2024.01.14 The Malevolent Chef
| 2024.01.14 Meeting the Malevolent Chef | |
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| A malevolent gremlin spirit comes to Nightshade Acres. | |
| IC Date | January 14, 2024 |
| Players | Eris Nyx Sammy Massa Karalina |
| Storyteller | Ramon |
| Location | Nightshade Acres Kitchen |
| Prp/Tp | The Malevolent Chef |
| Spheres | Wyrm |
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The atmosphere in the Nightshade Acres' kitchen, usually filled with the comforting aromas of cooking, is tonight thick with tension, something unnatural is amiss. The kitchen feels eerily silent, the kind that had been cooking for the Nightshade pack and their guests complaining of things going wrong. Food is burning, appliances are on the frits, and recipes known by heart are going horribly wrong and hard to remember.
Complaining to Ramon and Nyx as they try to relax in the front room with their guest Sammy, the obvious first response is that the kin must be fucking up. Looking to Sammy and then to Nyx as the kinfolk cook seems set on their being something horribly wrong, the tattooed man asks them, "Do you think something really could be going on... here?"
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Sammy came over to help! Because Theurge. He looks around the place with an arched brow that never quite goes down all the way. He's snazzy-looking, of course. He always is. "I mean... If this isn't normal for here..." He pulls out his phone, which is pretty much the newest Samsung - fuck Apple - he doesn't a little bit of math and flips through the calendar. "Nothing astrology related. I can take a peek. See what we can see."
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Nyx chews on the end of her vape pin, irritation echoing off of the Ragabash as she steps towards the side to look over the kitchen without actually entering within it. The volunteering of Sammy brings her to wave her pen towards the general direction. "Go for it," she states as her own vote of 'not it' coming forward. This is her MO. Is there trouble? Then let someone else take the first stab at it.
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In the kitchen, the kin cook looks along with the wolves. Reaching out to try the light the switch flicks on and off, but no lights come on. That is all that kinfolk cook needs to back out and wait for the wolves to deal with whatever is happening in that kitchen.
With the lights out, it's dark, the appliances all dead and silent, with the flickering flames of the gas stovetop lighting up one side of the kitchen. As the moon casts a pale light through the windows, a sudden clatter breaks the silence. From the shadowy corner, where an array of spices and herbs are kept, emerges Gastrohex, the Malevolent Chef. The Gremlin's grotesque form is bathed in the moonlight, its fingers ending in utensils, clinking menacingly as it moves.
Its eyes, gleaming with malevolence, sweep over the trio at the entrance to the kitchen. Gastrohex lets out a guttural chuckle, which echoes off the walls, creating an unsettling symphony of sound. "Well, well, what do we have here? Aspiring chefs in my domain?" it sneers, its voice a mix of mockery and threat.
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Oh. It's like that. Sammy sighs quietly. Yes, he's only a Cliath. YES he should have a little more caution dealing with spirits. YES he has had his ass handed to him more than once and YES he continues to be an insufferable douchebag when it comes to spirits. "I mean, you're picking on kinfolk," Sammy says.
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"Nope," she suddenly spouts out with a few back wards step being taken. The vape pen is drawn up to her lips once more, teeth clashing down along its edging as she flashes her sight over towards Sammy. "All you, buckaroo. Pony up, Cliath! It's rodeo time!" She's the best cheer leader ever, right? Right. There's a flash of a smile drawn across Nyx's crimson lips as mirth prances within emerald orbs.
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Coaxing, coaxing, always trying at something. Eventually Massa had convinced the elder to come and be sociable with him, the little social-buttefly that he was.. He'd even talked her into bringing out one of the 'good cars' and letting him drive. Its white knuckle 130 all the way there and he manages to only almost flip it twice this time! Hes getting better! Okay, three times if you count that nasty spin out once he slams on the breaks, skidding up to the ranch.
