2024.05.27:The Sticky Bandits

The Sticky Bandits.
The Tainted Garbage Man is found and dealt with.
IC Date	2024.05.26
IC Time	Daytime.
Players	JackMikeLibbySongPatrickKeeku
Location	An low income apartment complex outside of the city.
Prp/Tp	PRP - Tainted Beginnings
Spheres	Garou
Theme Song	https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0NCpe9O1RU

It's been a few days since Team Raccoon freed their local (but not really local) garbage dump from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Raccoons that infested it. The Nursery was able to slip back into their Kingdom of Trash once the imminent threat was gone. That being said, something brought the taint to the dump in the first place. Luckily, the team was able to find a clue within the single 'vruck' that appeared to be the only other object that was tainted at the dump. After a few jump scares, a truck route and a driver name was found. Like all good local (but not really local) garbage trucks, the truck route spans hundreds, if not thousands of miles of city, suburban, and rural communities. If the team looked, there haven't been any online articles of strange happenings along the route, so the only path to follow is currently the driver. At some point in the day, a single Raccoon spirit would pop out of seemingly nowhere, chitter to the various team-mates, and disappear back into the trashworks somewhere. The chittering, if I remember correctly, can be understood by just about everyone other than Mike. It is simple, <Bad man come and go again. You end?>.

Mike checks out his icky samples and makes a face. He's shifted back to homid, juuust in case. "Um, hey!" he blurts out to his brother. "We should check the driver's compartment. There might be a copy of the waybill, or maybe an address showing where he picked this yucky stuff up?"

Boots had kept his ears open, as the others were far better at intel gathering than the Ahroun. As word passes back to him that a raccoon was chatting up the group, he made his way to where they'd gathered. "Did we get more info, then? Or another situation?" Libby is ever thankful for Red's translation and so she shows up in her Rubicon wearing a yellow jacket... It's black. Libby is dressed rather severely as she steps out of the large jeep. She's in urban camo military grade pants with the ankles and knees bound to keep them from moving around too much. A long sleeved underarmor shirt is tucked into them making the lanky feral looking kin even more rangy. Her hair is back in a long braid. "We've got his route and pretty much all his information. I even grabbed some socks if someone wants to track him that way." She holds up the paperwork she'd taken from the office and holds up a duffle bag of oilfered things from the locker.

"Gonna git the muthuhfuckin BAD MAAAAAAAN!" Jack sings like the rockstar that he is. Which is to say super dramatically, and while he can totally carry a tune, he's probably not gonna be picking up any Grammy's any time soon. "Yeah, well, I mean if the truck is just sitting there again, then yeah totally." he tells his brother while finishing up some vague thing he's doing at whatever vague place we're at. Probably trying to figure out how to psychicly connect with Ziggy the frog in the Umbra and unleash his inner Jean Grey. It hasn't been going well. He tells Boots, "Another sitch at the dump we gotta check, yeah. If his second route's different from that first one, we can figure out where there's cross over and our list of suspect places drops from 'literally all of Prospect' and down to like an actually manageable number of places. Possibly cross referencing with Mike's findings, we can CSI it!" He's got faith in all of us!

The tests Mike had performed came back with the following information. The chemical compositions are mostly typical of those that would have been found inside a dump truck, except there's traces of ammonium nitrate and gasoline. Mike would probably know these can be combined to make a poor-man's bomb. Ammonium Nitrate can be found in most fertilizer, so it's hard to pinpoint where it might have been manufactured, but either way, it's not good. Keeku walks up to the group as they gather too and gives them all a nod. As they speak about what they have, Keeku asks, "Sounds like we have a few options maybe? Do we try to find the guy at the dump again or do we hit him where he lives? That's the info you were saying you had right Libby? Any other options?" The question hangs, what should we be doing?

