Logs:Stop The Magath

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Eminem References

Cast

James "Killy" Kill, Blake Wallace, Ludwig Altman, Darren Lynch & Pax as ST

Setting

Deli

Log

Pax Word's gone out. Whether by text or spirit chatter or through the People's grapevine or direct orders from their respective Tribes, a motley crew of Uratha and urugarum have been called on or compelled to hunt down the largest and most problematic of the magath that had slipped through the Gauntlet at Comptroller Rafferty's press conference.

"Spirit death is preferred, if you can."

Snake-Charmer, Shadow Tongue

They meet on a rooftop by way of the Devil's Playground, not far from where the magath was last seen, to meet up with a Meninna who has shadowed the spirit, to gather some little bits of information.

James ~Killy~ Kill Killy arrives in his usual look, flannel and jeans, wearing a necklace with a carved tooth. He looks excited, keen, and ready, bouncing on his feet a little.

Darren Lynch Despite all of his efforts to remain out of things while he got his head back, he knew in the back of his mind he’d not let himself live down for not responding to a call of The People. He excused himself from work, putting Benny in charge for the night. Texting Jo that he was headed to meet with the others and he’d keep her posted.

He always wore his armor, carried his guns and knives, and tonight of course he had on a heavy long coat as well because of the cold, so when the meeting place took up space on a rooftop, he quietly sighed and decided to leave complaining for tomorrow.

Unlike Killy he does not look excited. Not scared or overly worried, but definitely concerned for the upcoming confrontation. He was never a man to take violence lightly with Spirits or otherwise. He’d give the others a nod, hands in the pockets of his coat and looked out over the city while they waited for the rest who’d gather.

Ludwig Altman The only way one can really tell that Ludwig is in full battle dress and not full academic dress is that the suit he's wearing isn't a four figure price tag, was probably treated with Scotch Guard to look at it, and the jacket and trousers appear to be made of leather. He looks a bit like Bono from the late 1990s, really. Minus the sunglasses. His usual book bag remains slung over his shoulder, though, and he is otherwise unarmed. No guns, no knives, no war forms or talons and claws. Just the tools of his particular craft and a brooding countenance. Hopefully that will be enough.

He dusts off his slacks from the climb to the roof and pauses once he's up there to light himself a cigarette before greeting the gathered. "Good evening, my friends." His accent is thick, but his voice is tenor sweet. The average American ear would mistake the accent for German. The astute will peg it as Austrian and Viennese in particular.

Blake Wallace Blake arrives, garbed in expendable clothing: a t-shirt, jeans and something for the weather, rather than their usual wardrobe. Like Killy, they're keen, ready, anticipatory. Unlike Killy, they've an air of tamped down focus instead of excitement.

Quick nods of greeting were given out, to acquaintances and strangers alike.

Pax The Meninna who meets them all atop the rooftop is Tony Lorenzo, a finely dressed man in his late thirties with heavy, dark eyebrows, and a thick beard; he's one of the Far Scouts from the Hunters in Darkness Tribe. "Good evening," he starts, upnodding his head at the lot of them. His disposition speaks of veteran-level years of service, and this is definitely not his first rodeo. The faces might change, but the procedure is the same.

"I've been tailing this magath for the last few hours. There's good news and bad news. The good news is, we know it's definitely some kind of decay spirit. The bad news is, we know that because it's holed itself up in the back room of a local deli about a block and a half that way," he jerks his thumb in the indicated direction, "And the clock is ticking. It could freak out any minute, and there are Herd everywhere. Anything else you need to know?"

Darren Lynch Darren nodded to Tony as he spoke up, "Anything being done about the Herd so far, sir?" Darren asked, pulling out his phone as if he might have a solution.

Ludwig Altman "How powerful is it. What is it called. What are its influences, its numen, its bans and banes. When does the establishment close? What else is on that block? Does its back open onto an alley or a lot?" Ludwig taps some ash from his cigarette and takes a few more puffs, "I can answer many of those questions if you can provide an address for the location?" Ludwig plucks out his cell phone indicatively.

James ~Killy~ Kill Killy paces a little, rubbing his chin. “Herd everywhere, of course.” He looks to Darren. “Something to get them out would be good, this is going to be messy, in the deli at least...”

Blake Wallace Blake was about to ask about possible collateral damage, but the others asked what they were about ask.

Pax Tony likes being called 'sir'; it rubs his fur the right way, so to speak. "Not as of yet," he responds to Darren with dip of his chin, repaying respect for respect.

"It seems to be an Ensah," he relays to Ludwig. "And when I last had eyes on it, it had at least two smaller ones with it, Hursih, also decay magath of some kind. You can expect its resonance will be the same, or -- we don't know the other side, yet. Magath are merged hybrid spirits; a bunch of decay and corruption spirits came bursting out of City Hall and went on a gorging spree, devouring everything they could find. It must be low on Essence, because it zeroed in on a shipment of spoiled produce that fell off the back of a truck, and that's what it's doing in the back room of the shop."

A beat.

