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| − | |name = Albany Heists, Part 1 | + | |name = Cockroach Corner |
| − | |summary = A group hired by Pax travels to Albany, New York to recover rare Occult books for a client. | + | |summary = Eris Obtains a Gift |
| − | |icdate = Friday, September 28th, 2018 | + | |icdate = Saturday, September 11th, 2018 |
| − | |ictime = 11:00 pm EST. | + | |ictime = 10:00 pm PDT. |
| − | |players = [[Pax]], [[Helen]], [[Aubrey]], [[Estrella]], [[Wesley]], [[Ava]] | + | |players = [[Eris]], [[Pax]] |
| − | |location = Albany, New York | + | |location = Industrial Docks Warehouse |
| − | |spheres = Legio Umbris | + | |spheres = Wyrm BSD |
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| − | What a random assortment of people! Most of whom don't seem to know each other beyond the simple instructions of 'Doing a job for Pax'. It's a fun time. After a lengthy airplane trip to New York, hotel rooms were acquired for each person in the group, and everyone was allowed a bit of down time to rest. Pax didn't come, he had some business to attend to, so that just leaves the assembled! | + | Eris had come to pick Pax up, it's time to do that little actiity she'd discussed with him the night Kurt had met Mirai. She picks him up at his place and then dries him out into the industrial docks area. She's dressed simply today, jeans and a soft worn Tshirt with a goonies logo on the chest. |
| − | Helen has, apparently, been in charge of expenses for this trip. Or at least, the included expenses. Travel, lodging, food if anyone needs it. Pax seems to have set her up with some funds for that. That being said, the job is simple: In Albany there are three rare, esoteric books. They're all the same copy of the same text, all with additional notes by the author, and they're all being held by members of that author's former Cult. The Cult, Pax has informed, is named the 'Cult of the Weeping Eye'. Not much is known otherwise, however he did include a list of targets, and instructions. They read as follows, in the order they're supposedly supposed to be retrieved: | + | They arrive at an area which seems mostly abandoned, especially this late at night. The choice of the darkened area, abandoned and industrial is all on purpose. Once there she grabs a duffle bag out of the back and leads Pax into a mostly empty storage building. Long empty racks from floor to ceiling run the whole length of the massive corrigated steel and glass building. The locks are nothing compared to the Ragabash's ability to get into places she's not supposed to be, a little gift and they are inside the private building. |
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| − | Ellend McNab - 1702 Hudson Avenue. | + | Eris moves to the center of the building and starts to put out grain sugar, potatos au gratin, and rotting rather foul smelling bits of meat and bone. This she sets close to and around a small braiser. She sets her ritual area up quietly. |
| − | Book is locked in a case in the library. Obtain the book, and leave.
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| − | Sarah Alswell - 702 Daytona Avenue. | + | Pax was, and is, highly excited to get to witness the ritual. He'd probably told her so three or four times already. He's dressed like he usually is, which is to say like some random grungy youth off the street. He follows her in, a broan grin on his face as he watches her setting it up. He's been quiet too, mostly, at least. |
| − | Unable to locate the book. Small home. Obtain it, and leave. Disposable if necessary, seemed estranged.
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| − | Lee Fillmore - Alexa Lane. | + | The area inside the building couldn't be described as clean, nor could it exactly be described as filthy. This place is clearly used somewhat often, however it's not used quite as much as some of the warehouses closer to the industrial plants. It's likely temporary storage for things leaving the industrial park. There's no refuse, however dirt, gravel, and various bits of grit dot the floors. The dumpster just outside hasn't been emptied just yet this week, and so is likely full of what Eris seeks. |
| − | Book is being held in the basement, with a large library. Home is outside the city. Dispose of this one if necessary, and ship all of the books back from the library. ALL of them. (Please)
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| | + | Eris looks around and makes sure there aren't any Cameras. She's preiously scouted this place and made sure it would suit all her needs, and after ticking off all the boxes arranged to come here. Another quick sweep and confident she and Pax are 'alone' the Spiral exhales with a bit of reverb off her lips. She puts her hands on her hips and looks to Pax. "You need to be close to an exit. Somewhere you can escape if you need too. Believe it or not the Weavers minions can be fairly unpredictable, even the ...wyrmier ones." |
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| − | And that's where we find everyone, after dark, holed up in a hotel room with a map and instructions laid out on the sizeable table therein. Seems he's designated a suite for Helen, specifically for planning this shit. Each of the three people have their own picture, as well as papers detailing their address, an image of the house, where the book is thought to be held, and everything else Pax was able to dig up on them. Which isn't much outside of the mundane stuff, to be honest. No one was really put in charge, outside of some private instructions perhaps, so he seems confident everyone can figure out how to pick all of these books up before their flight leaves the next morning. | + | Pax probably was too close, and simply nods as Eris tells him to go towards the door. "Right, right... Scary spirits." he murmurs, grinning as he walks in that direction. From the laptop bag around his waist he tugs out a creepy ass mask, which he slides into his face. (https://coh.spork.com/images/2/2c/PaxMask.jpg) "I have a theory that they'll be less hostile the less human I look." he explains as he watches her setting up her ritual. He's staying near the door, with an easy line of sight outside. |
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| − | Where are Wes' smokes why they are safely tucked in to the band of Aubrey's hat and there they remain. It is not her fault he can't remember where he left his things. Instead she just looks at the other people gathered and waits for the shoe to drop there are always shoes in adventures like this. | + | This place does have everything she was looking for, the only thing left is to go about the process correctly, as the Kilakac'n demand certain tributes and processes. No matter how off they are, they're still somewhat related to the Weaver, even if the Wyld and Wyrm influence is definitely there. |
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| + | Eris turns off her Monkey Puzzle and where the petite blonde had once stood now the oddly sleek white furred spiral stands. Her pale feline eyes turn towards the direction Pax went and she chuffs softly at him in agreement. The pale wolf moves to her bag and pulls out a lovely shimmering brown, similar to the shine on a cockroach's carapach, it is nail polish from Eris' own Beauty line, a tribute to Carver and one unsurpringly called 'Roach'. She steps away from the food left in the darkened warehouse, not far from the dumpster where she'd found the little colony. While she waits for the insects to gather she goes around to specific spots and paints the glyphs for the Spirit brood, the Weaver, and Cockroach with elegant ease, perfect and crisp and glittering in the very low light cast from the slatted windows on the top of the warehouse walls. |
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| − | Wes sighs as he fails his perception check and doesn't notice his smokes safely tucked up in Aubrey's hat. "Fuck it," he mutters. "Gonna go flatline anyway." He makes his way to lie down on one of the couches. Is he narcoleptic? Whatever he is, a few deep breaths inhaled/exhaled and then BAM, he goes dead/flatline. Or close enough to it for the casual observer. To those with deadsight? He rises up off the couch in ghost-form, leaving his meat suit behind.