Mike stands straight up as Libby shows off what she's found. "Oh! Um, great! Wow, you found a lot of really good stuff. You didn't have to kill another Wyrm-thing in the locker, did you?" he asks, with big round eyes. He spreads out a report (he probably had Jack print it out) to show what he's found. "Um, so we have the route, and what this stuff is. Is there a fertilizer plant or chemical manufacturer on your paperwork, Libby? Or a refinery or gas station?"

Libby chuckles, "No, Patrick just used his fists to open the locker. Let me have a look at his garbage route if someone wants to check out his address and see if he lives near one?" The Kin suggests as she pulls out her cellphone and starts searching the addresses along the route paperwork.

"Oooooh no, the first rule of real-life-D&D is you don't split the party!" Jack insists, although whether or not that's an actual rule in or out of real life is debatable. "You're mappin, whichever one's closer is the first stop, and then if we need to, we got next stop? I'm unsure if it's the garbage man, or just some dude on his route, just that we got a mad bomber what bombs at midnight probably, and his trash is super toxic. Like relationship with J-Lo toxic." He says. In the frog-van that we are totally in! He'll drive. He's the best!

Libby stares blankly at Jack for a moment, "I meant check out as in look up his address on google maps." She holds up her phone where she's clearly using satalight imagry to map the dudes route. You know.. save time. Let me grab my gear." Libby is still searching the addresses as she walks over to the Jeep. She pops open the back hatch and snags a medium sized duffle bag and a rifle-bag, slinging both over her shoulder and returning to get into the back of the van with her nose still to her phone. "Almost done I think."

The truck route is clearly a residential one. There must be other commercial dumps that would handle the manufacturing and industrial companies they come across. This truck in particular has a side loader for smaller cans compared to the ones that have the front loaders for the larger dumpsters. Maybe that will save the team from a proverbial dumpster fire (instead it'll be a can fire which isn't as bad?). Libby would note the route is long and is a 6 days a week sort of route. They would literally have hundreds of stops to investigate. The driver's address though is actually fairly close by (I mean, in the great grand scheme of things). The driver lives in a two-story apartment complex that is oddly next to an abandoned building that was probably industrial at one time by the looks of it. Once they get into the Frog van, Keeku grows quiet. If anyone looks at him, his face is green. Like, actual Frog green in the Frog van. He is holding down the contents of his stomach for now.

Mike is riding shotgun, like a proper little bro. "Oh, great! Wow, you're quick!" He checks out Libby's list and pulls up the info on his own phone, juuust in case someone dies, is kidnapped, or passes out from food coma thanks to too many gas station stops for snacks. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asks. "Um, we could road trip it for days: which would be great! Um, but the driver is closer. Maybe there first?"

The van that people pile in to, also, not an awesome van no matter what its owners say. Jack really wanted to paint Free Candy on the side but Mike wouldn't let him. Pretty much empty in the back except for some Frog Brothers packaging type stuff. It was cheap, it runs, and there's no shag carpeting, but still. And Jack will drive wherever he's told to, especially if by a GPS's dulcet tones.

Hopper hunkers down in the back, largely ignoring the banters between the two frog brothers. (or at least pretending too.) Despite his apparent relaxed state, he has been in enough vehicles to know to center his gravity and be ready to adjust to prevent being thrown around when the vehicle turns.

Libby flows with the various bumps, swerves, acceleration and deceleration. Clearly this is not her first or even second rodeo. She does this without looking up from her phone, using it to scout out the area before they get there.

It is a fine van. It is a great van. It's the driver that sucks. At least, that's what Keeku is thinking as the van bounces around, it's likely old, rusted shocks causing them to bounce more than usual. With one of those bounces, he throws up in his mouth. More than a little. He manages to swallow it back down, but that smell of acridness is now in the van with them all, just hanging in the air. Keeku even has a few tears rolling down his face now - cuz that sucks. "Sorry, but I think I need you to pull over until we get a puke bag. I'm /not/ good in cars." Poor dude. Libby though is able to actually LOOK DOWN while they are driving? Are you kidding me? Lucky.