Hes out of the car quick, all but running around it to get to Eris's door and open it, grinning at her as he holds out a hand to help her from her seat, then takes her arm in arm to lead her to the main house. "The pigs, over there...as Im sure you can smell...Other than that its a very nice property.." He chats idly with her until they reach the door, pushing it open and announcing to the room. "She has arri--" Oh. Well...This was a vibe, wasn't it? The kin thankfully cuts his 'announcement' of Eris's presence short as his eyes instinctively seek out the other spirals, trying to gauge the agitation levels of the pack.
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Erisseems fine despite the maniac behind the wheel. She checks her hair in the mirror on the back of the shade while waiting for Massa to get the door for her. Once it's open the Elder steps out. Pink lips are pressed in a bit of a line as her eyes sweep over the ranch. Despite the moon the pale Ragabash seems more bewildered than on edge as she's led along. "Pigs don't bother me. Hammy had pigs." She chides but falls into silence when Massa's introduction has been cut off. "Hmn." She exhales observationally.
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As the others in the house watch, Gastrohex begins its sinister dance of chaos. With a malicious grin, it scurries around the kitchen, its movements unnaturally quick and jerky. It starts by overturning a pot of simmering meat chili, the rich aroma quickly replaced by the acrid smell of burning food.
The gremlin cackles with glee, its voice a discordant melody in the tense atmosphere. "Oh, what a shame! Was this your 'kinfolk's' masterpiece? Alas, it seems the 'kinfolk's' cooking skills are... lacking," Gastrohex taunts Sammy, its voice dripping with sarcasm. It then leaps onto the counter, its utensil fingers clanging against a set of hanging pots and pans, creating a cacophony that reverberates through the kitchen.
With deliberate malice, Gastrohex opens cabinets, flinging dishes and ingredients about. Plates shatter against the floor, and a shower of flour creates a ghostly mist in the air. "Come now! Show me the might of your culinary prowess!" the Gremlin mocks, almost daring the pack to step into its domain of disorder.
From the front room, looking into the kitchen, Ramon looks from Nyx to Sammy, then to the door, knowing Massa and Eris will enter at any minute. "The question is..." Trailing off as the door opens, he laughs and then motions towards the kitchen to let Eris and Massa in on the situation there as the sounds of more smashing and banging can be heard as the gremlin works on wrecking the kitchen.
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Karalina shows up fashionably late, or really on her own time. She makes her way into the kitchen, knocking on the doorway as she pops her head in. Stopping as she is confused as to what is going on, aside from seeing Sammy taking charge of speaking to something. Chaos is going on here, and well, being BSD's that is to be expected. But she has a feeling it is something else. "It appears you have a situation? By the way, hello."
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Sammy looks just a little .. disappointed. "You know," Sammy says, probably taking the lead, being the closest to the kitchen. "I'm a little disappointed, honestly. I know who you are. You're the great and powerful Gastrohex." He leans in the door, but there's a line there, invisible, intangible, but Sammy doesn't cross it. He fucking knows better. "It's no fucking skin off my nose, so to speak. I live in an apartment. Landlord takes care of all that. One of the joys of renting. But I mean.. oooh.. tipping shit over. Burning food. Being a bully to a kinfolk who can't see OR sense you. GastroHAX might be a little closer to the truth of it. Shame. I was REALLY wanting to find you to be a part of a fetish, but.. eh... I dunno." BUt then he pushes off the wall and throws his hands up in the air and in what will prove to be a rather sarcastic sort of tone, he says, "Oh, great and powerful Gastrohex. What can we, mere pond scum beneath your all powerful feet, do to make you leave this place in peace?"
Sammy loses one Willpower
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Sammy rolls Charisma vs 6 for 0 successes.
1 2 4 5 7
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Each plate that shatters across the ground brings a flinch of her facial features. "Ten dollars.. Forty. Forty five..", she's counting off all the damage that the gremlin is costing her as the amusement is far gone from the ragabash. "seventy three.." She bites down harder on the end of the mouth piece of her vape, leaving bite marks throughout it as she looks back over towards Sammmy as he does his thing. "Isn't there like.. exterminators for this kind of thing? Fuck. I mean there should be. First time home owners." There's a little growl emerging from her throat as she snaps her eyes over towards the gremlin though distraction comes with the newest batch of guests entering. Nyx's head up lifts in a general 'sup' manner to the trio.