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| − | It's a sizeable hotel suite. Not the penthouse, exactly, but just beneath that. Almost on the top floor, a large area has been converted to accomodate what must be some pretty epic parties. There's a balcony overlooking Albany here, a sizeable king sized bed resting in the middle of the room, and a kitchen suite attached to the side. The bathroom is large, with a large water jet bath and a double vanity. Clearly, Pax paid quite a bit for this place. A large TV is on the wall, the color scheme of the room is a cream white, and a large table takes up the spot between the bed and the TV. Clearly, it doesn't come standard, but the hotel seemed willing to make accomodations. The mini fridge isn't free, though. | + | The Kin goes silent, watching and keeping out of the way as she goes about her ritual setup. The food sits for a little while, the occasional ant or cockroach scurrying by and being attracted by it. As with most insects, the 'discovery' has to be made, and given time they begin to congregate around and atop the food she'd left on the concrete floor there. Mostly cockroaches, however a few ants have made their way to the bait, although they typically don't last very long. The cockroaches seems somewhat possessive of their meal, it seems, and the ants get driven away with time. |
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| − | Ava is here sitting on the bed cleaning a handgun which is currently in piece on towel in front of her... "Jesus!" She exclaims and she points the half assembled gun (little more than a trigger stock) at Wesley's ghost. Ava is seemingly able to track him around the room and her Spirit Sight grants a very accurate path for the gun. "You wanna warn a room before you pull some poltergiest shit like that..." And she's back to cleaning her gun and sending furitive glances at the rest of her 'team.' | + | DevilDolly makes sure each glyph is perfect, immaculate with determined precision. Unlike some Garou she has always been taught by her military Aunts and Mother to know your enemy. To know their tactics and where and when necessary to use them against them. It shows here, especially in her ritual, leaving nothing to chance. She is careful not to disturb the Roaches but pays no heed to the ants that might get in her way. They aren't her concern after all. |
| | + | After she finishes the glyphs leaving them to dry Eris, obsessed with nail care today it seems, draws a file from her pack and starts sharpening her nails while she waits patiently. Really? What kind of ritual /is/ this? |
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| − | <WRAITH> Wes, now in projected spectral form, smirks in Ava's direction, "I said I was flatlining, didn't I?" He then looks around the room, "Everyone who can hear/see me, raise your hand, will ya? If not everyone can, I'll slip across slightly to make comms easier."
| + | It's a strange one, clearly. Cockroaches aren't exactly known for being the most /normal/ of spirits to deal with, and their interests are decidedly strange. Pax just leans there, watching quietly, if somewhat boredly. The cockroaches eventually get all the ant saway from their food, and the feast is on. At first it's just the larger ones, but eventually the stream adds the smaller ones to it from the dumpster. A half an hour passes with nothing but the sounds of Eris sharpening her nails and the scurrying of roaches, but eventually Pax jerks his head towards the dumpster, then looks back to Eris and nods. Look, he's useful! She must've roused something with her 'ritual' |
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| − | "Sorrysorrysorry! Uhm---" Estrella looks up from her spot on the floor, eyes wide but immediately softening as she, quite thankfully, finds Ava's gun pointed, well, *not* at her. "Oh... Not me. Okay." She's been there the whole time, but quiet and contained as she's been, its been perhaps unnervingly easy to pass her off as 'that weird girl in the corner,' but not any longer. She does her best to figure out what Ava's pointing that thing at, but simply turns back to rifling through her backpack idly, making sure everything she needs is present. | + | Eris is doing her best, she really is. And so with the glance from the Kin the garou steps foreward and starts speaking in the Spirit tongue evoking the ritual of calling the spirit forth. She is very careful about the ritual taking her time with it. A lot of time with it, in fact it's nearly a two hour orration in which she might say maybe a thing or two wrong but at least she's trying. |
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| − | Aubrey waves a hand middle finger extended to Wes before lowering to pull out his cigarettes and light one for herself. The pack is then tucked away again as she enhales and offers the man on the otherside a smiles. The gun cleaning holds her attention for the most part and seems to leave her with a wistful smile. "I'm Aubrey." she says simply just in case Wes didn't bother to tell them about her. | + | It takes a while, and she certainly took her time. She was even doing well until a few mispronunciations near the end of her oration. As she beseeches the spirit to appear, various other, smaller cockroach spirits begins to dig their way out from the garbage. Unless she's looking across, she won't notice the Gafflings poising themselves nearby in the Umbra, the spirit she seeks taking at least mild offense to her misstep, and arranging its children appropriately, just in case. Slightly irate, the Kilakac'n is in no hurry to reveal itself until its children are in place. Only then does a large, chromatic cockroach materialize before her, poison on the opposite side of the food she'd brought. Its antennae flick, but it does not speak, just stares with its thousands of beady eyes. |
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| − | Ava doesn't raise her hand she just puts her gun parts back together with a moody clip and a snap so she can raise the barrel of the gun and eyeball Wesley. | + | Eris takes a moment to orient herself. The pale garou creathes in before speaking with careful respect, not an outword hint of emotion in the pale beasts bearing. <<Thank you for hearing and responding to my summons, proliferant Kilakac'n.>> Eris speaks clearly and confidently. She makes no move towards the chrome creature nor any gestures towards it's brood on either side of the veil. <<I have come to request of you knowledge that woul help me find.. Balance." |
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| − | Estrella's panic gets a double look and then she explains, "Apparently, flatlining means he's going ghost on his body..." She nods to Estrella, "The gun on the coach is astral projecting or something, his spirit is outside his body and he wants to know if anyone else can see him." | + | The Kilakac'n stares back in response, its mannerisms somewhat alien in nature, even compared to a normal one of its kind on the material side. It doesn't respond immediately, instead it scurries forward tentatively, and crouches down towards the offered food. There's a disgusting sort of clicking and gnashing, the giant cockroach taking a chunk from the prepared meal as its antennae shift atop its head. <<Join me, seeker, in my meal.>> it demands, apparently expecting her to eat from the same plate as it devours its own part. Hopefulyl she has a strong stomach. |
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| − | Ava notes Aubrey's reaction and then while the other of figuring that out she gets up to retrieve a Hello Kitty duffle bag from the batheroom. Ava brings her bag back to the bed and opens it to expose various automatic rifles, hand guns, grenades, flash bombs, tazers... all the things. She also pulls out a purple towel and drapes it over neck with a little laugh, saying to the room, "Ninth floor, guns, explosives and house wares." | + | It's seemingly without hesitation that Eris moves foreward, flowing from standing upright down to all fours and moving with stealthy grace. In that she is lucky, that she is a subtle stealthy creature. She understands the sense of community and brood and in this she is very, very careful in picking her way closer to the offered food. It is -mostly- fresh although roach eaten and ugh..garbagey. But ensuring each pad of her paw doesn't come down on any unsuspecting roach she pushes her nose in and starts to eat. She knows, at least, that she put this down and where it came from. She pushes her instincts and her stomach down to honor the cockroach. <<Thank you for sharing this offering. May I offer spiritual essence in return as a gift.>> No, she's not above a bribe.. |