Mike twitches in his seat, muttering to himself as he switches back and forth between Google Maps and dozens of pictures of plants, freshwater aquarium fish and teeeeny tiiiiny lil' frogs. There's a lot of heart-eyes emojis on those pics, wild! He's also secretly being productive: he's using the street view of Google Maps to scope out the outside of the driver's building.

Look man, there's a reason Jack's driver's license has been revoked! "Mmmmmmmaybe you should switch with Keeku." Jack tells Mike, eyeing Hurkin VonPukestein in the rearview mirror while trying to weigh their odds of arriving before Keeku cant take it and goes fire hose.

Hopper watches Keeku with no small amount of concern. He does slide around a bit, but you can almost see a smile on the wolf's face each time they go sliding around.

"Well at least we wont have to worry about sticking out." Liberty muses to herself even as Keeku declares that lunch is a lost cause. "You better get out so there's no backsplash." She insists with a nose wrinkle. "And even if we do the cops aren't likely to come all the way out here. So it looks like this big industrial building was a meat packing plant but over here, out of the way. This building over here was a fertalizer plant.." She says leaning in to collab with Mike over what she's found.

Mike surrenders shotgun and slides in the back with Libby and Hopper. He checks out what Libby's found and nods. "That really made things easy for him. Did you already check out the street view of his place?" he asks, showing his phone to the pair. The two-story building they're approaching is a u-shape, with parking out front and behind. The people in the area don't look friendly at all. "Um, it looks like he's on the second floor, in the middle section. Um, there's forty apartments, too."

Libby nods to Mike, "Yeah. I made sure there were places I can provide cover if needed. Just.. this is a bad neighborhood. So while the 5-0 aren't going to be quick to respond that doesn't mean the neighbors wont be." She looks to each face she can and then back to her phone.

Jack gets to the right zone, pulls into the complex's parking lot and tools at a low speed so he can follow whatever crappy sign shows the way to the right set of units. I mean it's a big U but I figure there's multiple entrances or something. Either way, guest parking! He might not get towed, but his van may end up on fire, so no reason to antagonize anyone by stealing their parking spot.

Keeku doesn't get out, but he does take the offer of switching out with Mike - which he does while they are driving because it is a thing. Jack probably gets elbowed in the head in the process, but that's just brotherly love right? "Sorry. I don't usually ride in vehicles. I should have said something, but it has honestly been a few years since I was in one and I was hoping it had gotten better." It clearly hasn't. In the front seat, Jack's driving is amazing because they make it to where they are going in no time. Keeku is white knuckling it on the 'Oh-Shit' handle, but he made it without decorating the van with vom-stew. It is hard to tell if the people from the Google Street view are the same people that now stand outside (it's a little grainy), but there is a very good chance that they are one and the same. Whether it is Jack's "Guest Parking" spot or just recognizing that the van isn't a usual here, they stand and start walking towards the group. Mike would note they are strapped, while Libby notes they have guns at their waist, guns strapped to their ankles, knives in their back even somehow (by the weird gait they have maybe), and even that behind them, in the exact window that would be our driver's bedroom, is a face looking out over the parking lot. This face looks familiar to Libby since she has the license in her pocket that it corresponds to. So far, the man hasn't noticed them because the rendezvous looks like a drug run.

"Oh man. Um, I'm really not scary." Mike is totally serious, just look at his scrawny ass. "Um, but I can pull my hoodie up maybe? And be sneaky. Um, and maybe turn Glabro. We've got gardening gloves and masks and stuff in here." But now people are moving towards the van. "Oh shit!" he blurts out.

Jack doesn't notice a GOD damned thing! But he's busy putting it in park and glancing in the mirror to make sure he didn't park like an ass or whatever other thing you gotta do before you can finally just *be* somewhere. Dudes loaded down like Mad Max stepping into Barter Town? Didn't even notice them past 'dudes that exist in a place'. "Huh?" he asks like the clueless twit he is.