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"Huh." Massa Echos after Eris as he moves to place himself between her and the group, eyes towards the kitchen as his observes with a dull expression, eyes half glazed over. "Nyx, surely.. You can handle, this yes?" He asks of her in an 'unsure' voice, like he might be a bit 'confused' at the situation. "If you let them break the dishes, next its the furniture, then its your shoes.. Really now. And with company over.." Despite 'blocking' Eris from the room he takes a shelter seeking half step back when he starts to verbally prod at the other dancer.
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Pale eyes drift towards Nyx and then back towards Sammy as she observes the unfourunate events unfolding in front of her. She giggles. "Gremlins." The elder Ragabash says in a quiet tone laces with a bit of laughter. She allows Massa to step in front of her as she peeks over his shoulder. "Did someone feed it after midnight?" The Elder watches, tugging Massa so she can watch what's happening without actually having to personally be isible or interact with aforementioned critter. Despite this though the Elder Ragabash is clearly watching how the other Spirals are going to handle this.
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Gastrohex's frenetic energy pauses for a moment at Sammy's words. The Gremlin tilts its head, its beady eyes narrowing as it takes in the Garou's challenge. The corners of its grotesque mouth twitch upwards into a smirk, clearly amused by Sammy's bravado and sarcasm.
With a swift, fluid motion, more elegant than one would expect from its potbellied form, Gastrohex hops onto a kitchen island, sitting amidst the chaos it created. "Ah, the mighty Garou speaks!" it exclaims with a theatrical flair, spreading its arms wide, utensil fingers glinting in the dim light. "GastroHAX, you say? A clever twist of words from a clever tongue." The Gremlin leans forward, its gaze piercing. "You see, dear..." Pausing, stumped he studies Sammy and then the others before asking them all, "Who is this? You know of my greatness but you seem... unremarkable." Shaking his head he continues on, "It's not about the destruction, oh no," it says, waving a forked finger in the air. "It's about the message. The chaos. The reminder that even in your safe spaces, you are not beyond the reach of my influence."
Its voice lowers to a hiss, "A fetish, you sought in me? A mere tool for your battles? I am Gastrohex, spirit of spoiled feasts and ruined gatherings. I am no one's tool." The Gremlin's eyes flash with a wicked light as it looks to each member of the group. "But, since you asked so nicely..." it drawls, dragging out the words mockingly.
"You want me to leave this delightful abode? Simple. Entertain me. Challenge me. Defeat me not with brute strength, but with your wits. Show me that you are more than just muscle and rage. Perhaps a contest? A battle of culinary skills, where the stakes are your pride and my departure." Gastrohex's laugh echoes around the kitchen, filled with malice and challenge.
The Gremlin then stands, gesturing grandly to the mess it has created. "All of you, clean this mess, prepare your best dish, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider your request. Fail, and I shall make this place my permanent residence, a monument to all of your incompetence, but mostly, this one." Pointing a fork finger at Sammy who was the one that spoke he then adds, "Or maybe you will be remembered by all here for the cause of the failure?" With a final cackle, Gastrohex settles back, watching the group with expectant, gleeful eyes as the lights flash back on, bright against the previous darkness.
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Karalina does not see this spirit, but when Eris mentions gremlins and feeding after midnight, she asks, "I'd assume clever Garou can take care of this. We do not need Ghostbusters or teenagers from the 1980's I'm sure." She has no idea what the thing is doing, but she's going to keep back - out of the splash zone. Her eyes though do not leave the Garou in front of her.
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"I don't know how mighty I am. I mean, I'm a fucking Cliath." It's willpower alone that keeps him from just pissing himself, really. His eyes do not leave the gremlin spirit. Barely even to blink. "*I* am no one. Just a teeny little baby Theurge from ATL. Man, you would have had a fuckload more fun in Georgia. Some of the restaurants there.. You'd have had shit to do til the end of time." He nods that it's about the message."Wyld spirits, man. Really, they're just assholes," he says kind of over his shoulder, though his gaze doesn't waver. But as for fetishes, there's another shrug. "I kind of thought that you'd LIKE to be a part of a fetish that turns food bad. Like, see, I had this idea. Mass poisoning of some of the food kitchens." Sammy didn't actually have this idea until JUST now, but now that it's occurred to him, he's running with it.
