(Body Horror) Bad Night Out

**Yumyumcrow** · Mar 4th, 2018 12:16 AM

Florin, at the southern and eastern end of the city, might not be the best place to hunt. What it made up for in lack of opportunities is made up for with its diversity of environments: quiet residential streets, shadowy blocks of silent industry and warehouses; open fields and allotments with plenty of cover and private places to take a quick... snack (should you have found one, that is).

Perhaps this was why so many Kindred found their way to the area.

This night is quiet and the pickings are few and far between. But not everywhere. On a lonely stretch of road where the light is poor, and thickly shadowed fields stretch out on one side, and silent warehouses stand as ghostly sentinels on the other, an unearthly cry of desperate horror rings out.

Too human. Much too human. Surely such a shriek could not have come from human lips?

**Takeda Katsumi** · Mar 4th, 2018 01:41 AM

Coming down this lonely road was a Demon striding on the path to hell, a sword made to cut through a man's torso strapped to her waist, her Soul strapped beneath it. By force of will, and the magic granted to her by the foul blood that sat within her veins, none of the humans that she had passed by this night (not that there had been many) had paid any mind to the death that she carried on her hip. To their eyes, she was simply a tourist, dressed somewhat oddly in black tennis shoes, black culottes, a black blouse, a strange sash-belt with a cord dangling from it, and a black cardigan, but otherwise they paid her no mind.

After all, even if they could not feel the soul of the Demon within her, her aura was stained with the essence of murder, and bloodlust lived in her gaze. For the sane, this was all the reason they needed to give her a wide berth. That suited Takeda well. She enjoyed the opportunity to walk beneath the sunless sky and take in the night air, to feel the wind brush past her, to feel the earth beneath her feet.

Besides, she would be meeting company soon, anyways. Or, at the least, she had invited company. She planned to have a meal this night, and what was a meal without a moment of conversation afterwards? It was, after all, one of the foundations of society, that which kept them from the infernal mindset of the Beast. So Niamh Sionnaigh , the other half of Hikaru Bua, had recieved an invitation, as had Lawrence Taft , a kindred that Takeda was more than a little fascinated by. She would be meeting them soon, at a crossroads close by...

...but that scream pierced the night like a blade through a paper screen, startling Takeda from her idle musings. Her left hand falling to steady the death carried in her belt, she took off at a dead run towards that terrible screaming...

1 success

2 successes

Takeda is using Touch of Shadows to hide a Katana and a Wakizashi.

**Niamh Sionnaigh** · Mar 4th, 2018 12:13 PM

Her hair is combed and plaited back, sweater worn but new to her, trousers lacked the stains that once defined them, and upon her feet are a pair new unbroken boots. The laces tied, and their size appropriate.

Her perceptions have been submerged in knowing artifice, but even that knowing failed to halt the dreams that had replaced the nightmares. Tasting that ambrosia, allowed so close to press lips upon dead flesh opened by the Killer's Soul...Niamh's eyes flutter in remembered rapture.

A scream splits the air and shatters Niamh's reverie. Feet beat upon the cracked asphalt, heading towards the sound. Either the sound was a reaction caused by the Killer's carelessness, which the Water Fox didn't truly believe, or the sound would draw the Japanese Warrior just as it had her.

Perception 1 suxx

**Lawrence Taft** · Mar 5th, 2018 07:14 PM

The Killer has kept her word, it seem: they would meet at some crossroads in Florin, with the drowned wench in tow. But opportunities to feed outside don't come very often. And this side of town provides all the... necessary privacy.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2018-03-05 18:59:38	Lawrence Taft rolls 5 to Presence + Persuasion to snack (10 Again)	6, 9, 1, 3, 5	1 success

In one such private place, the Spider snares his prey. Ecstasy flows from the hot, wet wound in a woman's neck. Taft is intoxicated - only the cry piercing the night proves enough to distract him. He hastily seals the wound with his tongue and smiles apologetically to his dinner.

"I should go. As should you. It isn't safe to wander around in the dark on a night like this."

He leaves her alone in the alley and steps away hastily, out onto the streets and towards the meeting point. What on earth had made such a wretched sound?