"Oh boy, look it all them toys. You better turn on the charm, fellas, and think quick because the welcoming commitee have more toys than I do." She describes the situation rapidl y before saying, "Looks like our guy's at home at least but he's more focused on the deal than the van. Which is where our attention shouldn't be.. Anyway. I'll leve this up to you city-folk." Libby's Carolina drawl softens a bit as she sinks a bit more into her seat and stuffs her face into her phone.

The group is following up on a clue as to how a dump became overrun with tainted Raccoons. They are headed to the dump-truck driver's apartment building. As Jack parks the van they are all in, a group of armed thugs have started walking up to the van. This is a poor section with lots of criminal activity. Libby has also noticed the truck driver staring out at the van from a window on the second floor (since she has his license). Keeku is too concerned with not throwing up to notice anything. His eyes are closed and he is breathing slowly to calm himself down. When Libby says they have company incoming and Mike starts panicking a bit, Keeku's eyes open. He has some experience in these situations having lived on the reservation his whole life, but right now he's really sick. Instead, he thumbs back to: Song, who has totally been here the whole time of course. As the drug deal starts, the only one who doesn't freeze is Song. The thug sees the thumb and a hand slides to the gun at his waist, "Whachu want?" Song's totally got this. What do we want Song?

Song leans over very relaxed like towards the armed thug, (whats a gun gonna do to a Garou anyway?) "word on the street is you got the best product around town, looking for something for my friend." He pats Keeku, "gets terrible anxiety on the road, lasts for hours after and we just REALLY want to have a good time man, but look at him!" He shakes his head, "got anything for an easy high so we can go about and enjoy our day? And, do you think we can also get some space for it all to kick in?"

Mike keeps his mouth zipped and makes money appear, just like magic! The dealers are more than happy to take it and hand over a bag of whatever drug they're peddling. Mike lets out his breath once they wander out of sight. "I bought drugs!" he wheezes at his brother.

"I'm telling mom." Jack says to his brother, quietly, and once their dealers have totally gone away. He looks at Song though and says with a bit of a grin, "You're way too good at that and I have questions, but later."

Libby snorts softly under her breath at Mike, her crossed armed lazy lean doesn't draw much attention to her. She continues to keep her eye on the prize as the city folk deflect the welcome wagon. As soon as the well-armed normies are out of earshot she says, "Take it nice and easy. Mike can you direct Jack to the Industrial building. I'm watching the fomori through Red's eyes so.. I kind of need you to navigate." Libby says, “He's headed that way so try not to be obvious.”

Keeku is totally thrown under the bus by Song, but to Song's credit, he really does look like he is on drugs at the moment. Having Motion Sickness sucks when your friends have a van. Mike is given the drugs; a small baggie with white powder in it. It's Cocaine. They have Cocaine now. Just as Libby mentions, the driver is headed out the back door and heading to the industrial building next door. Keeku says, "If Red has eyes on it, wait, did you say it's a Fomori? Shit. If Red has eyes on it, then maybe it is best if we let it get into the building before we attack? There may be lots of neighbors watching from the building if we do it out in the open."

Mike would flatten his ears if he was in the right shape for it. "Don't do that!" he says anxiously, shifting from foot to foot. Mom eyes, just staring at him in disappoinment! He can't even deal. Libby's words says him out of that pretty quick. "Oh, I can! Wow, a real fomori? That's so cool that you can see that." He whips out his phone to show the way. They can be casual, surely. "Um, can Red see inside the industrial building?" he asks Libby.

Song seems to shrink all the questioning glances he gets over the drug deal, "you learn interesting tricks when traveling? It also seemed like the most appropriate story to give honestly, sorry Keeku." He seems to perk up at the word Fomori, "do we have ANY info on it by chance?"

Jack starts the frog wagon up again and backs out, business concluded! Now they just need to get their poor, poor junkie friend Keeku to the industrial building to get his high on. Or... or something. He follows directions, though! Keepin it cool, like just another human idiot. Even though he's a Garou idiot.

