The night has just begun to set in on a mostly empty Harbor Park. The small cluster of nature within the city is completely devoid of all humanoid occupants other than that of Benny Martinez, the Bone Gnawer Theurge, who is lounging on the edge of the fountain. He has his boots sitting on the sidewalk that surrounds it, and his jeans are rolled up to the knees, his feet in the cool waters. He has his usual cigar clenched in his teeth, a bottle in a brown paper sack on the edge of the fountain beside him. Somewhere off in the city a horn blares and is followed by an immediate crash as two automobiles collide.

Having convinced Frederick to tag along with the coyotes on an excursion to the Umbra, Justin leads Felix, Watcher and the Fenrir to Harbor Park where is the safest place to step sideways into the Umbra. No matter the time of the day or the moon phase, it is always bright and welcome due to the fetish that is planted in the middle of the fountain. As he spies Benny, he lifts a hand up and calls over, "Whaddup dawg."

Felix saunters along with his packmates (and Frederick), most of the way through a cigarette as they walk. "Hey," he adds his greeting to the lone Gnawer, lifting his chin slightly to him in acknowledgement.

Watcher is following along with Justin and Frederick, the Lupus sporting his human form in the midst of the city. He seems comfortable enough all considering, even if he's a bit more alert and attentive than the average joe. The car crash in particular brings his head jerking around and eyes fixating on the direction of the noise, nostrils flaring.

Frederick is very obviously not quite in his comfort zone, the Get looking around warily as he follows the two Gnawers he knows. The car crash in the distance doesn't seem to faze him, he seems more concerned with something else as he looks around, watching his surroundings. His eyes stop briefly on the Theurge near the fountain, watching him.

Benny lifts his hand in greeting and gestures the group over with a wave of his hand. "Sup Justin, Felix... guy I don't know," the last is said to Watcher. His eyes brighten as he spots Frederick and he calls out, "Yo Freddy! My MAN!" He chuckles and says, "Everyone take those shoes off and hop in here with me, the water is great!" He winks merrily and takes a swig of the bottle in a very, 'I wish I was a pirate' fashion.

"Benny, this is Sings to The Three Mountains. Watcher. Uktena and packmate of Coyote." Justin says as he throws an arm around his best friend, giving the feral born a squeeze. Kicking his shoes off, he rolls his pant legs up and steps into the fountain, then dips his hand down to look for some change. "We're heading to the Umbra to do some tangling with something nasty if we can find it. You wanna come with us?"

Felix makes a notable counterpoint to Frederick, obviously quite in his comfort zone and generally giving off the impression that he owns this city. Looking around noticeably is not part of that impression, but a close observer might note signs of more attention to the surroundings than he's letting on. No reaction to the crash from him either; that happens all the time. He doesn't take his boots off, but hops up onto the edge of the fountain, walking along it like a very easy balance beam to check out just what kind of bottle Benny's got in that bag. "Gotta be something interesting to kill around there somewhere," he says cheerfully.

Watcher gives a faint tip of his head as he hears his name and blinks a few times at Frederick. Dutifully he remarks, "Hello." In a carefully pronounced voice, pretty well spoken for what looks like a young feral born. He slips free of Justin and moves over to the fountain and glances over the edge of the retaining wall and into the water. "Always something bad there." He remarks quietly.

Frederick cringes visibly at the "Freddy", but at least he doesn't bother to reply. He just grumbles and grits his teeth, muttering to himself as he steps closer to the fountain. He keeps his boots on, though. And he doesn't seem to be too eager to dangle his feet in the fountain. He just stands there with a 'polite' smile. Or, rather, a forced grin, depending on how you want to see it. In a likewise polite fashion he asks "Is that how umbral excursions are done here? With a family foot bath to kick things off?" That 'polite' grin again. "Hey, just askin'. Maybe it's some important Ritual I just dunno, hell, what do I know, right? I'm just from backwater hicksville where the fluffy bunnies roam, and big city excursions need clean feet so them banes don't smell your toe cheese." But at least he comes over to the fountain, but his boots stay on his feet. He turns his eyes towards the Uktena, watching him. "Something bad where?" he asks, watching the Lupus.