"These food banks that feed the homeless is sometimes the only food a person's gonna get. The only hot meal, the only clean, safe food. Put you in a fetish as a set of really good utensils? Everything you touch turns rancid after 12 hours -- starts poisoning people? I mean, the chaos factor of upwards of 300 people systematically shitting themselves after exactly 12 hours from lunch or dinner or whatever?" Sammy laughs a rather cruel laugh at that. "THAT would have been fucking epic. Beautiful." He even gives the whole idea a chef's kiss to his fingers, but then he shrugs. "But YOU want a competition from a bunch of Garou who fly into a frenzy boiling water? Yup. THAT is a challenge. Sure as fuck is. I can cook my granny's enchiladas. That's it."
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Nyx's eyes narrow in over towards Massa as he calls her out to handle it. "Surely, Massa, how about we go find that dutch boy outfit and send you back to find another krampus? They sure do like you and you still seem to have some matters to work out." All said with a twisting smile that presents itself so heavily across her mouth. The questioning if someone fed it after midnight instantly brings an accusation sparking from her, "I blame Ramon. Probably cooked it a steak along with its five course meal." She watches the back and forth between it and Sammy. A slow blink emerges rom her as she stares blankly as the commands continue to pour out. "Did it just.. I.." She seems to be stunned into silence for a long moment. "No. Just nope. Fuck this. Not my monkeys." She waves the vape pen towards Sammy. "That's your monkey.", she points to the gremlin's direction. "You wanna impress your girl, you take care of it. Make those enchiladas!" Mention of 'your girl' brings a motion of her head quite openly towards Karalina's direction.
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Massa just smirks over at Nyx before breaking into a softly contained giggle. "The one I set on fire? Surely you don't need me to take care of /another/ spirit for you. Ma'am." He says, adding the last bit in his best 'prim and proper' tone. His eyes flick between Sammy and the kitchen as the Spiral speaks of cooking, head tilting slightly as a half grin forms on his face. Interesting, interesting..Nyx of course was right. Matters of the spirit befall Sammy, so he keeps his mouth shut and listens, leaning back against Eris as he does and flailing a hand silently behind his back to try and clutch at hers.
Sammy loses one Willpower
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Sammy rolls Charisma vs 6 for 2 successes.
1 3 +6 +7 9
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"Hmm?" Eris echoes as Nyx speaks to Massa. The petite pale woman who is still mostly hidden behind the squishy Kinfolk continues to observe the younger Spirals. Massa doesn't lean far because Eris is rock solid behind him even as he leans back. "Who are the newbies?" She asks Massa curiously.
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As the tension in the kitchen reaches a palpable level and Sammy speaks to the gremlin, Gastrohex's form shimmers. The gremlin materializes fully in a moment, stepping out from the shadows into the kitchen light. Its eyes, glinting with a new purpose, fixate on the kinfolk woman, Karalina.
With a sly, unsettling grace, Gastrohex approaches Karalina. Its movements are exaggeratedly suave, a grotesque parody of a courtier's bow. "Ah, the lovely...," it coos, its voice a serpentine whisper as it seems to want to learn her name. "A beauty amongst the mundane, a flower in this concrete jungle." It reaches out with a utensil finger, attempting to caress her cheek, yet there's a palpable sense of danger beneath its actions.
The gremlin then turns its attention to Nyx, the Ragabash female. Its approach is different, more playful, yet equally disturbing. "And the elusive Sas'chlial, a shadow dancing in the moonlight," Gastrohex purrs, performing a mock bow, its hat tipping comically. "Would you dance with chaos itself?" It extends a hand, its gesture a blend of invitation and challenge.