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2018-03-05 19:12:29	Lawrence Taft rolls 7 to Int + Occult to was that human? (10 Again)	2, 4, 1, 6, 1, 9, 2	1 success

**Yumyumcrow** · Mar 6th, 2018 02:28 AM

No monster makes such a sound, Taft realises as he hurries along dimly lit streets walled in by warehouses. That is the sound of a an unprepared mortal confronting something so mind rending that the only possible escape is either death or insanity. Quite likely both.

The Kindred converge on the source of the sound as it rakes the skies once more, then falls disturbingly silent.

Taft is already trying to navigate through the barren landscape of warehouses, parking lots and alleyways when the hideous guiding beacon falls silent.

Takeda makes good progress... for as long as she on the straight road. She takes a side street perhaps a block to early and finds herself lost in the maze of warehouses trying to force her way back on track.

Lawrence Taft @Travis06489 Takeda Katsumi Cayce did not make a perception check. They'll find their way to their appointed fate shortly. Niamh Sionnaigh Saber Sloth did, so she will get first look

By a quirk of fate, Niamh is much closer to the source of the sound. All it takes is for the Gangrel to backtrack and force a chain-link fence for her to reach the source of the sound in the abandoned parking lot of a (not so abandoned) metal shed. A utility vehicle with a tray on the back squats neglected close by a series of large industrial bins. Close by the bins is a door, swinging slowly shut with last vestiges of momentum.

Shadows play violently on the walls of the shed as two men briefly fight. There is an anguished yowl from one and the pair fall alongside the utility vehicle.

Silence falls.

And in the silence a wet rumbling can be heard.

One figure, dressed in little more than a surgical gown, squats over the other, who might be waring a white lab coat (but there is a little too much blood and other fluid to tell). A tentacled mass pours from the first's ruined gown, gently hoisting up the broken body of the second man, drawing the unfortunate soul bodily into the first man's torso.

**Niamh Sionnaigh** · Mar 6th, 2018 06:34 PM

Niamh comes upon the scene and were she not used to watery horrors she might have realesed a shrike as inhumanly human as the one that split the night, drawing her upon this unwholesome sight.

This should not be. Above the sea, or under it, The fox demon's head shakes as horror and the illusion of bile rise.

Takeda might have heard this call, but was the Killer even here? Had Taft gotten back to her Coterie mate? Was the Spider sitting a web somewhere?

Questions without answers.

The horror before her continues. The blood moves, her blunted ineffective fingernails tear, falling off as something far deadlier takes their place. Her skin splits, giving way to horror and monstrosity beneath.

She growles low in her throat. This isn't right!

With a single minded ferocity the savage throws herself at what should not be hoping to end it.

-1 Vitae for Claws!

INT is 8

Atrack with da claws! 4 suxx

**Yumyumcrow** · Mar 7th, 2018 02:41 AM

The Nameless Thing rapidly becomes aware of the Kindred's presence. Bodily, it swivels and launches itself in a controlled spring toward the Gangrel, arms flapping frantically towards her. The man's head, bandaging trailing in the air, rocks limply and almost lifeless atop the trunk of his torso.

Another two tentacled masses, as thick as her leg, slick with juice and much too rubbery for comfort, wriggle free from the man's ruin of an abdomen. He discharges a bloody mucky mass from his arse in a crude parody of a rude animal marking territory before a challenger.

The Nameless Thing is fast!

Initiative 15

INITIATIVE

Nameless Thing 15 (2A) - Niamh 8 (2L)

NOTE: Nameless Thing dedicates 2 tentacles to add to Defence this turn.

The lurching figure careens into Niamh, even as she closes the distance herself. They collide in a frenzy of raking claws and flailing, worm-like, mass. The sucker mouthed tip of one tentacle latches briefly onto a shoulder before momentum rips its away; Niamh feels her skin blister and her vitae bubble. It is unpleasant.

Her murderous claws would surely have given a mortal pause. The Nameless Thing barely seems to pause.

@Takeda Katsumi Cayce Lawrence Taft Travisc06489 can now join in. They'll turn up with the fight in full swing.

