(PrP) The Cat's Meow

[Saber Sloth]

Hector-wolf isn't the picture what an Alpha wolf should be, tawny, mottled, fur a splay of coloured patches, reds and blacks. A tad scruffy, and a little too lean, but he is their Alpha and none here dispute it.

They know, they can see. His eyes might be wild, but they are keen. An intelligence and a Cunning that matches his Brand can be seen within those orbs.

Hector-wolf huffs and scents the Locus.

The rain might explain much, but it couldn't explain why, when he, Viola and Tristan couldn't find trace of that acrid scent that teased and snarled into his and Viola's nostrils when they, Kid and Iseult with them, first discovered this Locus, and dealt with the horror on the other side.

A scent like that lingered, not only within their noses or upon their bodies, but in the world. Of flesh and spirit both...

...so what happened to that acrid stink of cloying rot, and would the answer interfere with their quest?

Yes Yumyumcrow is correct, sadly we're in a dense urban area and so there's a -3 to step sideways folks.

Roll Intelligence + Presence + PU -3(Gauntlet Strength), or spend an Essence to step sideways.

[Chris Laurent]

Chris smiles Hector shares his thoughts. A good decision to not fight this out. Chris lopes along after the others. Not last because of any feeling of inadequacy but last because who else would be better to be ambushed?

A locus? Good. Hector sliding across first comes as a surprise but if that's the Alpha's choice so be it. Chris shakes his head but can't help and grin as Odin lets out another bought of emotion and pushes through the Gauntlet himself. Well shit. Falling to one knee by where the locus is, Chris lets a hand drop to the wet ground. First finger tips, then fingers, then the whole hand presses onto the wet rocks. Hair begins to grow as Chris feels the Song of the Destroyer in his blood. Not an actual song but the closest he's figured out how to describe the feeling that started after his initiation. It happens fast enough and a wolf stands where Chris stood. Though at four and a half feet at the shoulder, calling Chris a wolf right now is a bit of a joke. The streaks of dark rusty red in his dark brown fur sure don't seem like a joke however.

Inhaling deeply the Irraka focuses on the feeling of the locus and the Gauntlet. Tapping into what he has, Chris lets essence flow and ease the way across. Getting stuck on the first outing would be embarrassing.

[Tristan Hardt]

Not encountering that funk on the physical side puts Tristan more at ease. He can almost taste the clogging filth now, thinking about it. Granted, the Magath was torn to pieces, but... they'd left the thing unchecked. Not smelling it out here is a plus.

Tristan-wolf watches as the new Alpha rends the space between this world and the next - disappearing in a blink. Odin, next. A little self-control wouldn't hurt the kid. He can't blame the kid for being excited, but outbursts like that could give them away to whatever is waiting on the other side. The grey wolf does a very human head-shake. As Chris, too, makes his way to the other side, yellow eyes focus on Viola.

<<Follow?>> he rasps with his lupine mouth.

Now it would be his turn to step between worlds. That the alien nature of the other side could offer him such comfort can only be owed to the face the Moon wore when the change took him. Drawing upon the spirit nature housed within him, he forces his way quickly to the other side.

1 Essence spent to Sidestep.

[Saber Sloth]

Viola also spends 1 Essence to step sideways.

By sheer determination or an offering of essence each wolf slips from the material.

Having traveled and battled, destroying a Magath of predatory locomotion Alpha, Beta and petulant rahu might have assure they knew what to expect, even if the stink of cloying rot had gone.

They were wrong.

Before this was a reflection of predation, of rust and ruin and now...

It was less then a memory of a bad dream.

Before them stood a metropolis of movement, shadowed buildings towering high and higher, choking the sky as the canopy of Thunder and Lightning. Wind and Rain battle against this steady and unending attrition.

In the distance, past the lights and movement Thera are vague sounds that don't seem to cut trough the rest if the noise but are heard a test.

And it seems Odie's exclamation has drawn something's attention.