However, when Gastrohex's gaze lands on Eris, the renowned elder Ragabash, its demeanor shifts noticeably. The gremlin straightens up, the mockery and sinister playfulness giving way to a semblance of respect. "Devil-Dolly," it says, its tone taking on a timbre of genuine acknowledgment. "Your tales have even reached my ears. I stand before you, a humble agent of disorder, recognizing your prowess." Gastrohex bows deeply, a gesture that, for once, lacks its usual mockery as it looks to Massa, unsure what to make of the kinfolk just yet.
Shaking its head, Gastrohex looks back to Sammy and seems to be listening. "That was sarcasm when I called you the mighty!" Laughing a little, he is clearly listening to Sammy, studying him as he looks to be listening for more. "You have my attention... Who are you again?"
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Karalina raises her brow when Nyx seems to refer to her, but she's not going to interupt what is obviously Garou business. Massa being asked who the new people to Eris are, she is about to interject herself before the gremlin materializes. "Well shit." She does not back down when the gremlin comes toward her. That finger is gross but she just looks with disdain. "Do. Not. Touch. Me."
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Slivers of ice pale eyes resume her amusement. <<Gastrohex.>> She greets in Spirit Speech, though when the chaotic little spirit aims it's attention at Massa, the Elder's arm wraps around the Kin and her hand splays on his thin chest as she pulls him back. The gesture is enough to let the Spirit know not to mess with him directly. Eris is just here to watch and giggle. Such a helpful Elder.
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Sammy's gaze follows Gastrohex and when Karalina is addressed, he freezes a little. It's only when Gastrohex is done with her and is involved with Nyx that Sammy reaches out to lightly extract Karalina and push her (nicely. More of a nudge) in Ramon's direction since he's out of the line of fire, it seems (YAY FOR STORYTELLERS!) And then Sammy goes back to his disinterested sort of blank stare after Gastrohex once Karalina's out of the way. It was sarcasm, the gremlin says, and Sammy nods. "Oh, I figured. but anyway, *I* am Huh-saht, Theurge. Just a Cliath -- for now -- but time can only progress SO fast, really. I just got here. But do you want to hear more about the fetish or are you more interested in pretty girls? THAT would be a real disappointment." Sammy continues, regardless. "Back in Atlanta, where I do have a little bit of a reputation, we had a 'lesser' spirit that jumped at the chance to go into a fetish like that. Except it wasn't a homeless thing. It was school kids. And it was more like 2 hours. So right before time to go home, every kid in the place who had the pizza started shitting themselves and throwing up everywhere. The entire kitchen staff lost their jobs. One committed suicide two weeks later, another one ended up coming to work for King. But THAT was too obvious. Kids, two hours. Had to be the school cafeteria, right? Some of these homeless feeders feed all day day long. It'd be rolling waves. Might be WEEKS before anyone caught on and then who knows who the fetish would be passed on to after that."
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"What do you mean for me? Last I checked I was *perfectly* capable of taking care of spirits myself but it's so much more fun to watch you spit out fireballs to get out your daddy issues," she coos towards Massa's direction with a twisted grin and a wink towards his direction. All playful! Really! "Oh he has daddy issues. Sorry if that's new news.", she mentions to Eris with a wink before her attention turns over towards the Gremlin as its attention passes on her. "Oh hell bitch. I gave birth. Hold my wea-" Wait she has none. "My shoes.", she says as she reaches down pulling off her high heels and stretching out about to pass them onto Massa then there's a pause. "No, I had to buy a safe because of you." Then she's looking over to other witnesses, offering them out to a random kinfolk near by as she moves to take off her earrings. She's still scrambling to 'prepare' herself as Sammy's doing the verbage show down!
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"Sammy, Theurge to my knowledge." Massa replies softly to Eris. "And Karalina.. Company associate, I haven't done proper recon yet." He admits with a slight pursing of his lips that might denote hes annoyed at himself over that, or more so, at not having a better answer for Eris. But when the thing becomes tangible in the real Massa stands up a bit straighter, watching it oh so curiously, the physical beings of the room seeming to fully lose his attention. Well, everyone, save Eris. its hard to ignore someone who could crack your sternum casually when they've got an arm around you. He conveniently ignores Nyx and her silly allegations about 'stealing' and 'daddy issues'. He had, until just now, blacked that little outburst out of him memory.. He just grins, and watches, a manic twinkle in his eyes.
