(PrP) The Cat's Meow

Feb 24th, 2018 04:16 AM

Odie smacked his head light as the internal gong of information hit him. Whooow. Head rush. Bell Hop? Fair name.

With an embarrassed grin at the big Rust Marked Chris-Wolf's, Odie rolled his eyes and nods his head politely towards the brass wheely-guy he calls out, <<Thanks... Bell Hop!>> Odie still felt bad about not being able to engage with the interesting spirit native floating off, so he added, <<Pretty sure we'll be back, buddy.>>

<<Hunt Totem?>> Odie looked over at the Alpha wide eyed. <<Any particular kind? Uh... Boss. Alpha Boss? Boss-Alpha?>> The young pup watched the Great Wolf zig-zag off. Where was the Officer? Odie thought it bast he hold back and when Hardt arrived they could catch up with the others.

In the meantime, he pulled out his Cell Phone to see if there was anything he could add to the Pack's Hunt by way of technology. He wasn't sure what to expect, his previous Alpha had thought technology was an anathema to the spirit realm and it was probably was considering their favor part of the Hisil was accessed by a deep forest loci. But who knew what a piece of dedicated tech might accomplish near the heart of a Spirit City.

Odie regretted not bringing his lap top but dedicated or not, he hadn't wanted it to get wet. Besides. He had unfinished school work on there.

While he waited for the Officer make it through, Odie went just far enough to keep an eye out for the trio of Big Scraggly Alpha Snaggletooth, the Pretty Viola-Wolf and the Rusty Chris-Wolf. He fiddled with his phone and wondered what he might find. Odie smirked wondering if he needed to set up a local service to access the spirit web or make calls.

Odie focused on the Alpha as he hunted. Not only was Snaggletooth a child of the Gibbous Moon he was also an Iron Master. The was a lot he could learn from the crazy guy. It looked like he was looking for something small. Maybe. Hunting wasn't his thing. But he gave it a shot and looked around at places like the one he saw the Alpha paying attention to.

3 successes

**Tristan Hardt** · Feb 24th, 2018 10:23 AM

As the Shadow replaces the rail yards they've squatted on, the familiar pack-smells saturating the place give way to something altogether alien. Tristan-wolf stands in silence as the others greet and dismiss the strange (harmless-looking) spirit, momentarily in awe. The landscape has changed drastically since he'd last seen it. His uncle had said as much could happen in Hisil, but to see it in person? Something else altogether.

Echoes of the first tongue reach his ears, snapping Tristan-wolf back from his reverie. With no immediate dangers, the pack would be free to search. To hunt. The others have already broken off, and this grey wolf is not one to be left behind. Thunder and Lightning crash above, and buildings are silhouetted - one building in particular seems haloed by the storm's lights. Ears prick and nose goes close to the ground. Tristan begins his search there.

3 successes

**Chris Laurent** · Feb 26th, 2018 09:31 AM

Dark eyes stay on Bell-Hop as the spirit floats away calling them not guests. Is that a threat? A warning? Just the spirit not caring anymore? Hector's command pulls Chris's attention, large wolf head shifting to look at the Alpha before nodding.

<<Assent>>

Bell-Hop is regarded once again, and its trajectory. Where is it going? Who does it report too? Is that weather a spirit too? Fear runs down Chris's spine as the thought of fighting a Storm flows through his mind. Hopefully the Destroyer would forgive running from that. Too many unknowns right now. Too many ways this could go sideways. Ears flatten against his skull as the situation dawns on Chris. The Irraka shifts and begins looking around. For anything really that stands out. A totem is critical but so is surviving.

Perception 2 suxx

**Saber Sloth** · Feb 26th, 2018 11:02 AM

The Uratha hunt, the Storm above, intense raging, and the shadow cast by impossibly high buildings, long, deep and endlessly dark.

Tristran-wolf trots over to the silhouetted Building, there is detail and depth upon its face, but the windows are not windows and the door is not a door.

It was like a picture perfect photograph had been enlarged and affixed to an impossibly large, imposing...and disappointing rectangle.

Chris watches the spirit that greeted them, Bell-Hop pays the nameless pack no mind. Floating away, bell ringing as it keeps searching for its, presumedly, guests.

Shifting to stand on four paws, Chris-wolf notices it. It being the fur raising prickle, a nagging sensation, ears swivel, something is watching them!

The enthusiastic pup is blind and deaf, shoed feet slap the pavement following his....Boss-err-Alpha.

Hector-wolf veers off. Intent to do something, his keen senses lead him into those impossibly deep shadows, his eyes catching sight of a deliberately left mark, an arrow. Pointing deeper into the ink dark shadows.