Benny Watcher=Watcher and Benny, being the two here with the highest Gnosis rating and connection to the spirit world will feel a queer tug. Something not physical, but a definite pull in their spiritual facilities. Watcher's is more acute than Benny's, while Benny gets a strong tug toward the Umbra, Watcher can easily recognize it as a call to step across the gauntlet.

Benny pages: Felix feels the hairs along the back of his neck stand and the skin prickle and crawl.

Benny widens his eyes at the revelation of the identity of the Uktena. "An Uktena eh? That's something. You like to shmokem the old peace-em pipe? If so, don't you worry your little heart if you forgot. I brought one of my own!" He grins widely, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pipe in the shape of a cartoon dinosaur and a bag of weed. "Let's get this little trip started ri-" He stops abruptly, his eyes narrowing in a confused fashion and his mouth hanging open. "Anyone else feel that?"

Giving a wide grin to Frederick, Justin splashes about in the fountain a bit with his feet, then kicks out some water towards the Fenrir. "Hey, this is Saint Claire tradition. It brings us good luck if we walk into the pure waters made from Gaia's tears." As he opens his mouth to say something else, he gets a line of goosebumps racing up his arms, then says, "Like someone stepped on my grave? I got a buzz up the back of my neck."

Felix rolls his eyes at Frederick's remarks, but is more interested in his bottle-related investigation. Until his head suddenly snaps up, just about the same time Benny breaks off, and he takes a slow look around, stance shifting to something rather less casual. "...yeah, I dunno what that was, but it's somethin'."

Watcher turns to look towards Benny with a bland look utterly lacking in understanding. "You set a lizard on fire?" Lupus. Then his attention is rapidly diverted as his eyes jerk back towards the water, their sight going distant as if he was beginning to look across. "We must cross. Now. Come close." And he's not about to let anyone linger long. If any of the other Garou are slow to come within range then he's aiming to drag them closer with the Galliard keen to lead the way across the Gauntlet.

Frederick falls quiet as he wrinkles his nose and looks around people, eyes stopping at Benny as he talks. He doesn't answer right away, just nods slightly as he looks around. "Weird shit, that. Like...", he seems to be looking for words, finally thumbing at Justin and nodding "Yeah. What he said. Plus like that one time when I was taught... anyway, like eating some weird shit and your stomach getting all queasy. Hey!" that last part due to being grasped and tugged closer to the others, the Get ending up leaning over the edge of the fountain.

Widening his eyes as Watcher steps closer to the fountain, effectively cutting Benny off from his boots which sit outside the concrete circle containing the water. "Hey! But those are my good boots. Ahh... dammit!" he grumbles as he reluctantly nods and looks into the waters, following the rest of the gathered garou across the Gauntlet into the Umbra. As the garou pass over, they will find the Umbral landscape much the same as the physical world they just left behind. The streetlamps that follow the paths of the park are simple metal posts, their bulbs unlit. The moon is much brighter here, bathing the park into light. The buildings that can be scene outside the park are covered in thick spiderwebs, and the highways and byways between the buildings are much darker than the park.

Soon as they step through the gauntlet, Justin blurs his way up into the war form, then starts to give a quick look around the umbral landscape. He gives a low rumble in his throat. ~Three Mountains, what is going on? Give us some direction.~

Felix makes the small amount of movement necessary to get closer to Watcher when instructed, and when they're across, he shifts up to Crinos as well. His quick look around their surroundings starts in the opposite direction to Justin's, taking in the park's Umbral form and the less inviting areas beyond it.

No sooner do Watcher's feet hit the Umbral ground then he discards his human skin for his native one, only bigger. Though still a bit scrawny even in Hispo, the Uktena is bristling with purpose - both literally and figuratively. His hackles are up as the Galliard turns towards a pathway leading to a copse of trees. ~This way.~ It's all he offers in response to Mouse-Trap as steps turn to a loping jog.