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| − | Helen is ready to burglar the fuck out of some things as she is dressed for a smash and grab. "Who are the best drivers?", she asks while dropping a couple set of van keys in a crystal ash tray. "It appears that we have three houses to rob. I do not know how many books Lee Fillmore has. So we might need all three vans for his house. We could all ride in one van. But if things get bad everyone would be stuck together. I don't know how you guys want to do this. Smash and grab or try to be sneaky?", Helen states while pushing some maps on the tables so people could get an aerial view of the destinations. She really doesn't address anyone specifically as she looks upon the various members. - She couldn't see ghosts as Wesley did his thing. "Perhaps we leave one van at each house to pre-stage and as we go to each destination. That way we have a backup in case things go wrong. I can't drive a car - legally.", Helen explains while looking to the others. She wears a nametape that says, 'Hel' on it.
| + | There's a soft noise by the door from the masked Kin, like he's about to gag, but he manages to hold it in and keep it quiet enough that he doesn't disturb the spirit. Meanwhile, the chomatic cockroach eats, devouring exactly half of the leftover food, expecting her to eat the other half it seems. It doesn't help that there are still cockroaches on the food, as they didn't scatter when the two approached. The Kilakac'n makes sure to eat around them... <<We share our sustenance.>> it responds, as if this is a lesson those of the material world don't quite understand. <<You may.>> it responds then, scurrying back slightly from the empty plate as it watches her with those beady eyes, ensuring she finishes her half of the meal. |
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| − | The images spread across the table have been lined up in order. The first one, Ellend McNab, has a picture of an older, balding man. The home in question is unmistakeably old, and wouldn't be out of place in some sort of horror movie. An old wrought iron fence, the home itself is done in a wood and plaster style popular years ago for being 'rustic'. It has large windows, a sizeable yard (For Albany), and a gray BMW parked on the street outside. The second, Sarah Alswell, appears to be one of those mass produced upper lower and lower middle class houses built some years ago. Likely three or four bedroom, a built-in carport, and two doors on the front with supposedly one in the back. The image is of a middle-aged black-haired woman. The last is simply an image of the front of a drive labeled 'Alexa Lane', however there's a large, locked gate blocking the drive, and a roughly twelve foot tall wall that seems to disappear into a fairly thick treeline. The house isn't even visible from the image, and the image of the person in question is simply that of an old man, blurred, and hard to make out. | + | DevilDolly does, in fact, carefull finish. Every. Last. *Urk*. Bite. Except for where the other Cockroaches are feeding and a small apple that she uses as a focus for the gnosis. No extra protien needed today thank you. She rolls back, carefully, into a crouch so that she can focus and draw forth the gnosis into the apple which is offered respectfully to the Kilakac'n. |
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| − | The phantasm formerly known as Wes-Alive grumbles and then wills himself across the Shroud. He'll vanish from deadsight, manifesting on THIS side as a flat two dimensional shadow, vaguely humanoid in outline. But at least this way? He can be heard and seen by everybody. If they're paying attention. "Fine, fine, fine. Better?" His voice is hollow, echo-y, otherworldly. Tres unwholesome. But at least now he can be heard. (And work his mojo on this side of things!) "No splitting the party." A grumble. "Ain't you seen horror flicks?"
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| − | Estrella blinks up at Ava. The words take a moment to register, but she flashes a bright smile and sticks her hand into her pack to produce a silver handmirror with a deep patina. "Oh! Thanks... Alright, just..." She purses her lips and gazes into the mirror. In a moment, she gasps and her eyes flutter back into her skull. Her eyes narrow as peers into the room. Another flash of a smile crosses her lips. She waves at Wesley's projection with her mirror and then pouts as he materializes anyway. No matter! "Yeah, that's better I guess." She turns to Helen, "Oh I--- Hi by the way!-- I can drive, but not very well. Sneaky I'm good at I guess, as ironic as that might seem," She raises her fingers and flutters them back and forth, hand cloaked in a pulse of green flame. "Smashing is... noisy." | + | Those beady eyes watch her finish, carefully judging her as she does so. The spirit watches as she infuses that Gnosis into the apple, and upon her offering it, it scurries forward to take it between its mandibles, leaving a trail of goo from her claw as it devours the thing. Ever seen a closeup of cockroach mandibles eating something? The gafflings scurry away, the spirit 'seeming' more friendly in general as it finally forgives her misstep in the summoning process. <<Why do you seek this Balance, Seeker?>> it asks her, an odd sort of loaded question, surely. |
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| − | Aubrey looks at the pictures and lingers on the last set the ones of the gate and old man. She has her traveling bag with her but no obvious weapons. She offers the shadow man the lit cigarette before asking, "Am I suppose to go with or just sit around watching your meat suit, Wes?" | + | <<To aid me in fufilling my purpose.>> Lying to Spirits is, in general, pointless. Eris has come to understand this as they are often less directed by their emotions as they are their deligations in life. It is far more effcient to take it on directly and be thankful she has a limited audience. <<And to help me protect those who are under my care.>> Afer the roach has taken it's offering that's when she drops her clawed hand to rest on the floor again lightly, grinding her nails sharper against the concrete. |
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| − | "Part of me is considering staying in the hotel room and investigating the inside of the tub with a bottle of bubbly and maybe a cheeseburger..." Ava gesture back toward the bathroom as she starts to apply guns to her person in various places. A hidden ankle holster, one inside her jacket, the strap of an automatic rifles goes right over head... she just keeps adding gun. "I can watch the meat suit." | + | The grinding of her nails against the floor causes the chittering to increase from the creature, its antennae flicking about as it turns and scurries away into the nearby darkness, its form shifting to completely dissappear into the shadows of the warehouse, escaping even Pax's speech. It speaks, however, just as she might think it's simply turned and walked away with its tribute. <<My children in habited this place>> it begins, the voice coming from her general surroundings, but no one place in particular. <<But the humans removed them, and we were bound to the bin outside. Spread our filth here, destroy their machinations so that we may re-inhabit it, and I will give you what you seek.>> |
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| − | Wes-Shadow grumbles as Aubrey teases him with the cigarette. "Eh, dealer's choice." A pause. "I can get into places, obvs." Pause. "And can help smash in a pinch." Pause. "But we're effectively down a body when I'm like this." Down a body. Did he just deadpan a funny? Too bad the shadow's voice is at loud whisper volume and not everybody may have caught it.