Libby's head tilts but her hazel eyes are unfocused. She responds but it's slowly as if she's distracted, "Red can see the bane and so I can but I'm limited to his senses, not so much his comprehension. Neither of us have X-Ray vision, thankfully. I imagine that's an awkward super power." Libby adds, "Spirits aren't exactly my wheelhouse. So I don't know specifics, sorry friend."

The Mystery Frog Machine put puts over to the industrial building. There are signs of needles and baggies that suggest Jack's idea of getting high here is fairly common. Keeku normally does know some stuff about Spirits. In fact, he even knows stuff about the Wyrm, but in this particular case, he just neeeeeds that fix and isn't thinking clearly. And by fix, I mean cutting the engine and stepping out. When they stop at the industrial building, Keeku is almost out the door when the car is still coming to park. Libby's Familiar Spirit watched the Fomori walk into the front door, which is cracked open and spray-painted black over the glass that is left open. This screams, It's-A-Trap and Admiral Ackbar rolls in his grave somewhere. Mike nabs some gardening gloves and masks from the van's supply. These aren't your granny's things, they're modern design. Check it out, no fat glove fingers! He stuffs them into his pockets. "Just in case there's security cameras," he stage-whispers to his brother. He blinks at Libby's remark. "Um, I bet everyone in Metropolis wears lead-lined stuff. The worst jammies ever."

"Its ok, just wanted to see what we were working with information wise." Song then cocks his head, "Why would someone wear lead lined clothing? And how would they get clothing to BE lead lined? Is this a human thing? Anyway, whats the plan?"

"Right? Like gawd, thanks for all the cancer, Superman!" Jack adds while finding a semi unobtrusive place to park. I mean it's a van, it's not like he can hide their arrival behind a tree or something, but you know what I mean. Not obvious from the main road. Cant have a freakin squad car going 'oh look, a drug bust!' while we're in the middle of a dramatic action scene with a fomori or something. Before getting out, he snap snaps his fingers at Mike, "Hand over the Devil's Dandruff, young man!" He's gonna hide that inside his dashboard while someone smarter than him makes a plan. It's for science later. Science. I swear.

Libby reaches down and by feel she unzips her rifle case and starts affixing all the attatchments. She's still staring off into the ether. "So let's make a plan? Cause I bet you that dude's got one and who the hell knows what's in that place. I can stay back and cover the outside or come with, whatever's best. I've got my kevlar vest with me."

Keeku is screwed if there are cameras. He is far too easily spotted given his look. As the Frog brothers hand out gloves and masks, Keeku just shakes his head. "I appreciate it, but I will not hide behind a mask. I am who I am, even if it will get me in trouble one day." He sighs at that. It is hard to live with Pride when you're doing criminal-adjacent things. Remember, we're the good guys, so this is all 'JUSTICE'. Keeku looks back at Libby and pulls out a flip phone. After a quick text to Boots telling him where they are (in case he shows back up at some point), Keeku states, "You're probably the best we have at combat right now, so I'd prefer to have you with us. All in favor?" The Frog brothers and Keeku are Ragabash and aren't historically combat vets. "Do we have any other options than just going in spell-slots a blazing?" He looks at Mike when he says that.

Mike tosses the totally-not-drugs-really-Mom over to Jack. Mask and glove time! He winds up looking like some white YouTube guy who just showed up at your house asking to mow your lawn for free. "Um, look for a back door and sneak in? And maybe Red can watch the front? If the driver tries to run out that way Red will see it and we can cut him off. Um, will that work?"

Song eyes the firearm cautiously, never liked those weaver things, and takes a pair of gloves and a mask. "I'm not half bad at sneaking, fighting isn't my strong point either I've been working on it, but I can make my movements completely silent."