To Viola-wolf's senses its not just one arrow, but many. All illuminated in her perceptions by scent.

<<Alpha! Marks. Two paths. Scent of Cross and Double-cross>> nosing the arrow closest to them, before padding to an invisible impression and giving it a whiff. <<Scent of...>> incredulous dose not look good on a Wolfish face, <<Laughter...?>>

Viola-wolf turns to her Alpha, waiting to see which, if any path he'll take.

**Hector** · Feb 27th, 2018 12:45 AM

A growl escapes Hector. Not a threat. More of an acknowledgement. The exact translation is lost in the Iron Master's lack of familiarity with his wolves form. He stops, considers, ears pricked as he peers into the shadows between the looming not-buildings.

<<We hunt Totem of tricks and survival>>

Hector spoke authoritatively through his lupine maw. His posture followed his words, making his choice obvious.

<<Get scent>>

He spent a while snuffling around at the scent, inhaling deeply the particular smell of deception; the frisson of the line between cross and double cross ticked at his sensitive nostrils and he sneezed. Shaking his head he growled:

<<Hunter becomes hunted. Beware>>

It was the best warning he could give in his present form. Viola had shown him the signs, scent marks deliberately placed. The wolf in Hector was deeply suspicious of the trail, sensing an elaborate trap laid for the unwary. The man recognised it, too; the man also knew that the best way to turn a trap to your advantage was to spring it.

Looking back at his pack with an all too human expression hung uncomfortably on his lupine face, Hector trotted off. If this was a trap at least they went in forewarned.

Feb 27th, 2018 04:55 AM

Odie felt relieved as the last of the Pack arrived. It felt right some how. Complete.

'A Totem of Tricks and Survival', old Snagglepuss had demanded.

Tricks and survival? Coyote jumped to mind. Coyote was tops on both lists, next to Raven and maybe Raccoon. But they were in the City. Raven, maybe? Odie looked to the stormy spirit skies overhead. Not exactly Raven-friendly up there.

Wait. What? Beware what now?

Oh. Hunter becomes HUUUUUNNNNTED.

Right.

Odie wasn't sure what to do with that. He sucked at hunting. His buddy always accused him of being more prey then predator, no matter how much effort he might put into it. He'd been accused of wanting to be caught more than once.

Wanting to be caught... A brilliant, if fool-hardy idea came to Odie's Gibbous twisted brain.

With a crazy smirk worthy of old Snagglepus himself, the Uratha pup spoke out in human tongue so as to not inform any nearby spirits of his dumb-ass plan. “If ya can't be the Beast, best be the Bunny ...or the Bait.” Odie added the last bit in more of a whisper hoping furry ears would sort out his impromptu trap. This was almost a certain Death Sentence if at least one of his more fearsome friends wasn't near enough to intervene.

He quickly moved into an open position in the Spirit Streets where he could best see where most of the Pack were or had been just moments earlier. More importantly he hoped it was where they might be able to see him.

The Odie laughed at the play of lightning, hit a random song on his playlist and stuck the otherwise seemingly useless cell in his pocket. Then he started to dance. Worst still, he started to sing. <<Me too sexy for fur. Too sexy for... er..>>

Odie couldn't think of the First Tongue for 'Hat' or if it even had one, so he just yowled melodically trying embrace his inner bunny. He laughed realizing to a natural predator this might just come off as looking like wounded prey. But that could work too.

<<Whose delicious? Yummy Yummy Rabbit here!>>

Odie grinned as he danced, hopefully in an enticing prey-like manner. Viola was probably going to kill him if this didn't work. Hell. She probably kill him just on general principal. One thing was for damn sure. He'd never earn a Wisdom Brand doing shit like this.

3 successes

Not sure if the dance would be enough, Odie dug his finger nails against his cheeks and dug deep enough in to leave gashes. Shit. That hurt! But head wounds were supposed to always look worse then they were. Right?

<<Fuck. Me Wounded!>> He yowled in a tongue not really meant for human vocal cords.

Odie flicked his blooded fingernails as part of his dance. To help chum the waters as it were. Or the air. Land Sharks weren't a Spirit Thing were they? He certainly hoped not.

2 successes

Please feel free to assess actual damage. Not sure what was appropriate for scratching up face.

**Chris Laurent** · Feb 28th, 2018 09:22 AM

A snarl starts to form as Chris realizes something is watching the pack. Before it can transition into sound Viola and then Hector sound off. The Irraka sets off following Hector, maintaining a reasonable distance to avoid getting caught in a ball of problems. Man and Wolf flow together as the Irraka works through what to do. Scouting ahead may be best. Try to figure out what's coming and find a way to make it regret its choice. Yes, that'd do.

