proximity]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage: Base 6 + 1 suxx + 2 head damage (L)]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Sloth soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion
1a. Lashing tail - again! -2 split!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Eli - dodge that shit!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] 1b. Lashing tail - 3
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 7 (Failure at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Eli
shoot! -2 split
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Sloth!
dex+brawl
diff +1
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Damage?
str+4
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Sooooak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion - split
1a. lashing tail Eli
1b. lashing tail Eli

Gray - skip

Eli - split
1a. dodge
1b. shoot

Sloth
1a. Choke!
1b. Choke!

[Drew Roscoe] “Fucker’s… got…”

Drew growls this out through gritted teeth as she rolls onto her side, seizes her revolver, and pumps another bullet with a loud snap-BANG into the deformed giant’s head. Yet again, the bullet simply grazes the skull, deflects off the bone and goes elsewhere in the apartment.

“..a skull of concr—” Her words are cut off when a meaty hand closes around her throat and effectively squeezes her voice to non-function. A strangled sound of frustration and pain comes from under the hand, but not much else. She jams the gun up under the slack-jawed monster’s chin and fires off two more rounds.

[1a.Shoot
1b.Shoot again]

[Drew Roscoe] [1st Shot]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 4)

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage: Base 6 + 2 suxx + 2 delicate flesh]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Soak!
+1 diff
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 7)

[Drew Roscoe] [2nd Shot]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 4)

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Soak! +1 diff
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 6 (Failure at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Lashing tail - 2 for split
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] 1b. Lashing tail
-3 split

(all damage is aggravated!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 9 (Failure at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Eli and the Scorpion have been dancing - the bug like Fomor far more graceful than the heavy footed biker. There are 3 bullet holes penetrating the monsters hide, but his tail is unharmed and when it whips round and catches Eli when he should of bobbed instead of weaved, the effect is almost immediate. The kin grunts, nearly stumbles to one knee as the stinky blue venom leaves the barbed tip of the twisted once human's tail.

The gun is fired still, albeit unsteadily.

(No longer splitting actions, just shooting!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

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

[Eli Booker] Scorpion soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Damage recap!
Sloth 4 lethal
Scorpion 4 lethal
Drew 1 bashing
Eli 3 agg

[Eli Booker] Scorpion -
1a. lashing tail
1b. lashing tail

Gray - skip

Eli - 1a. dodge 1b. dodge

sloth - choke drew more!

[Eli Booker] Belated - poor sloth

choke drew! +1 diff
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Headshot!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4)

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion
1a. Lashing Tail
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)

[Eli Booker] Damage for 1a.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] (Shit scratch that damage!)

[Eli Booker] Eli dodge!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

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

[Eli Booker] (Scorpion changing second attack to Drew least he kill Eli who is at almost 6 lethal.)
+2 diff for changing action / adjusting positioning to go after Drew
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion (4 lethal) 9+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Eli Booker] Gray 7+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Drew Roscoe] [Init + 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Eli Booker] Eli is ..down. Whatever blue puss is oozing from the end of Scorpion's tail is potent and very nearly lethal. He's taken two shots of the venomous liquid and on the second, stumbled back before falling against the wall behind him....unmoving and with labored breathing.

Drew has fared far better. The thick skulled, malformed Sloth nearly choked the life from her body, only to have his brains blown from the back of his skull in the end. Once she manages to regain her footing, she'd find herself squaring off with a very wounded, very dangerous fomor. The Scorpion's tail whips round trying to find a mark on Drew's smooth skin.

Init order, declare in reverse
Drew 15
Scorpion 15
Gray 11

[Eli Booker] Gray - grab one of the kids and dart for the bathroom!

Scorpion - 1 tail lash Drew!

[Drew Roscoe] [1a. Shoot Scorpion
1b. Shoot Scorpion]

[1st Shot]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

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

[Eli Booker] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [2nd Shot]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Soak! (Gray man)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Eli Booker] Scorpion falls, crumbling into a dead heap on the floor. When the Gray man runs out of the bedroom finally, he's taken down with one shot. He's breathing, but won't be for long. The Children are all screaming, their eyes and faces red from screaming and sobbing so much.

[Drew Roscoe] While Drew struggled with the lumpy, muscled behemoth that had knocked her into the ground, Eli parried with the scorpion creature. He did a fair job of dodging most of the lashes, firing off shots when he got the moment. His bullets would crack through exoskeleton, but they didn’t seem to be quite enough to stop it completely. A second strike hits the Kin and he’s back against the wall, struggling to breathe, obviously more from the effects of the sticky blue stuff dripping off the stinger than the wounds themselves.

“Damnit Eli!” Drew’s shouting even as she sprays the brains of the monster laying over her toward the ceiling. Blood sprays up and gravity brings it back down onto the kin’s face, but she’s got more to worry about. Limp hands and arms are shoved away from her throat, she pushes herself up to sit even with the body still half in her lap, and fires off two quick crack-shots.

The first lays the Scorpion out, it was already damaged, there was only so much more it could take. The second is why they call her Long Shot: across the room the Gray thing reaches toward the huddle of sobbing children, intent on seizing one and rushing away with it, and Drew puts a bullet through the side of its head before it even has a chance.

The sounds of gunshots still echo in her ears, the children are sobbing hysterically, but Drew’s loyalty lies not with mewling kids but with her Tribe, with Elijah Booker. It’s his side she rushes too after pushing out from under the Sloth’s not-yet-cool body. His clothes she pulls open to assess the wounds, hands shaking now that the gun wasn’t there to keep them sure and still.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Eli, talk to me. What’re you feeling? How can I help?”

[Eli Booker] His body wouldn't work. He ordered his legs to move, they did nothing. His hands couldn't even lift the gun laying useless in his left. His chest heaves, struggling to rise only to fall heavily. There are nicks in his hoodie, his chest thankfully protected by the vest. It's the two stings at his neck and throat that struck home and did the damage. The smell of blood and gun powder fill his senses and Eli has a hard time focusing on Drew when she tries to asses the damage.

"I...can't...breathe or ...move." He barks out, each word as it takes extra effort to say them. "Get them...out...get...Linus or...someone." He says, muscles twitching beneath his skin.

[Drew Roscoe] “Shit-shit-shit-shit…”

The only thing stilling her hands would be them at Elijah’s chest. She’s not touching at his throat and neck, unsure of whether the poison would spread to her, if she would only make him worse by touching him. Her eyes are wide, bright with panic, but there are no tears in them, now was far from the time. She nodded her head, rapidly rather than slowly and reassuring. For all that her voice tried after swallowing her string of curses, she’s still betraying her panic, her fear for losing him, in every inch of her body language.

“Alright. I’ll call. Stay awake, keep breathing, keep still and don’t talk.” Her lips brushed his forehead, briefly, before she’s moving across the apartment again, dragging her phone with some trouble out of her pocket and dialing one of several numbers she’s collected for just such emergencies.

One shoulder hitches the phone up to her ear, and while it rings she’s opening her arms to the group of children, shushing them softly and gesturing for them to come to her.

“C’mere… shhh, it’s alright, it’s alright. I got them, they’re gone. Come on, let’s get you out of here. Come on, babies.”