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"I know." Eris assures the other Ragabash with a flash of a smile. "It's really amusing." She cackles again before pressing a bite into Massa's shoulder to hold him still. She wants to watch, clearly, and his exsisting as more than a wall is inhibiting that.
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Karalina is moved toward Ramon and she isn't really afraid, but she does /not/ want in the middle of spirit/garou business. She catches enough of what Massa says to quip, "You still owe me a meeting." Because of course she thinks of business at this time.
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Gastrohex's eyes glimmer with a renewed interest as they face Sammy again. The Gremlin cocks its head, considering the Cliath Theurge's proposition with a mix of curiosity and cunning. "Ah, Huh-saht, you do intrigue me," it begins, its voice tinged with a playful yet sinister undertone. "The idea of becoming a part of your armory, a tool to unleash chaos and disorder... It does have a certain... appeal."
The creature hops onto a counter and kicks broken dishware and utensils out of his way before jumping down from its perch, pacing the kitchen floor with exaggerated theatricality. "But, oh no, I won't make this easy for you," Gastrohex declares, wagging a utensil finger in Sammy's direction. "If you seek my assistance, you must first prove your dedication to the art of chaos and the essence of my very being."
It pauses, its gaze fixed intently on Sammy, assessing his resolve. A bit of his concentration is stolen as Nyx responds, watching her and then grinning as she pauses, his attention returning to Sammy. "Show me, Huh-saht. Show me that you can embrace the chaos and be an agent of havoc in your own right. Kitchens like this one, like those you spoke of," it gestures around, "will be your canvas. Spoil a feast, ruin a ceremony - let the chaos you create be your testament."
Gastrohex's lips curl into a mischievous grin. "Succeed, and I shall guide you to a spirit lesser than myself. A spirit that you can bind into your fetish. Fail, and well..." it chuckles darkly, "let's just say I'll be quite... disappointed."
The Gremlin then leans in closer, its voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Remember, Huh-saht, chaos isn't just about destruction. It's about the unexpected, the twist in the tale, the spice in the bland. Surprise me." With that, Gastrohex steps back, its eyes gleaming with anticipation, waiting to see how Sammy and the others will rise to this twisted challenge.
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When teeth find his shoulder Massa goes still. Massa is wall. He exist now only to block any splatter from Eris, though he can't help but half smirk half roll his eyes when Kar brings up that meeting.
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"I dunno, Gastrohex. I'm not sure you got the Drip." He shrugs, but he slides out of the jacket he's wearing and scratches at the back of his head for a moment. He very carefully drapes his jacket over some surface not inside the kitchen. "I'm more worried about the way you bully kinfolk. I mean, not that I CARE, but like I said, it's kind of a disappointment." He rolls up his sleeves to EXACTLY his elbows, just above the bend, showing off all those tattoos. He steps into the kitchen and rubs his hands together. "Like I said, the only thing I know how to make is my granny's enchiladas. But I've done it so many times that I can literally do it with my eyes closed." His gaze skims the kitchen real quick and he wrinkles his nose. "Broken plates aren't chaos. It's just unsightly." He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "I really think that you should go do something ACTUALLY chaotic and maliciously gleeful and I'll consider your offer for being a part of a fetish." He wrinkles his nose and wobbles his tattooed hand back and forth. "Eh, maybe a talen. Maybe that's more your speed." DUDE. If ANYTHING embodies chaos, it's Sammy and his GIGANTIC balls standing up to a spirit like this. C'mon. Really.
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Sammy rolls Manipulation + Persuasion vs 3 for 3 successes.
1 2 2 +4 +4 +5 7
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Ramon rolls 8 (8 dice) vs 6 for 4 successes.