Looking around the Get groans quietly, from the lamp posts to the fountain to the others surrounding him. He grumbles "Next time you can at least ASK, ya know?" as he looks from one to the next. His uneasiness is nearly palpable now, the Get most certainly NOT happy with where he is. The invitation of Watcher is met with a lowly rumbled "Oh fuck it..." as he, too, decides for Hispo as the suitable travel form. And after growing bigger he also seems to be quite more comfortable. Size does matter, it seems.

Benny grumbles along with Frederick, but for an entirely different reason as he pulls his feet from the Umbral Waters of the fountain and steps out to the concrete. He shakes his head and says, "I know what you mean Freddy. My damn boots!" He shrugs as Watcher takes off in the determined trot and follows along on foot, not bothering to shift into any other form. As the garou move down the path, which darkens considerably from the rest of the park a noise seems to float down the tunnel of trees toward them. It takes a while, but soon enough the sound can be deciphered as music. The path opens up into a large clearing where a very strange sight greets the five garou. The music floating around the clearing, supposedly from a boom box in the center of the clearing blares out, "I'm so fancy, you already know... I'm in the fast lane... From L.A. to Tokyo..." In the center of the clearing is the spirit of a very large Rabbit looking like a real life Buggs Bunny. It stands on it's hind legs, and is clothed in a baggy pair of jeans and black hoodie. A hat is turned around backward, his long ears sticking out above. He is dancing alone in the clearing, and as Watcher enters, he dances over to the Hispo, still dancing, as if initiating a dance off. Multi colored orbs of light, one purple, one green, one blue, and one yellow fire up in the trees and swing down into the clearing, pulsing in time with the music.

As Mouse-Trap follows the rest of the proto-pack into the open glade, he looks confused at the sight of the anthro rabbit dancing. ~How the hell did a furry get in the umbra?~ Ears perking at the sound of the worst song on the radio these days, he lets out a low rumble in his throat. ~At least play some Journey!~ He watches the lights pulse carefully, then sends out a command to the pack. ~Back to back formation everyone. Eyes need to be at a three-sixty.~

~...okay, that I ain't never seen before,~ Lets-Them-Eat-Cake says, blinking at the dancing rabbit, gaze flicking to the coloured orbs as they move. He's following Mouse-Trap's instruction even before it's finished, weight balanced lightly between his feet. There are little, not entirely conscious movements as he's keeping an eye around them, and they tend to be with the beat.

Have you ever seen a large wolf try to hold his ears? This is basically what the Get in Hispo is trying to accomplish, one can actually see him try to fold his ears inwards to plug them as he grinds to a halt near the clearing, a low, menacing growl indicating just how much he'd like to NOT hear the noise anymore. Though given the way he turns his head to the Gnawer issuing commands and the way he looks at him, it might just be an indication of his displeasure of the apparent chain of command. At any rate, he seems to be quite comfortable and easily convinced to take a position as far away as possible from the noise coming from the clearing, the Get turning his head and ears in the opposite direction of the dancing bunny.

Benny laughs out loud at the sight of the dancing Rabbit. "Are you sure man? He doesn't seem too dangerous..." Nonetheless the Theurge moves over to take a position in the clearing. The music seems to pulse a tick louder as the Rabbit continues dancing, moving from one garou to the other, dancing at them as if to call them out. He moves first to Watcher, then to Justin, then Felix, Benny, and finally to Frederick, who he twirls his hand over top his head and throws a pretend lasso around the Fenrir and mimes pulling him out to the dance floor. "I know that which you seek, can lead you there. But first you must dance the night away with me. Come children of Gaia, human, and wolf." the Rabbit speaks in a language all can hear.

Squinting his eyes at the dancing rabbit, Mouse-Trap finally lets out a loud huff and steps forward to take up the challenge of this 'dance off'. ~What is it that you think we seek? Also, if you want me to dance, you need to turn something else on instead of this shit.~ He bounces on his paws a bit, loosening himself up.

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake watches the rabbit's approach and dance, snickering at the lassoing. ~If it's got a beat, you can dance to it,~ he tells Mouse-Trap, ~and it's definitely got a beat.~ Not that he looks like it's making any of his personal playlists, but when he moves toward the, well, dancefloor, it's in time with the music. Still keeping an eye on the rabbit and the... lighting, but hey, dancing is =nearly= as good as fighting. He can work with this.