"For now. I've observed it using Awe. The shop is, you know, it's a bodega, it's twenty four hours. There's a back alley behind it where they take deliveries, but there's a bar next door, lots of people smoking cigarettes and having heart-to-hearts in the alleyway this time of night."

Ludwig Altman Ludwig listens attentively and bobs his head at points, still poking at his phone. Taking quick notes, in any case. "Is the Bodega a one person operation at this time of day? If so, we can just wait for him to go to the lavatory, lock him in, and deal with the spirit while he's banging on the door to be let out. If we start a fight among the Herd in front of the bar, that should draw a crowd and empty the alley. It will absolutely draw the focus of the security and serving staff. Nobody will be coming out to dump glass or garbage with a brawl happening out front." Ludwig counts heads briefly and looks back to Tony, "I figure with a group as able as these ones are said to be... two minutes is all we should need. Do you concur?"

James ~Killy~ Kill Killy shrugs and nods. “That sounds good to me. A distraction outside, quick work inside. Hard and fast.”

Blake Wallace Blake considers the proffered plan, nodding and agreeing after a beat of contemplation.

Darren Lynch Darren gets off his phone, "Got the herd dealt with. Cops'll cordon off the alley, keep it clear for us. And the front I've got covered by spirits of me own. He pockets the phone and looks up. "Sorted."

Pax "Seems like it. There could be late night trucking," Tony replies to Ludwig. "Two minutes ought to be fine."

He takes another look down the block towards the deli. "Alright, drop team," he drawls. "It's all you."

Within the next five to ten minutes, the flashing red and blue lights of a couple of squad cars light up the back alleyway, driving the loitering patrons away. The cops rough up and cuff a couple of people who could have arguably been headed in a parking lot-related direction and start reading them their rights, arresting them for DUIs. This draws the ire of what little crowd is now still in the alleyway, distracting enough attention away from the back entrance to the deli.

In front of the deli, on the street, Gorgon-like spirits of violence, like floating masses of snakes, lash out at passersby, afflicting them with the urge to attack one another, and a few scuffles break out near the entrance to the deli, which, as possibly and likely intended, keeps anyone from entering further -- but also keeps a couple of patrons inside.

Ludwig Altman "Perfect." Ludwig nods approvingly to Darren. "That makes things much easier. Trap the employee at the Bodega, deal with the spirit, and get out. I do have the ability to bottle spirits, too. So we could potentially move them to a safer location to bind it and let it die for want of essence. The other two lesser spirits, however, we would have to deal with in some other fashion. Perhaps we could summon them after the fact, once we've met them and made their measure. That would guarantee us a true kill, rather than having it reappear some point in the future and necessitate us doing this sort of thing a second time." Ludwig see-saws a hand as he moves to the edge of the roof and peers over into the alley. "Right. Now we just need our friend in the bodega to get in the bathroom. I suppose I could encourage him by buying a bottle of water and drinking it in front of him. That usually does the trick." He's probably not joking to look at him.

Darren Lynch "Right," he nodded to Tony, Ludwig and the others. "Off we go then," of course he, unlike them couldn't hop roof to roof, so he'd head back down as he came and get to the Deli as fast as he could on his wee mortal feet!

Blake Wallace Blake makes their way down, with their ability to do mad hops, ready to head in through the back. Once clear of being seen by the Herd, they also shift up to Dalu.

Darren Lynch Darren meets the others at the back, leaving the front to the spirits of violence under his employment. While he has his guns and knives on him, he of course will take the 'natural' route, taking off his gloves and going for bare hands in the upcoming fight.

James ~Killy~ Kill Killy grins and rips out one of his canines, jamming the tooth from his necklace in the place.

When he shifts to Dalu away from mortal eyes, his teeth are massive and twisted, engraved with gleaming runes, and he swells to massive size, all muscle and power.

Ludwig Altman Ludwig goes down the front and decidedly does not shift in to another form. As he goes in through the front, finds the most pee yellow beverage he can think of, carries it to the register, purchases it, and proceeds to drink it at the counter, pouring it slowly down his throat in a rather potent allusion to tipping a kidney in the loo. Once he's done, he smiles across the counter at the clerk and says in his heavily accented English, "Ah! Refreshing. Haven't peed all day, figured I must be dehydrated." He then glances about and notes, "Well. Off I go." And out he does go, heading for the alley to meet up with the others.

James ~Killy~ Kill Killy grins and rips out one of his canines, jamming the tooth from his necklace in the place. When he shifts to Dalu away from mortal eyes, his teeth are massive and twisted, engraved with gleaming runes, and he swells to massive size, all muscle and power.

Pax Ludwig makes it in through the front of the deli and there's only two other people inside, a lone patron standing with a plastic bag of (probably wilted) produce in hand, looking out the glass windows at the fights that have spontaneously broken out, and the cashier, whose attention is also on the scuffles. They hardly bat an eyelash at Ludwig's hydration performance.

Around back, the other three have no trouble getting into the back room through the unlocked service door, and when they do, they walk right into it: three spirits, one noticeably larger, and all of them feasting on a pile of ruined produce. It is rotted and fetid, and probably didn't start out that way; most likely, something was done to accelerate the process, and the smell of spoiled vegetation hangs thick in the air. The spirits turn towards their company.