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| − | Helen looks to Aubrey and Wes. "Aye, no splitting up says the spooky voice. Don't do that shit in public.", as Helen picks up the landline phone and walks the hell away from Estrella so the thing just might work. "Act normal for a second y'all.", Helen speaks while covering up the receiver with her hand. "Hello, room service? Yes, I was wondering if you had a wheel chair. My grandpa forgot his at the airport. - Oh, you do. They can deliver one? - Excellent. Thank you.", Helen says finishing the call. As they would soon have a wheelchair to push his body around. Taking off her large sunglasses she puts them on Wesley's face so no one could see him as he was. "He can go with us and fit in a van now."
| + | <<It will be done.>> She agrees, already going through plans in her head on how to work such a thing out while maintaining bat's ban. But.. a plan is quick to form. Thankfully the area they're in is a particularly quiet and slightly rundown area anyway. She just has to tash it, track down who owns it, 'buy' it and make it absolutely disgusting in the process. <<I will make haste.>> She stands, carefully, shrinking to her human form as she picks her way along avoiding any damage to lingering roaches. "Let's go, we've got work to do." She tells Pax and mutters half udner her breath, "After a quick stop at your palce so I can purge." |
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| − | Wes-Shadow eyes Hel. Not that it'd be obvious. 'caus elike. No eyes! But. The the spectral voice: "Th' fuck." Pause. "Weekend at Bernies meets Doom Patrol."
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| − | Estrella stiffens, lips pursing tightly, and nods slowly as Helen issues that directive. Normal is hard. Better to just shut up. She exhales as the call ends and starts breathing again, "Ah... okay. Well if that's taken care of, I guess we should..." She glances around the room, "Ah god... I'm gonna die..." Its a mutter under her breath, face turned again to the contents of her pack. "Alright, so... if we're ready, I suggest we start with..." She rises to her knees and smooths out her skirts before reaching out to take stock of the information provided on their targets. "Wait... uhhhm!" She points excitedly to the blurred image that, one would assume, is the target on Alexa Lane. "That's not... I don't think that's just a glitch, ya'll. Anyone else seen anything like this before?" | + | "Thank God." Pax mutters softly beneath his mask, turning with Eris as she goes about exiting the warehouse. The warehouse itself isn't going to be expensive, however the land is a bit pricey. Being that it's not exactly in use /too/ much, it won't cost nearly as much as a functional warehouse, but it's not exactly cheap either. That ebing said, there's nothing stopping her from making it profitable and clearing them out when the deal is done... It'll likely take a day or so, but the owner will be happy to sell their unprofitable investment. |
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| − | It's only a few minutes before there's a knock at the door, they're in a suite after all, and someone from room service seems to have dropped off a wheelchair and left. They didn't even intrude, allowing the occupants to retrieve the thing at their leisure. It's a newer model, so Wes' body might not be completely uncomfortable when it's just limp in that thing. | + | Eris sweetens the deal to help the sale along and sends the poor owner on his greedy way. To make sure that the warehosue is left alone and settled as 'legit', Eris buys bulk, several small delivery vans of starcy thick breads, sugary sweets and treats, sticky sodas and salty chips. Then happily goes through and makes sure every sinkle package is open and just waiting to be invaded by the Chromatic Cockroaches earthly brood. Shipments of cooler packed meats find their way packed into the lower cooler areas, holes poked into the bottom and the ice left to melt making it dank and dark. Bags upon bags of sugar stacked high in the corners, and convienently left open to allow for the grainular treat to simply be swept away by an army of feet. She ensures the area is quickly cornered off as 'private'. Books, mouldering and even buckets of water left out to help ensure that the roaches do not become parched. |
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| − | Aubrey rummages in her pack and pulls out what looks like a bowie knife then tucks it in to a sheath in her right boot. The pack is then put on her back and cinched in to place. A look is given the the blurred image in the picture but nothing is said. Once the chair has been left Aubrey goes to pick up Wes' body to deposit in the wheelchair. | + | This likely takes at least a few days, however Eris' attention to detail ensures the food spoils as soon as possible and provides a haven for the creatures. Pax elects to stand just outside the door when they come back, peering in through his mask where the smell only wafts, but doesn't seep into his clothing. Eris likely won't be so lucky. After a few days of baking in the sun, they'd find the warehouse a hotbox of horrid smells and hordes of cockroaches and rats. The decay can be felt wafting in the air in waves, similar to heat from a blacktop, and the area seems to have been overtaken rather quickly with the assistance. |
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| − | Wes-Shadow slides on over across the floor towards Estrella, like a Symbiote looking for a host. CREEPY! (watching it move, disconnected shadows and such!) "Who're these guys again?" Pause. "The Pink Eye Gang or some such?" He'd turn his nonexistent eyes onto Estrella's. DId she catch magical pink eye?!