Frederick grunts as he shifts slowly back to his human form, the Get very obviously not in a hurry to follow the invitation to the party. He grumbles a low "At least that way, I have fingers for my ears..." as he watches the rabbit, then looks around. His eyes wander back to the dancing bunny, the Fenrir tilting his head to one side as he tries to figure out that spirit, "My teacher once said that dancin' ain't too different from fighting, both require timing and grace... but this is ridiculous."

Three-Mountains doesn't look like he's well versed in the concept of dance, at least perhaps not that which Bugs offers. He wrinkles up his nose and inches back to join the circle of Garou, his ears tipping back then forward then back again uncertainly. He's sniffing towards the rabbit, perhaps trying to discern if it's anything he's familiar with. Another eye remains on the dancing light. ~We weren't looking. I felt we needed to come here. We came. Did you call us? Who are you?~

Chuckling at the sight of a two Crinos garou dancing with a real life Buggs Bunny, Benny finally ends up shrugging and bending down as if to tie his shoeless feet and then begins to bend up and down as if pulling the crank rope of a push lawnmower. Next move and he is pushing along behind that same imaginary mower with a definite, if not exactly on beat, swaggering head bob and shoulder dip. The Rabbit seems to get more excited as the three garou consent to dance, the lights pulsing faster. Apparently willing to give in to Justin's request the music hits a crescendo and the Rabbit hits a disco like pose pointing upwards as the words, "I can't feel my face when I'm with you... but I love it... but I love it...." bounce around the clearing. The Rabbit wags a finger at Watcher and says, "Call you I did! But all must dance if they want answers from me! I am like the Sphinx, I am like the mysterious riddle in the night... with a love of dancing. Dance! Dance! Dance!"

Letting out a loud huff as he enters the dance floor, Mouse-Trap starts to do the robot, marching forward with stiff legs and arms as he bends forward, lets an arm dangle back and forth, then shuffles forward with a tilt of his head one way, than the other. He looks quite goofy as a robotic werewolf, but he will blame his lack of dancing skills on his white father.

Nope, he can't get away with that. Felix only has white parents, verging on translucent, and he's not too bad -- good rhythm, although he's never particularly tried to dance in Crinos before, and it's a bit awkward at first. He almost catches a toe on a root in the clearing, and shifts down to Glabro with an annoyed noise. Then he's damn good. Okay, he's doing John Travolta's Saturday Night Fever thing, but at least he's doing it well! And shamelessly. He also appears to be enjoying himself far more than he should be allowed to.

The Lupus looks to pack and non-pack with his ears slumped. Ugh, Homids and their bizarre mating rituals. Letting out a great huff, Watcher begins moving in a very unwolflike manner. It's a side to side shuffling as he bounces from paw to paw, like a far less graceful version of a weasel war dance on feet the size of dinnerplates. For a Galliard, he will not be winning any awards anytime soon. Wolves can't dance.

Frederick lets out a heavy sigh as he rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine, I'll bite." He comes closer to the clearing, trying quite awkwardly to figure out just what to do before he starts to ... move to the music. It could be considered dancing. In a rather broad sense, with some leeway in the definition of the word. Yes, it is more or less in sync with the music... or at least some music, not necessarily the one being heard right now, but there is some rhythm to his movements. Though it does look a bit more like he's doing a mix of a Kata and some shadow boxing. Either that or the parties he's been dancing at so far routinely end in the emergency ward of the local hospital. One can't say he isn't graceful, though. If someone adjusted the music to his movement, this could actually be considered aesthetically pleasing. Provided one is into outsider art, of course.

Benny continues to dance the lawn mower until he is joined up with the group, at which point he casts aside his mower and begins to do the sprinkler, thrusting his hips aggressively on each beat, his bottom lip bit and his eyes closed as if he is really busting a move. The Rabbit continues to dance for quite a while, the songs cycling through a variety of tunes and then all at once the Rabbit lifts his hands and claps once, the music and lights stopping and disappearing, leaving the clearing bathed in the light of the full moon. "Follow me! Be fleet of foot, or lost in the woods!" With that, the Rabbit turns and begins running swiftly, a rabbit in human clothing bounding on all four legs swiftly away from them.

