Between Bleeds Well moving forwards towards the person carving into the pole and Hector following Brigit slides from the car and stalks towards a nearby house surrounded by bushes and shrubs.
Walk off post for Brigit
Between Bleeds Well moving forwards towards the person carving into the pole and Hector following Brigit slides from the car and stalks towards a nearby house surrounded by bushes and shrubs.
Walk off post for Brigit
"Oh okay so that's what we are doing then, cool, bet! Let's go see about the Juggalo dude." Soren shotguns a beer a before hopping out and almost catching some road burn but stabilizes and goes to catch up to Bleeds Well. "Look if you want to get info from him, just bribe him with some Faygo drinks or a nice hatchet, they love that stuff my dude." Soren comes up behind Bleeds Well and Hector ready to help if need be.
1 success
Tiny listens to the 'poetry'.
The meaning is clear, but there is no substance beyond, "them bad us good."
Was that the best argument the Pure had?
On the other hand, simplicity had a value, and if you beat and burned your followers for stepping out of line, then keeping it simple probably did help.
Tiny hangs back, taking an overlooking position, keeping an eye on the winery road and anything else moving around.
Emily pulls up the truck and jumps out of the driver's seat, following after Bleeds Well and Hector. There's a glance for Brigit - she didn't like the Talon going offf alone - but she couldn't stop her. She catches up at the end of thre poetry.
"Hey there buddy.You wanna start that again for us that aren't poets?" She grins at her own quip.
Instinct and Purity rage deep within Bleeds Well. Does the wolf leap upon the unsuspecting prey, or does the man attempt to parlay...
Yeah right, not in their territory. Time is of the essence, and he has plenty of Essence to burn.
Bleeds Well does his best Alec Ogletree impression as he bores down on the man in hoodie. Spiritual fuel coursing through him like adrenaline fueling his actions. He reaches for the utilities pole defacer, fingers outstretched, but just out of reach. If you blinked you missed it, the man is being enveloped within massive arms. Arms fueled by the strength of rage and spirit, and biceps that would be the envy of even the most roided out body builder on muscle beach.
A primal growl rumbles from somewhere deep within Bleeds Well's chest, as the purest of the Call wrestles with the potential abductee.
1 success to Hone Rage, -1 turn in Gauru +1 additional strength
2 successes
Savage Ambush
Hector growls and tries to look intimidating.
failure
1 success
I have clearly forgotten how to set up the DR. D'Oh!
Soren watches as the situation escalates before him. "Well, that escalated quickly! Guess I'll play back up fiddle then." Soren reaches down into himself and pulls on his animal, his rage and holds it waiting to see if he needs to change and jump into the fray.
Soren tries to look like a strong arm from a movie or a someone intimidating from a show he saw before.
3 successes
The song continues as everything happens so fast. The hoodie's head just starts to turn in response to voices behind it when Bleeds Well swells and wraps around the hoodie and person inside of it. There's a yelp as the hoodie falls and dyed bright red hair blazes over a tanned face.
"WHAT THE FUCK MAN." Is yelled out loud as the man looks down at massive Gauru arms wrapped around him. Then he turns and looks at Bleeds Well's face, the man's own face grows pale as he doesn't recognize the Gauru staring down at him. "Wait, who the fuck are you?"
Hoodie doesn't put up a fight as long as Bleeds Well doesn't make any more aggressive moves.
Tiny's breath hitches as bleeds well goes Gauru. Aggressive negotiations were certainly a valid and well trod Uratha discussion tool. One guy wrapped up in Bleed's well's hands with an alpha and beta and newbie dogpilling wasn't going anywhere, so he turned outward.
He looks around for any witnesses, or worse,
anyone coming close to them or even worse,
anyone running away, or even more worse,
someone with a cell phone out. There Herd must not know was pretty clear about cell phones, something Bleeds Well would agree with, were he not busy with arm twisting in negotations.
6 successes