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| − | After placing the sunglasses on Wes's face, Helen heads to the door to fetch the recently delivered wheelchair; pushing it to Wesley's body to load him up. "Would you mind escorting him?", Helen asks Aubrey. Picking up a pair of van keys she looks to the various drivers. Estrella would likely blow up the engine. Wesley can't drive. It would either be Ava with her guns or Aubrey pushing the chair. "Should I just drive?", clutching the keys in her hand while offering it to any. "We only have a night to do this. Let the lord be with us."
| + | And just as quickly, Eris had made sure that the warehouse was condemned and unlikely to be bothered for at least a year if not more. Shuffled into the wrong hands and red tape. Eris arrives after giving the warehouse time to become a food orgy for the roaches. She smiles at Pax a bit and her brows bob and she closes her eyes before heading through the securely locked door. Alone this time in the humid stank of her newly aquired warehouse - and far too much money for her liking - the Ragabash enters with her ritual bag in tow. She adds fresh offerings this time and ensures that some of it does contain Gnosis to draw the spirit out and hopefully in a good mood again. |
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| − | Parking the van somewhat illegally, Helen turns around to the crew. "Aye, so this fuck just sleeps the entire mission and he get's paid the same amount?", she asks curiously about Wesley as she idles the engine. "This shit ain't fair.", smacking the body on the chest as she tries to peer out the van windows at the house. "People avoid this place on purpose. It looks very dead. Anyone want to tackle house. Instructions say the book is in a library. Fetch it and leave. What floor is the library?", Hel asks seeing if one of the brains new.
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| − | As Ava turns on her extrasensory perceptions, her mind is teleported across the fence and into the house itself, revealing a fairly opulent setting. Everything is hazy, and details are hard to make out for the woman, but she can tell there are two floors. After a strained search, the weight of some form of magic pressing against her mind to try and psuh her out of the property, she's able to determine that the bottom floor appears to be most entertaining and living spaces. The kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the formal dining room, the walk in pantry... There's a sizeable yard out back as well, but none of that contains the target.
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| − | Ava's eyes snap open sharply and she speaks quickly, "Something.. someONE... was trying to keep me out but I got a general idea..." She dips a hand into her pocket and pulls out a sharpie. Without missing a beat she reaches over to grab Wes' torso. She pulls him waaay far forward to expose his back.
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| − | Helen listens to them and looks both ways before opening her driver's side door and hopping out of the van and landing in the street. "Can you try and sneak around the back and get to the second floor by climbing through a window? I'll try and buy you some time." She lights up a cigarette and begins walking across the street as Helen tries to find the best angle to approach. Walking up to the house the girl knocks on the door and rings the doorbell. She doesn't look back at the van as she continues knocking on the door. Causing a distraction and seeing if anyone was home. "Hey-o. Hello?", thumping louder on the front door to the building.
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| − | Aubrey watches the drawing session and gives a thumbs up. She yawns and idly licks at a fang as she looks at the comatose body of Wesley. "Dear god tell me you drew on him in permanant marker." is said to Ava. Since Helen did not respond she tucks her own unlit cigarette behind her ear and settles back to read while they go rob the place.
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| − | Aubrey looks up from her book and glances around before returning to the soft core porn Harlequin is renown for. She has cracked a window to let out the smoke and tap her ashes on to the gorund. She is at least a civilized rv guest. "I really should have charged you by the hour Wesley."
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| − | The inside of the house is opulent, in the way Harry Potter houses are opulent. Highbacked chairs, long rugs in the entry hall, a fireplace in the sitting room, everything! The house itself is eerily quiet, with no lights emanating from anywhere, except for the key pad attached to the wall next to the door that has the word <ARMED> flashing across it in big, blocky green letters. The doors all appear to be locked, as are the windows, and presumably, Wes' discovers, connected to a security system of some sort. The window Helen finds looks into a fairly large library, the door to the room itself closed, and sitting against the back wall furthest from the windows is a glass case with a single, old looking book sitting in it.
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| − | "I see the book.", Helen says whispering down to Ava and Ella while giving a mild thumbs up to them. Meanwwhile cursing Pax beneath her breath. The cigarette slowly smoked as she looked from her perch by the windowsill.
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| − | Estrella looks up just in time to see that display case hurtling towards the ground. She reflexively raises her arms above her head shield her, her aura flicker with a pulse of green flames, and trembles for a moment before collecting herself and remembering her breath. "Huh.." She purses her lips. "Magic glass but... otherwise it looks clean. Let's get the fuck out of here maybe?" And with that, she swings her backpack up back onto her shoulders and starts making her way around the house back towards the van.
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| − | The woman behind the door narrows her eyes and jumps back at the sudden crowbar going through the door. It's intimidating, sure, but she's kinda a bit cornered. When Helen breaks the door open and tries to grab her, she whips around a fucking katana! The blade is unfortunately turned sideways, and so simply pushes Helen back, but as soon as Helen's assault has been pushed back the woman yells in fury as the blade suddenly wreathes itself in flames, igniting with a gout of fire as she seems to prepare herself for another attack.
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| − | Meanwhile! It's not too hard to sneak around the back of the house for Aubrey and Estrella. It's late, and thankfully that yell doesn't seem to have woken up the neighborhood, but this one is a bit more active than the last, even at this hour. The window leading to the bedroom in question is easy enough to find, as the house doesn't seem to have any sort of defenses, other than the insane sword-wielding lady at the front door.
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| − | Aubrey takes a step back and hurls herself through the window in the general direction of the bed. Hopefully the person in the bed is a deep sleeper...not.
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| − | Estrella whistles internally as she watches Aubrey careen through the window, then uses the hem of her skirt to brush away broken glass and hoists herself in.
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| − | Everybody was kung-fu fighting! Or at least, they were in the living room. Sarah goes in to strike Helen with her flaming sword, only to have the woman parry and attempt to knock the blade from her hand. She's flung wide for a moment, but manages to keep her grip. This momentary distraction allows Wes' spooky magic to affect her, causing the woman to become slightly disoriented. No blood drawn just yet, however!
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| − | Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Aubrey flies through the window. There's a man on the bed, wearing only a pair of boxers and a slightly soiled white wifebeater, who doesn't move much on the sudden entry. Instead, he turns his gaze over to the women, then shifts it to Estrella, and breathes out a deep 'Holy shit, dude...' He seems... Out of it. Considerably.
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| − | Helen says, “Book... now... or... die...”
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| − | Sarah says, "Fuck you, bitch!"