A uniformed and vaguely humanoid shape, (if humans had lines of brass twisting and turing around their forms that might have been a cart. Ah, yes there were wheels. Four, from a glance. As well as a distinctive hat, which has a bell atop it.) approaches.

The bell rings and the spirit, lovely and animated asks, <<May I take your bags?>>

Sorry to jump you YYC, but I figured I should get this up sooner rather then latter

[Hector]

Hector pulls up short as the sights and smells of the Shadow Realm caught up with him. The sheer amount of change was bedazzling, almost shocking given that his initial encounter with the Locus and its guardian. He had never dreamed that the resonance of a place could so completely change.

He huffs again - a friendly nose that might be taken for a chuckle or an exclamation - when the friendly spirit approaches.

<<Sorry. We have no bags for you>>

He dipped his head, not wishing to offend the spirit.

While the spirit was focussed on him, he took the opportunity to try out his own Gift.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-20 03:22:30		Hector to Know Name rolls 4 to Intelligence + Investigation + Cunning (10 Again)		7, 5, 4, 10, 10, 1		2 successes

Resisted by Resolve + Primal Urge normally. Assuming this works on a Spirit, it would use Power + Resistance if memory serves.

[Chris Laurent]

Not what Chris was expecting. By a long shot. Feels like a city though. Fucking vibrant city too. Wasn't this supposed to be all weird and shit? Lupine eyes fall from the ever taller buildings and the almost living sky to Hector and then the odd spirit.

Yep, that's about the right level of what the fuck. Eyes shift to Odin. Man how new is this kid? Chris nods his head to the spirit then lets his eyes roam the Hisil around them. Seems lively, bound to be something going on close by.

Then a thought and Chris huffs softly at Odie before shaking his head. <<Wrong. Tongue.>>

[Saber Sloth]

Hector-wolf, Alpha of this still nameless pack dosen't hear a name on the wind, or receive a sudden flash of insight, the Pack's young rambunctious pup, however dose.

Within his ear, as loud and as heart pounding as if he cranked the bass up! comes a name.

Bell Hop.

Who's lively and animated movement subdue as he hears Hector-wolf's more dire announcement. <<No bags?>> it's 'face' moves between the pack, observing as one expels sound and air* and pausing only when it hears the First Tongue from the Suthar Anzuth, a beat. <<You are not guests.>> it proclaims, turns and begins to float(?) away, the bell atop its hat ringing every so often.

The sky above then cracks as Thunder flashes diving against the chokehold of the Building as it continues to reach and dig in.

The noise heard from the distance continues, far off but heard.

And the spirit who greeted them continues to float away.

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Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-23 11:19:47		Someone rolls 6 to Nope (10 Again)		1, 1, 6, 10, 3, 8, 7		2 successes

Zyl Odie First Tongue is marked like this, <<words>> instead of the boring old quotation marks

[Hector]

Hector grimaced in a crude approximation of a frown that sat unguarded and out-of-place on his lupine face. His eyes scanned the ringing sky and the distant, yet indiscernible, noise.

<<This wolf is interested>> The Cahalith garbled to himself.

Shaking himself he looked over at his pack.

<<We hunt Totem. Hunt other things later>>

He had little experience leading a hunt, let alone one in the Hisil. Worse still, from his perspective, was that they had no scent or spore to work with. At least he had a crude idea of what he wanted for a pack totem: something small and versatile; a survivor in the urban wilds...

... Something which would be tough to hunt.

He had only just claimed - or been forced to claim - Alpha. He wasn't going to look weak now. So he shook himself and set off for the buildings, taking a roughly zig-zagging pattern as he searched for clues about the local Spirit ecology. He was looking for something small and stinking of the streets, after all...

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-24 02:46:18		Hector to Perceive rolls 8 to Wits + Composure + Urhan (10 Again)		10, 8, 4, 1, 6, 2, 7, 5, 8		3 successes

Saber Sloth I've given a raw Perception roll. Compute any modifiers you need. Hector might look like he has a direction but at this point it is pretty aimless unless his nose/eyes/ears pick up something.