**Takeda Katsumi** · Mar 7th, 2018 07:45 PM

Takeda ran on in the direction of that horrible scream, uncertain whether she should lend her limbs the strength of her clan's blood when this could be, for all she knew, some sort of practical joke being held out in this wasteland. Of course, when she finally turned a corner and came into full view of the horror that was taking place, all thoughts of indecision fled.

The writhing tentacles slurping and slapping at Niamh, the spurts of blood being shat out by the shuddering corpse of this demon's prey, it awoke something in Takeda, something dark, something that lived inside her heart...

With a brilliant flash of steel, Takeda drew her blade from the embrace of the shadows, the forged steel appearing in her hands as though it were a manifestation of her will to kill, a psychic projection of her sheer bloodlust, and like a demon she charged at the monster, her Dōtanuki rising in an effortless arc before it fell with the silence of the forest, the swiftness of the wind, the ferocity of fire, and the strength of a mountain.

It was a masterful stroke, a perfect cut, a moment of such kinetic beauty that it would live forever within her mind, a silver arc flashing across a field of stone...

Takeda's face twisted into an ecstatic grin, fangs glinting in the night.

Init 13

8 successes!!!

Takeda uses Quick Draw to draw her katana and attacks with Kendo 1, Willpower fueled Kaburi! 8 lethal before defense! -1WP

**Lawrence Taft** · Mar 7th, 2018 08:06 PM

As quickly as he can, Taft makes his way, catching glimpses of his would-be companions outpacing him. When he arrives, however, he pauses. Momentarily. Dark eyes glint with something akin to fascination.

There, yes... a sickening beast hoisting the battered remains of a perfectly good meal. No doubt to do some eating of its own. The noisome discharge and then the violence. All in these sparse seconds, Taft drinks the violence like a fine wine. It's beautiful. Even as the tentacled thing lashes out to battle against the clawed Savage - his ally in this particular struggle - there's a dark appreciation for its speed. But this is eclipsed by Takeda's deft strokes of the blade. Poetry. As he had imagined.

But seconds have passed. He should do something, probably. He wills some of the stolen blood into his limbs and prepares to fight. Poorly. Damn foolish of him to go out without his knife. The best he can do it distract the thing and allow the others to finish it off. So he can study it. Taft lunges for the thing and attempts to grab it through slime and tentacles and muck.

Initiative 5

1 success

**Yumyumcrow** · Mar 8th, 2018 03:35 AM

The Nameless Thing scuttles forward again. The corpse host hangs at an obtuse angle, bent backward as the tentacled masses burst forth in an explosion of pure alien fury. The entity bats the Savage away as if it were offended by her presence.

OMG! YOW!!

And then Takeda is there! Leaping through space! Her katana flashes a silver arc!

And the Nameless Thing is unmade. Muscle and bone parts. Flesh tears. From somewhere within the battered corpse there is a watery gurgle, like water slurping through a begrimed plug hole.

Meat parts three ways as the body splits in twain and the tentacled mass, freed, splats on the ground before Niamh.

Silence descends.

INITIATIVE

Nameless Thing (destroyed) - Takeda Katsumi 13 - Niamh (1A 7L Torpor) - Taft 5

Undead flesh hisses on contact with the horrid tentacles. Vitae bubbles away leaving rich livid bruises on undead flesh where useless blood pools under the injuries. It is too much for Niamh to sustain and the Gangrel slides into Torpor.

Really sorry Saber Sloth :,(

(Body Horror) Bad Night Out

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Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-06 18:30:47		Niamh Sionnaigh rolls 7 to Clawz! (Strength 3 + brawl 3 + 1 spec) (10 Again)		10, 2, 9, 7, 6, 10, 7, 3, 9		4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-07 19:29:13		Takeda rolls 17 to Kaburi! (str4+wp5+spec+katana3+kaburi1+WP) (10 Again, WillPower)		1, 10, 2, 10, 7, 2, 10, 8, 2, 1, 10, 9, 5, 7, 7, 10, 8, 4, 3, 2, 1, 2		8 successes