Guard Duty (Striker and Avis)

[Avis]

His lunge towards her was off, just enough for her to slide out of his reach, and as she circled to the side she went for his metaphysical throat again. Now that her blood was up, all she wanted to see was his. It was unwise, it was evil, and it would probably spawn a sea of regrets that she would have to tread in, but she wasn't thinking about any of that now. The world of violence had eclipsed her, casting all into the shadow of her own rage, her own bloodlust.

The alligators would have their feast, their jaws tearing into Striker's mind.

   3 successes before -Resolve

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-12-01 07:58:08		Avis rolls 7 to BLEED, MOTHERFUCKER, BLEED (psychic sword=mind4+gnosis3) (10 Again)		8, 7, 3, 10, 8, 1, 7, 2		3 successes

No grapple. Def3+armor4=no successes. Avis casts Psychic Sword again.

[Teeramus]

Off. She was always just off where she should have been. Striker turned to grab at her again...

BLACK

Avis was rushing past him sideways and the stones of the floor were moving with her. Why was the world turning so fast?

BLACK

The floor of the Circle was frigid against his cheek. If only the cold from the stone would soothe the raging pain in his head and coursing through the rest of his body.

BLACK

  Stamina fail

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-12-01 08:08:42		Striker rolls 2 to Don't pass out from Avisplosion (10 Again)		5, 6		failure

Striker is unconscious.

[Teeramus]

  1 suxx. Striker's still going to claim the moral high ground

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-12-01 10:19:33		Striker rolls 2 to Angry magic wielding hurting people is bad mm'kay (10 Again)		10, 3, 3		1 success

[Avis]

She gave a savage grunt of satisfaction as she watched his body fall to the ground. She wasn't the victim anymore. She never would be again, as Striker had just learned. That fucking piece of shit. So righteous that he felt he had a claim to her pain, a reason to throw a tantrum at the world, but then, when he didn't like what she had to say, he was in the right to beat on her? Fuck that. He was just a child. One who had never grown because his dad had been too much of a shit to actually raise him, and because Striker was too weak to find the way himself.

Avis looked down on his body in contempt, her fists still clenching, and she put some serious thought into picking up one of the heavy, metal candle stands that were placed around the cathedral and using it to cave his skull in. Just let the metal open up the egg shell of his head and let all the goopey red out. Or maybe she'd break off a piece of bible holder on the back of a pew and use it to split the skin of his throat open, let him drown in his own blood. The gators like that idea. Then she could get her hands all nice and wet...

Her throat spasmed with a convulsive swallow, and she forced the thoughts away, the Alligators getting shunted back into their dark pit. She didn't need them now. The fight was done, and so was Striker. If he was still alive then it was time to consign him away to the Laws he'd already been punished by. If he wasn't, well, then it was time she face them herself. During those heartbeats of violence she'd forgotten the mantle she wore, but now that it was done, she felt it weighing on her shoulders again.

So, since it would be better to know if she was calling the Sentinels to pick up a prisoner or a corpse, she bent down next the motherfucker she's put on the floor. She closed her eyes, took in a breath, and then reached out beyond the physical world for the Akashic Records, pulling on them, beseeching them with the Ancient Tongue to hand her the knowledge she now needed. It came flooding in, suffusing her skull with a torrent of bloody, clinical images, and using the instruction they gave her she placed her fingers on his neck.

There was no pulse.

The sudden reality of his possible death froze her still, eyes widening, and without the call of the alligators, the fact that she might become a murderer tonight was just as painful as Striker's attack had been. Like she'd said, killing was killing, whether done for duty, profit, or pleasure. Or survival. It didn't matter, and she wasn't ready to become a murderer yet. She wasn't ready to having something as pitiful as Striker weigh her soul down with the knowledge of her own evil, so her hands flew to his torso. Her fingers found his ribs, traced up them until she found the little nub of bone beneath his sternum, and then the heel of her hand was set three finger widths above that.

She began chest compressions. 1, 2, 3...30. Then she was sliding around his head, fingers finding there way beneath his jaw bone to open his mouth, and then, with huge amounts of revulsion, put her lips on his and tried to breathe life into him again. Two lungfuls. Then more compressions followed. This continued, five times, and when she searched for a pulse again she found it. Thank -- whoever!

Scooting away from his body she drew a sleeve across her mouth, frantically trying to wipe him off of her, and then she spit on him and pulled out her phone.

It was time for the sentinels to deal with this.

  1 success, she's still supposedly wise!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-12-01 11:24:24		Avis rolls 3 to chain the gators! (wisdom roll, 3 dice) (10 Again)		4, 8, 2		1 success

   Gain Skill: Medicine, 4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-12-01 11:26:31		Avis rolls 2 to and the HS dice (10 Again)		1, 4		failure
2014-12-01 11:26:12		Avis rolls 7 to summon up knowledge of medicine! (gain skill=gnosis3+mind4+hs 2) (10 Again)		7, 10, 10, 7, 4, 8, 4, 6, 10, 7		4 successes

   First aided! 1 success!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-12-01 11:37:11		Avis rolls 2 to first aid his ass (dex3+GS Medicine 4-3 untrained-2no tools) (10 Again)		9, 3		1 success