"Aye!" Jack immediately says, "Yeah, like I think you're the Ahroun today, sorry lady." he adds with a grin. He nods to Mike as well, that'll definitely be closest to where they are, and adds, "And we just go in like some dicks lookin for a spot to bump aaaaaand... Okay the rifle makes it super obvious, never mind. But presumably someone, probably Song, says something *really* fucking cool and the fight soundtrack kicks in." He clicks his handle to pop his door open, he wont get out till everyone. He also eyes the abandoned building and decides masks and gloves is a bit over kill. Especially when you can just say 'look for the fat fucker in flip flops and totally catch him like immediately.

"Fine by me.I don't plan on me or the rifle being seen if I can help it." Libby agrees but points to Keeku, "If I go down for -any- reason you make sure to gets back to my butcher shop as fast as you can. Even if I'm missing body parts." Despite this gruesome request the Kin seems fairly relaxed. Libby shakes her head and her eyes clear up. Once her full attention returns to the van and she slips out of her jacket and pulls on her vest, pulls on her own gloves and slips on ahalf face mask that covers her lower face. "We could look for alternate entrances since the back door has been left open."

But the masks and gloves are /cool/. Very on brand to the Frog brothers. Keeku shrugs to Mike and Libby, "Sounds like a plan to me. Find another opening?" Libby's morbid request is met with a stern face. "I promise I'll get you out of there should anything happen to you. I can't promise you'll be safe, but where's the fun in safe?" He says this with all queasy seriousness. As the group rotates around the side of the building there is a Receiving Dock door. It is locked of course, but that's a good thing. They won't expect it.

Jack does WAY better at navigating a lock this time. Practice makes perfect! Or makes better than crappy, at least. Or maybe he got better lock picks. Either way, it a quiet little clicky clicky clicky down there at ground level, till he thunks the lock lightly and stands back with a SUPER pleased expression on his face. There's a little half second silent air guitar with Mike.

once the door is unlocked and looked over, Song slinks up towards the door pulling his shemagh to cover his head, his steps eerily quieter than one would expect, "well, here we go!" he says quietly as he pushes the door open slowly, peering in as he does so. Libby must be practicing her very best for the Black Eagles, although that's not exactly her Tribal fit. She pokes her head in over Song's shoulder with a hand on his to stay him for a moment. Once she gets a look inside she leans back and waves her hand to get the attention of those around her, she points to her eyes and then starts pointing out those traps. Look at those pain buckets there. And that Rake just laying there? Various wires and other satey hazard traps. Another gesture where she taps two fingers against her brainpan just a silent reminder for the Garou to use their heads.

Mike just stares at all the stuff Libby points out. He tries to help his brother out, he really does. But he's used to more complicated mechanical things and just nudges boards a bit. At least they don't smack him in the face.

Jack is getting better at this lock picking thing, which means next time, statistically, he'll mess it up royally. Still, today, he gets the job done admirably. The door opens without a sound. This is an old, rusty-hinged door. The thing should have 'creaked' without having been greased first. Weird. Libby does indeed point out the very Home Alone-esque traps that are inside. There's no one in the Receiving Dock at least. The team starts to disarm the traps to make their way into the main space of the industrial building.

Song can't help but look at all this homid shit and wonder how anyone can see something out of place amongst so much man-made things, he's a little help but more like a toddler pointing the obvious out.

Jack is trying to help with the traps and stuff, but he doesn't really know how to MAKE the traps, so he's slower to disarm than Libby is, for sure. Gotta brain it out or get told how quickly, you know how it is. While thinking about how he's totally going to get him and Mike some Sticky Bandits jackets later on, he's also kinda trying to keep an eye out for bad guys. He cant split his attention much, but he tries!

Libby does attempt to hang back a bit and keep her eyes on protecting the backs of the Garou. She does come across a partcularly nasty little set-up that she carefully disarms with steady hands before moving on. She does try to keep out of the Garou's way. Keeping an eye on widows, doorways and the ceiling. She taps her nose a bit obviusly though who knows if anyone catches the gesture.