3 3 4 4 +8 +9 +9 +10
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Something, somewhere in that Ragabash literally snaps. There's guests. There's the rage factor. There's Sammy attempting to be wordy to the gremlin. Then there's Nyx who just wants her pickles and lunch meat to not be fucked with any longer. After all, she has to go through another pregnancy term once more - she wants to get to her food without any issues. Therefore, there's a new side of Nyx unshown prior before that emerges as she suddenly takes a step over towards a shoe shelf and pulls off a CHANCLA from it and suddenly flings it across the room towards the direction of the gremlin as all the Mexican ancestors within her come screaming through that series of cuss words that levy out of her mouth.
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Nyx rolls Dexterity + Athletics vs 6 for 0 successes.
1 4 5 10
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Eris's eyes flicker towards Massa and she releases his shoulder with a chuckle, "Anything couls happen." She retorts to him while watching as Nyx launches her attack. "Oooo!" The Elder coos her approval, the sound almost mocking as she looks between Sammy and the Gremlin.
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Gastrohex watches Sammy intently, its eyes narrowing slightly as the Theurge speaks. The gremlin's expression is a mix of amusement and intrigue, clearly enjoying the verbal sparring. As Sammy challenges Gastrohex's methods and even downplays its potential as a fetish, a sly grin spreads across the creature's grotesque features.
With a slow, deliberate clap, Gastrohex nods. "Bravo, Huh-saht, bravo! You do have a way with words," it says, its tone dripping with sarcasm. "Questioning my 'Drip'? Suggesting I'm only fit to be a talen? You do play a dangerous game." It looks like it would step closer, but then the chancla comes flying in and just misses the gremlin.
"But, alas," it continues, waving a hand dismissively at the mess around them, with a pointed look at Nyx as it seems whatever it had planned to do or say changes, "you misunderstand the artistry in my chaos. Broken plates, you say? Unsightly? Oh, but the beauty lies not in the act itself but in the ripples it creates. The cook who slips on the debris, the kinfolk who cuts her hand cleaning up, the discord it sows."
The gremlin looks to the others and shakes his head sadly. "I gave so many offers. But you challenge me to greater acts? To prove my worth for your grand designs?" Gastrohex chuckles, a sound like gravel scraping on metal. "Very well, I accept your challenge. Let's see just how 'chaotic' and 'maliciously gleeful' I can be. But remember, you asked for this."
Stepping back, Gastrohex's form begins to shimmer, preparing to disappear. As he fades away the fires burning on the stove top turn all the way up as the microwave turns on and starts to short, the coffee machine kicks off, the heating bed growing red hot in an instant and making the pot explode in a rain of glass shards. The lights flash and grow too bright, exploding the bulbs as everything in the kitchen seems to go haywire.
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Karalina is listening and stands up a little taller. She grins and softly says, "I should have brought that can with the no-drip-tip." But that lights flash ans bulbs explode and she actually does jump just a bit, and moves a step or two away, and around Ramon to protect her.
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Sammy tips himself a little to the side as the Chancla goes flying that way. "I mean, like, what are you going to prove here? We know who you are. What you do. Burn the house down, you've lost people who would GLADLY help you out with something more creative, MORE chaotic." Things start going a little crazy and Sammy pushes himself off the counter and moves INTO the chaos, instead of out of it. Dude's lost his mind, clearly. "I mean, you've already got on Nyx's bad side. She's a Raggie. You think she doesn't love chaos? But you're setting her shit on fire and ruining something that she cares about.. for what? So we can know how fucking big and bad you are?" He scoffs. He. Fucking. Scoffs and shrugs. "He'll get tired about the time everything stops working. I'll replace it. He's just throwing a temper tantrum." He raises his voice, only because it's suddenly LOUD. He doesn't sound angry. He sounds bored. "The rattlesnake spirit was a much better idea." Sammy walks out of the kitchen, turning his back on the spirit and strolls outward. Karalina gets a wink. "Hi babes."
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Nyx continues to let out a stream of Spanish words towards the Gremlin even as it addresses her and others. She's hit her limit and as her kitchen seems to just get worse, it seems to even throw her further over the edge as she turns away from the small gathering near the kitchen. "GET RID OF IT!", she yells.