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| − | Aubrey catched the man's eyes, "Your having a bad trip the only safe thing to do is pull the covers over your head and stay still."
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| − | When the woman flings her sword into the wall or where ever it went, Helen just starts cackling with laughter almost like a hyena as she drops her crowbar to the ground in the hysterical fit during combat.
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| − | The fight continues! Sarah goes to swing her sword, but Wes' illusion fuckery manages to make her miss Helen entirely. Without that, it may have went into her head... Regardless! The sword goes flying, the flames leaving it as soon as it leaves her hand. Realizing /something/ is off, Sarah shakes her head and slaps herself, then roars in anger as she charges Helen. Looks like it's about to get a bit gritty!
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| − | Meanwhile, in the bedroom, the man in the bed stares back at Aubrey and ends up moaning a little. "Oh no, man! I don't wanna bad trip, fuck!" He does as he's told, and turns to cover his head up with the blanket, turning his back to the pair and trying to go to sleep. Estrella, on the other hand, realizes that such a thing wouldn't just be in a drawer somewhere. No, no. It'd be somewhere safer... Like between the matresses.
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| − | Estrella straightens herself up after climbing in the window, glances around the room, and immediately walks over to the bed. She squats down and slinks an arm between the mattresses with a grunt, "Yeah... what she said." She gestures to Aubrey with her head and pulls the thing out to admire it, then heads back to the window to hop out.
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| − | It's still a fight guys! Helen goes in to punch the shit out of Sarah, but Sarah rolls with that punch like a champ! It doesn't seem to do much to the woman, but just as soon as she's about to go in to return fire on the Amish girl, Aubrey catches her from behind. The woman grunts in confusion, then screams as fangs sink into her throat and Aubrey begins to feed! Wes approaches, manifesting his sword, however the subject isn't in a spot to fight at the moment. Estrella, for all her efforts, has a fairly peaceful walk around the side of the house. It's a nice night, y'know?
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| − | <Joke>Somewhere in Prospect, Pax has a doll of everyone here, and keeps poking them with needles...<Joke>
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| − | It's an unusually long fight. Sarah has a /lot/ of life in her, and even with the Vampire grappling and draining her blood, the guy with the sword trying to kill her, and the woman with a crow bar beating on her, it takes an aunnatural amount of time for her to finally go down. Clearly, in a one on one fight, this woman is fucking ridiculous. Perhaps that's why, instead of killing her, the group simply knocks her the fuck out and leaves her unconscious on the floor. She's tired, and instead of waking from that, she ends up falling asleep right there. What a lady, let's give her a round of applause.
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| − | Back in the van, Estrella has retrieved the book, and as everyone else gets in and begins to drive off, they amy or may not want to talk about whatever the fuck just happened.
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| − | Wes grumbles. "What the fuck just happened." Gone is Mr. Wiseguy. Here is Mr. Grumpypants.
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| − | Aubrey flops in her seat and pulls out dental floss for those hard to reach places between her teeth. Once floosed it's time for gum to get the stench of blood off her breath.
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| − | Helen wipes some sweat from the brow as she pants and leans against a wall for a second just to breath. What a fight. As the teenager just takes time to breathe. "Be right back.", she says while then jogging off to the van and hopping inside. Looking over her shoulder, Helen backs the van all the way up to the door so they could easily kidnap Sarah. "Check her for a wallet. ID, money. Anything. Take her sword and use the duct tape in the duffle backs to tie her up.", Helen asks politely while her hands still shook with adrenaline. "Make it fast. Cops could be coming."
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| − | Aubrey hops out of the van and goes to get Sarah and her sword. Tossing the woman over one shoulder and then grabbing the sword. She is quick about it and has apparently kidnapped people before.
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| Cockroach Corner
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| Eris Obtains a Gift
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| IC Date
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Saturday, September 11th, 2018
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| IC Time
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10:00 pm PDT.
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| Players
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Eris, Pax
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| Location
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Industrial Docks Warehouse
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| Spheres
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Wyrm BSD
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Eris had come to pick Pax up, it's time to do that little actiity she'd discussed with him the night Kurt had met Mirai. She picks him up at his place and then dries him out into the industrial docks area. She's dressed simply today, jeans and a soft worn Tshirt with a goonies logo on the chest.
They arrive at an area which seems mostly abandoned, especially this late at night. The choice of the darkened area, abandoned and industrial is all on purpose. Once there she grabs a duffle bag out of the back and leads Pax into a mostly empty storage building. Long empty racks from floor to ceiling run the whole length of the massive corrigated steel and glass building. The locks are nothing compared to the Ragabash's ability to get into places she's not supposed to be, a little gift and they are inside the private building.
Eris moves to the center of the building and starts to put out grain sugar, potatos au gratin, and rotting rather foul smelling bits of meat and bone. This she sets close to and around a small braiser. She sets her ritual area up quietly.
Pax was, and is, highly excited to get to witness the ritual. He'd probably told her so three or four times already. He's dressed like he usually is, which is to say like some random grungy youth off the street. He follows her in, a broan grin on his face as he watches her setting it up. He's been quiet too, mostly, at least.
The area inside the building couldn't be described as clean, nor could it exactly be described as filthy. This place is clearly used somewhat often, however it's not used quite as much as some of the warehouses closer to the industrial plants. It's likely temporary storage for things leaving the industrial park. There's no refuse, however dirt, gravel, and various bits of grit dot the floors. The dumpster just outside hasn't been emptied just yet this week, and so is likely full of what Eris seeks.
Eris looks around and makes sure there aren't any Cameras. She's preiously scouted this place and made sure it would suit all her needs, and after ticking off all the boxes arranged to come here. Another quick sweep and confident she and Pax are 'alone' the Spiral exhales with a bit of reverb off her lips. She puts her hands on her hips and looks to Pax. "You need to be close to an exit. Somewhere you can escape if you need too. Believe it or not the Weavers minions can be fairly unpredictable, even the ...wyrmier ones."
Pax probably was too close, and simply nods as Eris tells him to go towards the door. "Right, right... Scary spirits." he murmurs, grinning as he walks in that direction. From the laptop bag around his waist he tugs out a creepy ass mask, which he slides into his face. (https://coh.spork.com/images/2/2c/PaxMask.jpg) "I have a theory that they'll be less hostile the less human I look." he explains as he watches her setting up her ritual. He's staying near the door, with an easy line of sight outside.