As the music cuts off, Mouse-Trap looks relieved. ~Follow that buck!~ He turns and follows after as he shifts down into the hispo form, letting out a baying howl to the sky.

Felix actually looks just a bit disappointed when the rabbit stops the party, but shifts on into the near-wolf as well, chasing their guide nearly as eagerly. He tosses out a howl to meld with Justin's, exuberance more than anything else.

Three-Mountains is clearly relieved to be off the dancing hook. He gives himself a shake and frustrated growl before he pushes off the ground. He races on the heels of Mouse-Trap and echoes the howl. Unlike his dancing, the Galliard's baying is far more talented, clear and musical and wordlessly full of the joy of just cutting loose and running with everything he's got.

Frederick certainly does not mind when the dancing, and moreover the music, stops, at least chasing rabbits is closer to what he knows. The Fenrir sure does not waste a moment before dashing off behind the rabbit, not without commenting "No, really? I thought we should rather make a picnic" to Mouse-Trap before shifting to Hispo as well in mid-chase. Yes, he IS graceful. At least if dancing is not involved.

Benny shifts as well to his hispo form, and then pounds after the other garou. He is quick enough to catch up to the rest and he similarly howls out in excitement. The Rabbit is fast. Very fast. He slows just enough to allow the Garou to think they are catching up, then flies off again. Sometimes he outdistances them so far they can only catch the snowball tail sticking out of his jeans, or the tall ears sticking out of his hat. The path is long, far longer than they would have thought given the size of the park.

Panting with his tongue lolling out from the side of his mouth, Mouse-Trap continues to race after the rabbit through the umbral night. He gives another loud howl to the sky, letting the world know that coyotes are at play, and to be wary! ~He better not lead us to a furry convention!~

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake howls a counterpoint, shorter than it might be if he weren't running quite so hard at the moment. Mouse-Trap's worry gets a panting laugh. ~If he does, it better have drinks!~

~More to bite!~ Says Three-Mountains as he races after the rabbit, eyes keenly watching the bouncing white tail with a predator's intense focus. Oh right, wolves eat rabbits. With an adrenaline-fueled howl, he takes the challenge of the rapid-fire Bugs and lets the full moon's pull fuel his pace.

Frederick doesn't seem to notice the banter. He sees a cotton tail and a pair of floppy ears, belonging to a lagomorph that made him dance. That alone seems to be a good enough reason for the Fenrir to chase that tail. Plus, it's fun! Running as fast as his large paws carry him, the Get tries to close the distance to his prey.

The Bone Gnawer Theurge runs along, content to stay at the back of the pack, his eyes trained through the surging garou bodies to the rabbit running ahead of them. He howls out again in excitement. The Rabbit continues to lead them through the winding path which suddenly gets more difficult. Trees lay across the path here and there, causing the garou to either scurry underneath or attempt to bound over. The Rabbit continues on it's run, hardly slowing.

Benny pages: Over or under the tree?
You paged Benny with 'Over! :D'.
Benny pages: You trip and stumble, falling a little behind
You paged Benny with '...if necessary, onto it and then off again. But ideally over.'.
Long distance to Benny: Lets-Them-Eat-Cake laughs. Okay!

As he runs, Mouse-Trap takes the high road and propels himself over, sticks the landing, then continues on. He gives another loud bark to the bunny they chase. Where are we going?!

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake is much too into running to slow down enough to wriggle through beneath the tree, and gleefully leaps over instead. Even in Hispo, though, he's not exactly long-legged, and with the extra effort it takes for him to clear the thing, well, he doesn't quite stick the landing himself. He curses when he stumbles, and falls slightly behind, delayed but not harmed. A deep breath, and he tries to put on an extra burst of speed to make it up, though he was really already going about as quick as he can.