Between Keeku and Libby, the group successfully clears a path through to the main building. As one does with Industrial Building Architectural Design, the interior of the building is wide open with the occasional column running up to the ceiling. Standing, right smack dab in the middle of the building, with his back looking towards the back door, is our Fomori. He isn't expecting y'all to have come through the receiving dock without activating any of the traps. He is muttering to himself, "What the take is longing so fuck?" like a messed up Yoda. The man that Libby saw in the window is no longer the THING standing there. It has grown to about the size of a Crinos and has grey, scale-like skin that looks hard to the touch. Its hands are sharp claws. Behind the Fomori are two tables with various fertilizers, chemicals, gas cans, and other tools and bags that may be associated with what Mike had tested for. Do they sneak or attack! There's also a Batman Cave Lego Set on the table that is partially dismantled. Weird human cut-outs on strings are also oddly placed throughout the building and are moving via a train set.

Libby sinks down and into a shadow when the bulky mutated form comes into view. After identifying the obvious Libby is looking at the room that he's in. Looking for movement or more traps she might be able to disable with a good shot. She leaves the obvious threat to Gaia's Warriors.

Jack sinks low and shifts, nice and quiet and slow (I mean you can only control that so much, which is to say not at all, but he tries!) to crinos, looking at the rest of the people getting ready to ambush this... this... I don't even know.

The non-pack moves in formation as Libby sets herself down to help cover the Garou. Hopper was pulling up the rear up until this point and is going to be the first who makes it to their target. In fact, just about everyone manages to get into ambush position as they set to attack. The only one that doesn't is Song. As it so happens, there is one lone, black batman lego brick that he steps on. Kevin, our Fomori, doesn't notice the others, but he does catch the feeling of pain as it calls out to him from Song. Song is the only one Kevin notices at the moment and states, "I for waiting you was! Friends your where?" It moves to close the distance between he and Song to attack.

Hopper's nostrils flair at the scent of the Wyrm spawn. On near silent paws he chargers forward. Using the pack tactics he learned from being a wolf, he darts in nipping at the things leg, trying to disable the thing.

For the Win bounds forward to claw the once-driver, but alas! He's a bit too slow, missing the fomori as it recoils from Song's might bite. He looks soooo embarassed.

The Fomori charges forward and slices with those talon like arms at Song.

Dances-in-Darkness follows suit jumping from out of the shadows and bites at one of the Fomori's arms. The young native wolf sinks its teeth and draws blood, but not before Jack does. The tackle causes blood to spit out of Kevin's mouth.

Sings-For-The-Fallen yelps as he sneaks up the Fomori, having put a lego into palm while trying to get out of a crouch, seeing the Fomor charge in he insctively shifts up to Hispo, howling in pain and rage as he gets sliced into!

Truth Keeper repeats his first attack, spinning and darting back in and nipping at the things leg, trying to disable it. As he charges in a low growl rumbles in his chest. This time his teeth flash higher aiming for the things inner thigh.

>> Yeah! Kick his ass! << For the Win growls at his brother, dancing from foot to foot in excitement. >> Ziggy! Can you ask a flame spirit to help us? << He pictures through his pack-link to the spirit what he'd like to do. In the Umbra, a colorful little frog dude begins to sing, calling up one of his flame bros on the spiritual hotline. It's certainly exciting on the real world side of things when a pillar of flame engulfs the column. Steel buckles and melts, encasing the unlucky fomori.

Libby lowers her rifle and grins abit. She eyeballs the smoking pile of corrupt flesh. She watches for a moment before moving to search the area while the Garou figure out what to do now.

Was that a flame spirit or was that a flamethrower that shoots out and engulfs Kevin the Fomori? Keeku and Level Up jump out of the way luckily and even though the creature flails for a moment, it succumbs to its wounds and falls. The fire fully consumes the Fomori and in a short period of time, nothing but ashes remain.