This place does have everything she was looking for, the only thing left is to go about the process correctly, as the Kilakac'n demand certain tributes and processes. No matter how off they are, they're still somewhat related to the Weaver, even if the Wyld and Wyrm influence is definitely there.
Eris turns off her Monkey Puzzle and where the petite blonde had once stood now the oddly sleek white furred spiral stands. Her pale feline eyes turn towards the direction Pax went and she chuffs softly at him in agreement. The pale wolf moves to her bag and pulls out a lovely shimmering brown, similar to the shine on a cockroach's carapach, it is nail polish from Eris' own Beauty line, a tribute to Carver and one unsurpringly called 'Roach'. She steps away from the food left in the darkened warehouse, not far from the dumpster where she'd found the little colony. While she waits for the insects to gather she goes around to specific spots and paints the glyphs for the Spirit brood, the Weaver, and Cockroach with elegant ease, perfect and crisp and glittering in the very low light cast from the slatted windows on the top of the warehouse walls.
The Kin goes silent, watching and keeping out of the way as she goes about her ritual setup. The food sits for a little while, the occasional ant or cockroach scurrying by and being attracted by it. As with most insects, the 'discovery' has to be made, and given time they begin to congregate around and atop the food she'd left on the concrete floor there. Mostly cockroaches, however a few ants have made their way to the bait, although they typically don't last very long. The cockroaches seems somewhat possessive of their meal, it seems, and the ants get driven away with time.
DevilDolly makes sure each glyph is perfect, immaculate with determined precision. Unlike some Garou she has always been taught by her military Aunts and Mother to know your enemy. To know their tactics and where and when necessary to use them against them. It shows here, especially in her ritual, leaving nothing to chance. She is careful not to disturb the Roaches but pays no heed to the ants that might get in her way. They aren't her concern after all.
After she finishes the glyphs leaving them to dry Eris, obsessed with nail care today it seems, draws a file from her pack and starts sharpening her nails while she waits patiently. Really? What kind of ritual /is/ this?
It's a strange one, clearly. Cockroaches aren't exactly known for being the most /normal/ of spirits to deal with, and their interests are decidedly strange. Pax just leans there, watching quietly, if somewhat boredly. The cockroaches eventually get all the ant saway from their food, and the feast is on. At first it's just the larger ones, but eventually the stream adds the smaller ones to it from the dumpster. A half an hour passes with nothing but the sounds of Eris sharpening her nails and the scurrying of roaches, but eventually Pax jerks his head towards the dumpster, then looks back to Eris and nods. Look, he's useful! She must've roused something with her 'ritual'
Eris is doing her best, she really is. And so with the glance from the Kin the garou steps foreward and starts speaking in the Spirit tongue evoking the ritual of calling the spirit forth. She is very careful about the ritual taking her time with it. A lot of time with it, in fact it's nearly a two hour orration in which she might say maybe a thing or two wrong but at least she's trying.
It takes a while, and she certainly took her time. She was even doing well until a few mispronunciations near the end of her oration. As she beseeches the spirit to appear, various other, smaller cockroach spirits begins to dig their way out from the garbage. Unless she's looking across, she won't notice the Gafflings poising themselves nearby in the Umbra, the spirit she seeks taking at least mild offense to her misstep, and arranging its children appropriately, just in case. Slightly irate, the Kilakac'n is in no hurry to reveal itself until its children are in place. Only then does a large, chromatic cockroach materialize before her, poison on the opposite side of the food she'd brought. Its antennae flick, but it does not speak, just stares with its thousands of beady eyes.
Eris takes a moment to orient herself. The pale garou creathes in before speaking with careful respect, not an outword hint of emotion in the pale beasts bearing. <<Thank you for hearing and responding to my summons, proliferant Kilakac'n.>> Eris speaks clearly and confidently. She makes no move towards the chrome creature nor any gestures towards it's brood on either side of the veil. <<I have come to request of you knowledge that woul help me find.. Balance."
The Kilakac'n stares back in response, its mannerisms somewhat alien in nature, even compared to a normal one of its kind on the material side. It doesn't respond immediately, instead it scurries forward tentatively, and crouches down towards the offered food. There's a disgusting sort of clicking and gnashing, the giant cockroach taking a chunk from the prepared meal as its antennae shift atop its head. <<Join me, seeker, in my meal.>> it demands, apparently expecting her to eat from the same plate as it devours its own part. Hopefulyl she has a strong stomach.
It's seemingly without hesitation that Eris moves foreward, flowing from standing upright down to all fours and moving with stealthy grace. In that she is lucky, that she is a subtle stealthy creature. She understands the sense of community and brood and in this she is very, very careful in picking her way closer to the offered food. It is -mostly- fresh although roach eaten and ugh..garbagey. But ensuring each pad of her paw doesn't come down on any unsuspecting roach she pushes her nose in and starts to eat. She knows, at least, that she put this down and where it came from. She pushes her instincts and her stomach down to honor the cockroach. <<Thank you for sharing this offering. May I offer spiritual essence in return as a gift.>> No, she's not above a bribe..
There's a soft noise by the door from the masked Kin, like he's about to gag, but he manages to hold it in and keep it quiet enough that he doesn't disturb the spirit. Meanwhile, the chomatic cockroach eats, devouring exactly half of the leftover food, expecting her to eat the other half it seems. It doesn't help that there are still cockroaches on the food, as they didn't scatter when the two approached. The Kilakac'n makes sure to eat around them... <<We share our sustenance.>> it responds, as if this is a lesson those of the material world don't quite understand. <<You may.>> it responds then, scurrying back slightly from the empty plate as it watches her with those beady eyes, ensuring she finishes her half of the meal.
DevilDolly does, in fact, carefull finish. Every. Last. *Urk*. Bite. Except for where the other Cockroaches are feeding and a small apple that she uses as a focus for the gnosis. No extra protien needed today thank you. She rolls back, carefully, into a crouch so that she can focus and draw forth the gnosis into the apple which is offered respectfully to the Kilakac'n.
Those beady eyes watch her finish, carefully judging her as she does so. The spirit watches as she infuses that Gnosis into the apple, and upon her offering it, it scurries forward to take it between its mandibles, leaving a trail of goo from her claw as it devours the thing. Ever seen a closeup of cockroach mandibles eating something? The gafflings scurry away, the spirit 'seeming' more friendly in general as it finally forgives her misstep in the summoning process. <<Why do you seek this Balance, Seeker?>> it asks her, an odd sort of loaded question, surely.