Some go high but Three-Mountains goes low when it comes to the trees. The lean coywolf slips under the trees with only a little bit of slowing so he doesn't run into it at full force. He clears it otherwise with ease and continues on his merry chase of the rabbit, howling back encouragement to the other Garou. ~Run, run faster! We can catch it!~

Frederick dodges the trunks as good as he can, his eyes staying right on the target as he rather easily manages to leap over the fallen trees, the Fenrir had very obviously quite a bit of training in running in rather impassable terrain, even in non-human form. What his training seemingly did not include, though, was the question how to handle it when the spot you planned to land on after leaping over a fallen trunk is already occupied by some other body that happened to be there already. As levitation was apparently also no part of the curriculum, the Get lands rather ungracefully on Lets-Them-Eat-Cake, tripping over the Gnawer and tumbling sideways into a bush. He recovers his footing, rumbling lowly as he emerges from the bush with twigs flying and tries to reconnect with the others chasing Bugs.

Benny trails far enough behind that he sees the Fenrir pancake Lets-Them-Eat-Cake and promptly scurries under the fallen tree after Three-Mountains. He can't help but chuff in his throat, a wolfen laugh, as he passes the pair of other garou. Ahead, Buggs suddenly disappears, and as the Garou charge after him they find out why. As they step out of the woodland path, they find themselves in the middle of a street. The pavement is cracked and scarred, and directly across from them is a ramshackle old house. The shutters hang crookedly and the lawn grows wild with weeds. Every window is broken out of the house and all inside is dark. If they look behind them, they will find the way to return gone, only a dirty concrete wall covered in thick Weaver web behind them, and several small Weaver spiders watching from further up the building.

Sliding to a stop, Mouse-Trap stares at the shack for a long moment, then gives a few sniffs of the air. ~Where did the furry go?~ He asks as he starts for the shack slowly, ears and tail upwards as he gives another growl. ~Those who can sense the wyrm do so. Three Mountains, use your super senses to try and catch something that is out of the ordinary outside of everything else going on."

Rage: >>> You rolled 4 dice at 4 diff (7 5 7 3): 3 successes. <<<

Stumbling was bad enough, but at being landed on, Let-Them-Eat-Cake's ears go further forward and the Get receives a particularly intense snarl, the rage in the Gnawer's veins welling up toward the surface. It doesn't break through, however, and he continues giving chase, skidding to a halt as they find themselves on the street, with no prey -- uh, guide -- in sight. He looks and listens around for signs of it, gaze settling on the wall behind them for a moment, then on the house, taking a couple padding steps toward it.

Three-Mountains would be joining Benny in a laugh but his claws are grinding on the pavement as he leaps the sudden transition from woodland to cityscape and derelict hovel and puts on the brakes. He grinds to a halt before hitting the sidewalk on the other side and looks over his shoulder towards the other Garou. A bewildered whine escapes him as there's a heavy wall where the woodlands had been. With Mouse-Trap's instruction, he calls on his gift of heightened senses.

Frederick's paws dig into the ground as he tries to catch up, his growl actually growing in volume as does the anger behind it, but at the sudden change of his surroundings he whips around, only to find the way back blocked. The Get's fur bristles as he pants after the high speed chase, ears pricked and teeth bared, and it doesn't take an expert in lupine body language to tell that this one is in a rather foul mood, somewhere between really badly pissed off and quite a bit uneasy. He takes a few steps down the street, up the street, towards the house, a low growl in his throat.

Sugar-Lips glances back over his shoulder and then promptly boils up to his crinos form. ~I guess this is what he said we were looking for? Some prize for dancing with him, eh? In the city surrounded by Weaver web and pattern spiders. Don't forget to keep an eye on them. They get brave from time to time.~ He jerks a clawed thumb up toward the Spiders watching them, even as he moves over to the yard of the house, flanking out to the left of Justin. The house itself exudes a foreboding aura, something sinister and otherworldly. Perhaps it is the shattered upper windows and door that make it look like they are walking into some demonic real estate demon's waiting maw.

~Ease up, Fenris son. Let's not run in there until we figure out what is going on first.~ Mouse Trap strafs to the left, trying to peek around the side of the house to catch if there is a yard behind it. Flexing his claws in and out a few times as he trots, he raises his nose for another sniff.