Hisil tainted air flows past large canine teeth as Chris inhales to try and say this right. Then a bastardization of an admittedly terrible song finds his ears. The Talon stops walking and focuses on the source of that noise.

What

the

Fuck

A low rumble of a snarl escapes Chris as he contemplates dragging the kid to the ground. Then probably beating him around until he learns better. Someone fucked up, how this kid has survived this long is a miracle. Unless....

Beats of the Destroyer pulse through Chris as he uses the willing distraction to try and fade into the background. Come and play with the prey...

1 suxx to fade into the background as Odin does his thing

**Tristan Hardt** · Mar 1st, 2018 03:17 PM

The thing that resembles a building throws him off. So much for that. But the grey wolf's ears prick as the Alpha speaks the spirit's tongue.

He'd found something.

And that fucking kid - as the man's brain still recognizes him - is playing the fool to lure out whatever Hector found. He pads around Odie's display, cautiously, and takes a moment to pick up the scent Hector-wolf had found. If Odie's antics don't bring whatever is lurking out there on top of them, the Elodoth would be ready to track it down.

3 successes

**Saber Sloth** · Mar 1st, 2018 04:53 PM

Forewarned is forearmed.

The Pack's Alpha lead them deeper into the dark. An ink stain of blackness slinks around, enveloping them one after the other.

Chris-wolf slides easily into the buildings' shadows. Seemingly welcoming the child of the moonless night.

The scent that Viola-wolf found, showing to Hector-wolf is easily found by Tristran-wolf. Or anything who had a nose to track.

It's all around them.

In front of them. Above them. Behind them...

Odie hoots, dances, makes himself seem weak, makes himself bleed, but nothing appears to pounce on the self proclaimed rabbit.

All he hears is a faint, if feline chuckle and the sound of a bell ringing as their greeter Bell-Hop is rerouted from its course once more drawn by the Cahalith's noise.

1 Lethal to Odie for his self inflicted wound(s).
Wits + Survival -2 to track by scent

Mar 2nd, 2018 03:00 PM

Odie slowed his roll upon hearing the feline chuckling. He was oblivious to the dark scent that permeated the area but the chuckling. THAT he heard. If even faintly over the his music.

The young Calaith turned down his music, afraid to turn it off entirely would undo his efforts, such as they were. “Oh Alpha-may? Ack-pay? Eline-fay! Uhhh... Amused-kay?”

He had resorted to Pig Latin or a clumsy version of it. Odie wasn't sure of all the words to the twisted tongue. Someone in the Pack had to speak it and get the jist of what he was trying to say. The young pup wasn't sure spirits didn't speak some of the mortal tongues on the other side. Certainly Knowledge spirits that whispered names to him in what seemed the local parlance.

A canid snout and a pair of furry ears would no doubt come in handy right about now, but the anthrophilic uratha stuck to his skin. This was no time to play an awkward puppy, he was awkward enough in his present state.

He continued his dance, wiping his bloodied cheeks on the shoulder sleeves of his shirt with a curse. Pained as much by the impulsive gesture as potentially staining his only dedicated shirt.

“Ack-pay? We got Ompany-Cay!” He reemphasized his message from a moment before. Now was not the time for him to drop the ball.

failure

Odie continued his baiting dance, but less enthusiastically then before. He had the impression the unseen hunter knew what he was up to or otherwise was patience sort that enjoyed watching it's prey suffer a bit.

1 success

<<Hey. Still Yummy Morsel Here.>> the pup called out. “Just sayin...”

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-24 04:11:18		Odie rolls 5 to Keeping and eye out, wits+composure (10 Again)		3, 6, 8, 3, 10, 9		3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-24 10:23:00		Tristan Hardt rolls 11 to Wits 4 + Composure 3 + Urhan to wolfily notice stuff (10 Again)		8, 4, 2, 9, 3, 9, 5, 4, 1, 7, 6		3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-26 09:29:44		Chris rolls 8 to Perception (Wits+Comp+Urshul=8) (10 Again)		7, 8, 5, 3, 9, 6, 1, 1		2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-26 10:40:13		Viola Jones rolls 6 to I spy (wits 3 + composure 2+ 4wolf -3) (10 Again)		10, 9, 8, 2, 8, 7, 9		5 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-27 00:37:17		Hector to pick up the scent rolls 4 to Wits + Survival (10 Again)		3, 3, 3, 9		1 success