(PrP) Lair of the Beast

[Yumyumcrow]

Chris has to grit his teeth as he forces his perception across the Gauntlet. For the Irakka, the experience could be likened to dipping his head through a sheen of ice into a frozen pond.

Chris' senses shrink and elongate. His hearing becomes muted.

The shed hasn't made enough of a presence in the Hisil to register but the pit beneath certainly has. It isn't a source of power or a Wound... Yet... But it is a dark hole thick with the stains of death and fear; and even from his comparative distance he can smell that something isn't quite right. The house must be old, given its presence in the Shadow Realm and the garden is even more wild.

The spirit ecology is turning, however. Plenty of cat-aspected spirits milling laconically about, and definitely spirits of vegetation and growth. But dark things of pain and malice are gathering; feeding; growing in strength.

[Chris Laurent]

Never gets old. Both taking a peak into the other side and the bone jarring feelings of it. This is bad though. Like home...

"Fuuuckkkkkkk." Like a man bursting from the water to freedom and taking a large gasp of air. The Irraka shakes his head and rubs his closed eyes as his senses are thrown back into this world. A finger snaps at Odin as Chris tries to form more coherent words.

"Pissed off cat spirits aren't the half of it. This place is damn near a Wound." Mania almost slips into his voice as Chris shares the bad news. "This place." A hand swipes to indicate the torture hell. "It's all bad. There's cats and normal stuff but this place is attracting all the wrong stuff." A deep breath and the mania almost slips away.

"This house is old, the garden hasn't been tended for a while, and this pit is suffering. Fire's not going to be enough."

[Viola Jones]

Viola snarls quietly, but for a Dalu the sound carries, reverberating through the air of the torture chamber.

Of course it's almost a fucking Wound.

Her pride stings, twisting and rolling over. Thanking Luna that she'd backed off and let Tristan, Hirfathra Hissu, the Betaship. She didn't know what the fuck to do.

"Again." said in a controlled growl, "What's our next step?"

[Tristan Hardt]

Tristan eyes the frat-boy pup as he shreds the pizza. A little curiosity and a little impatience. "Fine. Feed away." he concedes. The gesture just might send the right kind of energy to the other side. At the very least, it wouldn't make the Shadow version of the place any worse. "And keep a cloak if you can do something useful with it. But don't go anywhere. Not yet."

Right on queue, Chris brings up the subject of the other side. Tristan waits and watches with what patience is left after seeing what he's seen.

"All the more reason to do some appeasement." he says gruffly. "Prey isn't going anywhere I won't be able to find. I've tasted it's blood." And he's a damn good tracker even on the worst of days.

The looming threat of a near-Wound changes things up. So it's only natural for Viola's mouth to go off again. "We already made the decision to come here and learn more." He shoots Viola a glance on the word 'we'. "No sense in getting twisted up over it now. So now? We feed the cats, keep them calm. Then you and Odin--- no. You and Chris check out the bedroom. Then the attic. Meet us here when you're done." He seems pretty confident in his selection. The hotheaded Rahu and a Suthar Anzuth can handle one of the ungainly cat-beasts, if one is hiding there. They'd be fine. "You," he says, pointing at Odie,"are gonna help me fix things here, and in the Hisil. And yes: I'm saying we should split up again. We can't be here all night."

[Chris Laurent]

Slow breaths help bring Chris back down. Help push back the memories of the night that shattered his last pack, when his friend died in front of him. The Talon lets his fists relax into open hands as Tristan lays out a plan. A chuckle and toothy grin as Tristan shares that he has their scent.

Appeasing spirits is something Chris has always left to others. Except for Totems, those have to be personal. It's a thing. Spirits are still a bit freaky to the Irraka. Words and meaning pass from Tristan to the pack. He's clearly done this sort of thing before. "Works for me." The way Chris leaves the pit..its obvious he's doing it as fast as he can. Somewhat cleaner air tastes and feels better. Then he looks to Viola.

"You first or me?" Neither matters to the Irraka, just need to get this party started.

[Chris Laurent]

Soft pops sound off as Chris cracks his neck. "Alright, I'll lead" A nod to Tristan and Odin then a glance at @Viola as the No Moon of the Destroyer steps back out into the night. A deep breath helps push away the stench pain and misery. This entire place is going to have to be watched. Both sides. At least this place isn't crazier... no Uratha for who knows how long. The grin that splits his face as he walks into the house could very well scare a human..before taking into account the hair and the muscle.

As fucked up as the place sounds, this city could be fun. The Talon stops at the base of the stairs. There's brazen and then there's stupid. Chris tries to embrace both equally. So he looks over his shoulder to see if Viola is ready for a party.

[Viola Jones]

Giving one last disgusted huff at the torture chamber she follows Chris up and back into the house.

When he tuts to look over her shoulder she shakes her head. Focusing inward, shucking off her Dalu shape for the lighter frame of Urhan.

She shakes her lupine head as the scents of this hell house invade her snout. But still she holds her ground metaphorically as she pads lightly forward.

  Urhan, Perception 2 Suxx, Stealth 2 suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-27 20:43:45		Viola Jones rolls 7 to Stealth (Dex 3 + Stealth 3 + 1 spec) (10 Again)		8, 4, 3, 2, 7, 7, 9		2 successes
2018-03-27 20:42:41		Viola Jones rolls 9 to Perception (wits 3 + composure 2 + 4 urhan) (10 Again)		7, 10, 7, 5, 6, 4, 8, 7, 5, 2		2 successes
2018-03-27 20:41:16		Viola Jones rolls 7 to Wolf! (stam 3 +survival 2 +PU 2) (10 Again)		10, 3, 5, 3, 8, 1, 5, 5		2 successes

[Yumyumcrow]

Odie sets to work with a youthful exuberance that almost jars with the tenor of his actions and his prayers. The cats, of course, do not understand. The poor creatures have been locked up for too long; have witnessed too much. They hiss and spit even as nutriment is passed into their cages.

The house stands inviolate and filled with secrets. No one - no hidden house guests or secret beasts - is roused when the Viola and Chris make their return.

Viola switches to her wolf form with ease. House scents hit her on the proverbial nose: a mix of healthy human; perfume; cleaning products; dust; old polish; leather; cleaning products; faint trace of blood; musk and candle scent; absinthe; old polish; and cat. Its a storm of aroma's that takes the Rahu several moments to fully process. Apart from the more outlandish scents, it is what one would normally expect to find in a human habitation.

Viola pads quietly up the stairs, not making a sound.

Chris finds a creaking floor board on the way up. Nothing happens.