The three spirits circle around their rotting prize, twisting towards the interlopers as they enter, and the largest of them, the Ensah, opens its maw and rasps a toxic cloud in the group's direction, with Blake taking the bulk of the noxious spray while the other two, smaller magath snarl, weird, high-pitched sounds like rabid corgies, moving into position.

James ~Killy~ Kill Killy shifts into Garou, letting out a roar that trills and dances, the sound of a legion of howls joining his voice. His Thousand Throat Howl, slams into the foes before them.

Blake Wallace Claws bared, Killer Instinct raging, Blake tears into the closest lesser magath. Their claws rake through the lesser magath, powered by the flash of pain caused by their main target, rending the lesser even with its incorporeality, leaving it severely unwhole.

Darren Lynch Darren focuses on the smaller ones, leaving the bigger one to the bigger ones. Rounding down on those obnoxious smaller corgi-like kimchi balls, Darren uses his fists, secretly reveling in the fact that he was able to do so. Of course blooded still had a lust for the hunt and bloodshed was never the same through guns… His knuckles crack into it connecting deeply, leaving a smear of rotted damage rather than a crisp clean break away.

Pax The lesser magaths snarl as claws rake ephemeral flesh, and fists pound Essence-wisped corpus, and one spins around and hisses in Darren's direction, feeding him a broken shard of imperfect reality and changing all of the entities in the room, Uratha and spirit alike, so that they look like enemies to the Wolf-Blooded.

Ludwig Altman Ludwig pulls up the rear for trying to distract the front of the shop, albeit unsuccessfully. While most everyone else unleashes some manner of bloody violence, Ludwig sneaks around to flashing claws and pounding fists, all while furiously unscrewing a metal water bottle he's produced from his messenger bag. One very nondescriptly labeled 'The Right One' in German. Once it's uncapped, he points the mouth of the bottle at the spirit, blows a raspberry, and dodges back behind Killy. "Can't catch me, dumkopf! It's going to really suck to be you in a few moments." Still wearing his manflesh, mind you, as he ducks under a swipe of Killy's claws. "Neener neener, tiny peener!"

Pax The larger of the magath feels the inexorable pull of the enchanted bottle, like something tugging on its guts, if it had any guts, a cord tied around the core of its being and yanking; that yank is echoed in its physicality, and it glares at Ludwig, if such a face can glare, if such a thing as its visage can even be called a face at all.

One of the other, smaller ones, which Darren had punched halfway across the cramped space with his Siskur-Dah blessed fists, shoots towards the middle of the room and flares a neon green aura of light towards all of them, an attempt at some kind of ephemeral bewitchment to addle their minds.

James ~Killy~ Kill Killy snaps back to reality, and ope there goes gravity for one of the little Magath as it discorporates under Killy’s savage claws. He howls in triumph, keeping it down a little for the people outside.

Blake Wallace Blake pounces at the big magath, tackling it, to prevent it from leaving.

Pax The largest of them, the Ensah, feels Blake's weight bearing down upon it, and lets loose a deep and throaty, ephemeral sort of scream, the kind you can feel in your back teeth, rattling. It lurches all of its corpus against the Rahu, struggling desperately to fling the body away, to wrest free, but it doesn't, the mass of furry muscle attached to its side proving to be just a bit too much.

Blake Wallace Blake's hold on the ensah tightens, Restraining it, and causing Damage.

James ~Killy~ Kill Killy slams into the other little Magath, muscles surging as he hits, assailing, availing, with monster truck force.

Darren Lynch Darren snaps out of his moment of awe, blinking back to reality and seeing that Killy was still attacking. The weight of the moment rushes back to him and he joins the Cahalith in attacking the lesser Magath.

Pax The second of the smaller spirits bursts in a fuzzy explosion like mold spores, putrid to the smell, and amidst the strewn-about refuse of the rotting produce that the spirits had seized upon, now there is only the locked fury of the Ensah raging against Blake.

Blake Wallace Blake steadfastly holds the ensah in place against its thrashing, until Ludwig's bottle finally kicks in.

Pax Gradually, uncontrollably, the spirit is pulled from its core, sheer out of Blake's grasp and into the etched bottle that Ludwig has been holding and protecting while the other three ran interference. With a wet, suctiony pop!, it's shuttered into the bottle, the cork top sealed in and pushed down hard. All that's left is the mess.

Blake Wallace Once the magath is bottled, Blake shifts down to hishu, gets up, and dusts themselves off. They comment, "Well, that was a bit of excitement."

Darren Lynch "Fuckin, 'ell, the smell though..." Darren shakes his hands free from the grime of punching said spirits. "Best we get out of 'ere," he nods towards the door.

James ~Killy~ Kill Killy shifts back to his human form as well, pulling the Devourer’s Fang from his jaw and tying it back on its necklace. “Good work, gang. Maybe next time we get some action where we can really stretch our legs. But this was fun, and well fought.”