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Eris snickers behind Massa's shoulder still, "Niiice." She says at Sammy's reply to the Gremlin's antics. Now that the chaos is only limited to a shoe throwing Ragabash the Elder steps around her kinfolk meatshield. "Perhaps we ought to order some take out." She suggests to Massa before looking back to Nyx and then the other Garou in the room expectantly.
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Massa just licks his teeth and shifts his attention between the gathered group with a narrow eye. "I suppose you're right." He flinches at the explosion, the glass not hitting him, but he winced back anyway, making sure his body would shield Eris from any shrapnel. He just sighs softly, smoothing down his shirt a bit and taking out his phone. "What are we getting?" He asks in a vaguely tired tone.
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As the chaos escalates around him, Sammy's nonchalant demeanor amidst the pandemonium contrasts the havoc Gastrohex unleashes. The Gremlin, pausing momentarily in its mischievous tirade, turns its attention to Sammy, seemingly intrigued by his audacity and calm in the face of chaos.
"Prove? Oh, it's not about proving anything," Gastrohex replies, its voice laced with amusement and disdain. "It's about the essence of chaos, the unpredictability, the joy of the unexpected."
The Gremlin's utensil fingers dance in the air, partially materialized, and mostly crossed over, orchestrating the chaos like a maestro. "Ah, the ragabash and her affections. Don't worry, I'm leaving," it muses, watching a pan catch fire with a flick of its finger. "Chaos isn't about pleasing others, it's about disruption, about breaking the monotony. It's an art form, and not everyone appreciates art."
As Sammy scoffs and dismisses Gastrohex's antics as a mere tantrum, the Gremlin's expression shifts to one of mock hurt. "A temper tantrum? Oh, you wound me," Gastrohex says, placing a hand dramatically over its heart. "But do not mistake my actions for mere petulance. This is a demonstration of my essence, my very nature."
As Sammy exits the kitchen, turning his back on the spirit, Gastrohex watches him go with a look of grudging respect. "Bold, very bold," it mutters to itself. Then, with a final flourish, it sends a burst of energy through the kitchen, amplifying the chaos for a brief moment. "Toodaloo, Mudafucka!" it exclaims with a maliciously joyous tone. In a flash of energy, Gastrohex disappears completely, leaving behind a kitchen transformed into a scene of chaos and confusion.
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Karalina grins at Sammy when he speaks to her. "Babes? Interesting. Well, Sexy. Are you having fun? Playing with this... what did you call it? Oh, she called it a gremlin? Please tell me this is not going to interupt our plans later."
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Sammy shakes his head and he bends down just a little and scoops Karalina up over his shoulder. "Got my dinner." He turns, with Karalina over his shoulder and he gives her a nice swat on the ass as he walks them toward the door. "I'll come back tomorrow with a cleanup crew, Nyx and Ramon. I'll fix it." He just keeps on walking toward the door. He upnods to eris. NO fucking clue who she is. Probably someone important and he's going to get his fucking ass kicked later. Then he's opening the front door and heading out to his car.
Eris scoffs a laugh at Sammy before humming, "Enchilada I think I heard." She suggests before finaly starting to prowl about without making herself a target of pregnant hangry projectiles.
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Sammy and Kar get a little nod from Massa as he starts to locate the nearest place that sells Enchiladas. "Who else wants what?" He asks aloud to everyone and no one all at once. He looks up from the phone, sees Eris prowling, and awkwardly scampers to rush up to her side, shadowing her prowl.
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Ramon, for his part seemed pretty calm about the whole thing considering. It seems he let Sammy take the lead. Shaking his head at the mess in the kitchen he says to the others, "I don't think we want to eat shit out of there for a while. Until we can make sure that little fucker isn't coming back. Maybe he'll be set just fucking with Sammy from now on." With his job of being the shield for Karalina over once Sammy grabs her, he nods to Massa and rubs his own belly, "I'm hungry as fucccck." Winking at Nyx he adds, "We'll need to practice your throwing skills." Nodding at Eris next he smiles, "Usually its way more chill here."
