(PrP) Grave Matters

[Hector]

Hector's eyes widened as his head snapped round to stare back at the apparent mourner with his half eaten bouquet.

"How nice! We need to talk with him. If possible." An Irakka would know just what the Alpha meant by that.

The Cahalith was slowly rising himself as Emily stepped forward, clothes straining against her expanding mass.

Viola fails to read the lone figure and his peculiar pet.

Tristan gets a flash of a moonlit night, an open wasteland, and a pack of Wolves. Clearly the creature is imagining the Uratha, for the 'wolves' of this vision are souped up, monstrous, fever-dream fantasies of fur, muscle and fang. Urshul would do the trick.

The strange mourner has noticed them. How could it not? Still holding a scrunch of flowers in its mouth, it takes an uncertain step back. The 'dog' bristles and makes an effort at growling threateningly, which doesn't work given the strangely deep catlike snarl that burbles from its rodent-like snout.

[Emily Makerith]

Emily sidles off to the side, away from everyone else. She begins moving around the rat-man, trying to flank him and make sure his escape is cut off while his focus is on the rest of the pack.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-23 04:25:04		Emily rolls 4 to Flanking! Dex + Stealth = 4 (10 Again)		3, 8, 2, 9		2 successes

[Viola Jones]

She didn't pick up anything of use, but that didn't stop her from using common fucking sense to help Emily flack these fuckers.

Coming in from the opposite side Emily chose, Viola is light on her feet as she circles around.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-23 19:56:47		Viola Jones rolls 7 to Flank 'em! (Dex 3 + Stealth 3 + Spec) (10 Again)		10, 3, 7, 3, 7, 8, 4, 6		2 successes

[Chris Laurent]

The grin that splits Chris's face would make the guys back home proud. Far too predatory to pass as human outside of the poor souls who are broken and think they are predators. With the two breaking off the flank Chris decides on the best route, forwards.

Hands spread out to each side, showing only empty hands, as Chris shifts to look directly at the ratmanthing. "Friend" The Irraka calls out. "We came to mourn a fallen friend and can't find their grave. Would you be willing to help us?" All eyes on the bait.

  5 suxx to misdirection the ratman to pay attention to only Chris

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-23 21:51:28		Chris rolls 9 to Misdirect the ratman (Man2+Subt3+MisSpec1=6) (10 Again, WillPower)		8, 7, 9, 2, 9, 9, 4, 9, 4		5 successes

[Hector]

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[Tristan Hardt]

Tristan feels a hint of grim satisfaction. The thing knows the form its hunters would wear. But the Elodoth heeds the words of the Alpha. Then eyes the movements of the pack. They're working to corner the Beshilu - which he's almost positive the 'man' is. He'd bring the fear to bear when the time is right. When they can hold it and get it talking.

The Uratha cop knows he sticks out like a sore thumb, though. He could try to sneak around and assist with the flank, but that'd likely just throw the whole thing off. So instead? He stays near 'the bait' and stays quiet. Watching the Beshilu's body language for tells of what's to come.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-27 14:52:15		Tristan Hardt rolls 8 to Wits 4 + Empathy 4 to read emotions (10 Again)		2, 1, 10, 5, 2, 8, 1, 7, 5		2 successes

[Yumyumcrow]

On cue, Viola and Emily begin their slow circle, closing on the lone man and his... dog... from two angles.

Chris read the situation appropriately. The peculiar fellow focusses on the Irraka with the air of the punch drunk. He tries to speak, at least showing enough self awareness to the need for a response. It takes several moments before the figure spits out the ravaged bouquet sufficiently to talk.

"Help? Me?"

The thing titters.

"No. Not good at all. Tut tut! Not for you! Fallen friend. Mmmmm. Try the floor! No! That won't do, Rufus! Not the floor! Stinky rotten floor! And the walls! Hard and harsh and sticky with foul juices! We hates them! No! Maybe if you can't find your friend because you be in the wrong part of the wood. Cemetery. Burial ground. Yes! Try north! Try east! Try west! Definitely not here. No one here. Spider's get ate them all!"

The fellow's dog is having none of it. The rodent-like creature, more rat than dog, bristles! Snarls! Growls! Rises up on its legs and lifts its mangy body.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-27 22:23:48		Rat-Dog to be scurry! rolls 6 to Presence + Intimidation (10 Again)		1, 10, 7, 2, 7, 8, 10, 1		3 successes

[Emily Makerith]

Emily moves around the cemetery, watching the Beshilu. Then the rat-dog rises up.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-28 02:47:47		Emily rolls 4 to Scary Rat-man? Resolve+Composure (10 Again)		3, 10, 1, 9, 4		2 successes

Two of them. One of me. Probably can't take them without falling to Garou. Should probably slip away.

Wait. Stop. Think. Pack. More than just me now.

Emily's pace slows, becoming very wary. She growls a low rumbling note and she tenses up, ready to attack.

[Viola Jones]

Emily's mirror is easy circling halts as the thing rears up and spits its threats and insinuations.

Her blood freezes, heart palpitating, the Rahu flashes her teeth, snarling to herself as Essence burns. Bulking up as she should have done before she moved in on these fuckers.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-28 12:40:42		Viola Jones rolls 7 to Dalu (Stam 3 + Survival 2 + PU 2) (10 Again)		4, 6, 5, 4, 2, 1, 7		failure
2018-07-28 12:33:27		Viola Jones rolls 6 to no scurrdy wuff (Resolve 3 + Composure 3) (10 Again)		6, 1, 3, 9, 8, 3		2 successes

[Chris Laurent]

The smile freezes then shatters as the ratdog rears up and clearly gives zero fucks. Spiders...no one here... Hands rise and a foot slides back. Chris is ready for the thing to attack. Though he stays in human form, this may require a bit of heavy lifting soon.

  failure to resist the intimidate

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-07-28 20:49:13		Chris rolls 4 to Grave - anti-ratdog (Res2+Comp2=4) (10 Again)		7, 6, 5, 5		failure