Jack backs off just as soon as hot things start happening, cause he does not want to get melted himself! >>Eeeeeeeeeeeew!<< he complains, and shakes off from head to toe like a dog at the beach. He touched it! EW! >>Mike! Are we surrounded by tons of bombs?<< He just assumes it's like Demolition Man in here, like in all the spots they didn't notice yet or something. Wires and blinking lights everywhere!!

For the Win stares at his older brother. He stares at the wires and explosive bits on the table. He fidgets a bit. >> Um, no! Just bits of them. And the fire is over here, see? <<

Song shakes his giant wolf head as he steps back, <Damn stupid plastic brick! I didn't realize those things would hurt so much!> He glances around as if trying to see where more of the vile things are as he shifts back down into Glabro, keeping his hood up. "I need a minute, fuck that hurt."

Truth Keeper says <Well that was new...>

Jack gets back to Homid, where he belongs! "Ah fuck it smells even worse in here." he says, using his people nose now. It's not that it's worse, it's just differently unpleasant.

Libby keeps an ear on the conversation and calls out, "Fertilizer Bombs yes but since it's not spreadying it should be okay. The bags of fertalizer Red can see are tainted. I found tire tracks out by the dock which is, by the way, the safest way for us to exit. Doesn't look like he's had any help. At least not here. I do not envy the theurge that has to cleanse this place." She makes a bleh face.

Truth Keeper says,<We are not going to try and cleanse this now?>

Sings-For-The-Fallen says, “I don't know the Rite yet, but we should cleanse it.”

For the Win pokes at the ashes with a piece of metal from a trap that Libby disarmed earlier. >> We can try? If we can't do it, we can tell the theurges. But what about this guy's apartment? <<

"Hang on, I got some cleansing stuff in the glove compartment." Jack says, and back tracks that'a'way to go and see about some cleansing materials while people take the oportunity to do whatever with whatever! His flip flops slap slap slap on the way.

Libby blinks and gestures to encompass the building, "This whole place, the apartment and.." She looks surprised but doesn't argue nodding towards For the Win.

Truth Keeper's form seems to flow like water as he goes from Direwolf to human so quick that if you blinked you might have missed it. "Well, I was going to go fins what we need, but it sounds like Win has everything."

Keeku stays in Hispo for the time being, not fully sure there's nothing else here. That being said, there is nothing else here. The building is empty when they search it (steering clear of the traps of course. For the Garou that know the Rite of Cleansing, they do start to work in tandem, much like they did last time, to cleanse the area, the Fomori body, and themselves. Keeku keeps extra cleansing stuff too. To Libby's point, this is a large area. When they are done, they four of them are completely drained of Gnosis, and thats with Keeku using the extra Gnosis that his Familiar Spirit has to offer him. They do not have enough to do the apartment building and will have to send someone else to sneak in and cleanse it. Still, they've done a decent job.

Song returns fully to his homid state, still glaring at the pile of legs on the ground. "Would it be alright if I observed the Rite? I need to learn it still, and watching one in process might be a nice way to start understanding it."

Libby can't offer much here, she's not the sort of Kin who has Gnosis and it doesn't occur to her to ask Red. Instead she keeps and eye on things while the Rituals are being completed and in general tries to keep from being underfoot.

For the Win sighs a bit when they're done, and he goes to pick up his now-shredded mask and gloves. So much for him being Lawnmower Man.

The team, in their drained state, continues to clean the area up, pack the van full of anything that could be a veil breach, and deals with anything else that is just a problem. They also call in the apartment cleansing request and a team shows up a little while later while this party is headed out to fall asleep. In fact, luckily for Keeku, he does just that and doesn't get motion sickness on the ride home. Mike drags himself into the shotgun seat. "I'm so tiiiired," he whines like a sulky teenager. "Can we get ice cream on the way home?"

"Just hang your head out the window, buddy, you'll be okay!" Jack tells Keeku with a pat on the shoulder, "Look at something far away that's not moving fast, that makes it easier."