<<To aid me in fufilling my purpose.>> Lying to Spirits is, in general, pointless. Eris has come to understand this as they are often less directed by their emotions as they are their deligations in life. It is far more effcient to take it on directly and be thankful she has a limited audience. <<And to help me protect those who are under my care.>> Afer the roach has taken it's offering that's when she drops her clawed hand to rest on the floor again lightly, grinding her nails sharper against the concrete.
The grinding of her nails against the floor causes the chittering to increase from the creature, its antennae flicking about as it turns and scurries away into the nearby darkness, its form shifting to completely dissappear into the shadows of the warehouse, escaping even Pax's speech. It speaks, however, just as she might think it's simply turned and walked away with its tribute. <<My children in habited this place>> it begins, the voice coming from her general surroundings, but no one place in particular. <<But the humans removed them, and we were bound to the bin outside. Spread our filth here, destroy their machinations so that we may re-inhabit it, and I will give you what you seek.>>
<<It will be done.>> She agrees, already going through plans in her head on how to work such a thing out while maintaining bat's ban. But.. a plan is quick to form. Thankfully the area they're in is a particularly quiet and slightly rundown area anyway. She just has to tash it, track down who owns it, 'buy' it and make it absolutely disgusting in the process. <> She stands, carefully, shrinking to her human form as she picks her way along avoiding any damage to lingering roaches. "Let's go, we've got work to do." She tells Pax and mutters half udner her breath, "After a quick stop at your palce so I can purge."
"Thank God." Pax mutters softly beneath his mask, turning with Eris as she goes about exiting the warehouse. The warehouse itself isn't going to be expensive, however the land is a bit pricey. Being that it's not exactly in use /too/ much, it won't cost nearly as much as a functional warehouse, but it's not exactly cheap either. That ebing said, there's nothing stopping her from making it profitable and clearing them out when the deal is done... It'll likely take a day or so, but the owner will be happy to sell their unprofitable investment.
Eris sweetens the deal to help the sale along and sends the poor owner on his greedy way. To make sure that the warehosue is left alone and settled as 'legit', Eris buys bulk, several small delivery vans of starcy thick breads, sugary sweets and treats, sticky sodas and salty chips. Then happily goes through and makes sure every sinkle package is open and just waiting to be invaded by the Chromatic Cockroaches earthly brood. Shipments of cooler packed meats find their way packed into the lower cooler areas, holes poked into the bottom and the ice left to melt making it dank and dark. Bags upon bags of sugar stacked high in the corners, and convienently left open to allow for the grainular treat to simply be swept away by an army of feet. She ensures the area is quickly cornered off as 'private'. Books, mouldering and even buckets of water left out to help ensure that the roaches do not become parched.
This likely takes at least a few days, however Eris' attention to detail ensures the food spoils as soon as possible and provides a haven for the creatures. Pax elects to stand just outside the door when they come back, peering in through his mask where the smell only wafts, but doesn't seep into his clothing. Eris likely won't be so lucky. After a few days of baking in the sun, they'd find the warehouse a hotbox of horrid smells and hordes of cockroaches and rats. The decay can be felt wafting in the air in waves, similar to heat from a blacktop, and the area seems to have been overtaken rather quickly with the assistance.
And just as quickly, Eris had made sure that the warehouse was condemned and unlikely to be bothered for at least a year if not more. Shuffled into the wrong hands and red tape. Eris arrives after giving the warehouse time to become a food orgy for the roaches. She smiles at Pax a bit and her brows bob and she closes her eyes before heading through the securely locked door. Alone this time in the humid stank of her newly aquired warehouse - and far too much money for her liking - the Ragabash enters with her ritual bag in tow. She adds fresh offerings this time and ensures that some of it does contain Gnosis to draw the spirit out and hopefully in a good mood again.
The Kin just blanches at her, but he knows he'd likely only vomit if he went in. It's a disgusting hotbox designed to promote the filth, and he's not into that. The hot, humid air will hit Eris as soon as she enters. It's a bit harder to breathe, the air filled with fumes from the food orgy and decay going on all around her. There's at least /some/ open space, near the center, but it's hell to get there. The ritual doesn't take quite as long this time, the Gauntlet here a bit lower due to the presence of a large number of spirits, as well as the disruption of the Weaver's machinations. Soon enough, the chomatic cockroach materializes again, coming from beneath a slid over pile of sugar. If a cockroach could look happy, this is it.
<<Fertile Kilakac'n, thank you for responding to me once again. I have come in hopes that these offerings in your name have brought your kin what they need to grow stronger.>> The Garou speaks again in that quiet emotionless tone. She dips her head in respect, <>
The Kilakac'n clicks as it approaches, a slow ticking soudning its approval as it approaches the offerings and chomps them up. <<You have done well, Seeker. And you are generous to us.>> it responds, the spirit taking its time with the gifts of Gnosis. <<You have given my brood its home. I will teach you what you wish to know.>> It skitters back for a moment, lowering itself to the ground as it starts to make some of the most disgusting heaving noises imaginable.
Eris attempts not to dread what -that- noise is all about. She puts a hand to her chest and inclines her head. <<Thank you for the knowledge of how to marry my many selves to become more efficient in my duties and utalize all of my being as a whole balanced being.>> She says respectfully to the weaver spirit.
The spirit continues its heaving, until eventually some of that Gnosis she'd given it is regurgitated into a sphere of slimy, slightly glowing essence. Its 'gift' given, the spirit stands back before it. <<Absorb this knowledge into your being, and this Gift will become a part of you>> it chitters out. She doesn't /have/ to eat it, but she can take that however she'd like to take it. <<We thank you for your generosity.>> it states, then turns and scurries back into the piles of decaying food to rejoin its bretheren.
Eris steps forward and reaches to take the essence returned to her by the Chromatic spirit. She holds it in her hand and decides to just give it a good old shove. Not into her mouth but to her chest. Ew. But she accepts it anyway, a little gross is tolerated enough to get the job done. To do right by the spirits. And she will, to, because despite the many things Eris is known for she has never backed out of a deal with a spirit nor risked it's wrath. She'll ensure new supplies show up every few weeks.