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake, in all honesty, was taking steps in that direction as well, but at Mouse-Trap's words, he adjusts his trajectory, heading to the right of the house to see if it's any different over there. He moves lightly, much less subtle about keeping an eye on his surroundings here than in the city.

Frederick's claws click on the pavement a few times as he rumbles ~Kick in the door. And see what is going on.~ He seems to be a proponent of the hands-on, direct approach. He does pace up and down, watching spiders, watching the door, watching the road, all the while the young Get keeps moving about, closer towards the house but at the same time keeping his distance. ~Find out what the backside looks like.~

~I hear sounds, like whines. Growls.~ Three-Mountains relays as his ears remain pricked towards the house. ~More noise, movement. Sounds of metal on wood, moving fast.~ The Lupus turns to regard his Ahroun friend, looking to the warrior for direction.

Sugar-Lips moves to the edge of the building, his ears canting backward as he listens to what Three-Mountains relays. He glances over to Mouse-Trap and says, ~Might send two around the back, three in front.... Or two in back, two in front, and someone climb up top and go in the upstairs window solo. Let's make a move.~ The house remains looking as ominous as ever.

Mouse-Trap moves towards the back yard along with Watcher as the two move together in unison. The lupus continues to relay information to the Ahroun as he sniffs and listens to the noises within the house. ~Sounds like something wants to get out. Be careful. Move in teams. Frederick, take the point.~ He calls out to the Fenrir.

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake may, from the way he eyes the place, be broadly inclined to the same sort plan (or lack thereof) as the Get, but as before, he obeys his instructions as soon as they're given. Since Mouse-Trap and Watcher are together heading back, that appears to put him teamed with Sugar-Lips, and he moves to join the Theurge, heading toward the front. Having recovered from the run, he's all coiled energy again, impatient to get inside.

Frederick rumbles quietly and grits his teeth, obviously not happy with the chain of command, but at least finally something is done. He growls a quiet ~Ok, let's go~ as he moves towards the front door, the Fenrir not bothering to look behind him, pretty much expecting the others to follow him. He approaches the front door directly, obviously a fan of direct assaults rather than elaborate schemes.

Sugar-Lips falls into step with the other two, casting a sideways glance and slight shake of his head toward Lets-Them-Eat-Cake at the Fenrir's apparent brashness. ~Do we want to make a plan before we roll in there? Or are we just going to fall in and hope everything is everything?~ he asks quietly as they move forward. As the three step up onto the slanted and decaying porch, nothing jumps out to grab at them. Likewise as Mouse-Trap and Three-Mountains move along the side of the house to the backyard, they find nothing awaiting them. Only an overgrown yard surrounded by a chain link fence, a busted grill, and an old shed situated toward the back of the yard.

To (Frederick, Lets-Them-Eat-Cake), Benny pages: As the three step up onto the porch, they can hear the metallic clicking coming from inside that Watcher had mentioned. Very very quickly

The pair of Mouse Trap and Three-Mountains moves seamlessly together, the Ahroun undedicates a pair of machetes that slip into his crinos paws as he shoots upwards into the war form from hispo. Grasping the handles tightly, he rumbles to the Uktena quietly as the Galliard glances about with a sniff. Yes, they are in agreement. They are being watched. Once the head to the backyard, Mouse-Trap moves towards the shed, flanked by his packmate.

You paged Benny with '#1 Does it seem like it's getting faster? and #2 I figure there's windows to the porch -- can they be glanced into?'.
Benny pages: It would almost seem like it is getting faster, but also moving around in the house, room to room. And they could be, but you won't glean much

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake glances sidelong to Sugar-Lips with a faint shrug, and like Justin, shifts into the warform as they approach their destination. ~Well... you got one?~ he asks the Theurge; it does not appear to be rhetorical. Doors aren't generally made for three Garou across, and with Frederick ahead of them, he pauses when they reach the porch and glances into one of the windows. ~Can't see nothin' useful, just hear it movin' 'tween the rooms. But... does that tickin' sound like it's gettin' faster to y'all?~

Frederick stops dead in his tracks and his ears swivel at the sound of metal clicking. He raises a paw, indicating he would like to listen to whatever is ticking and clicking inside. He slowly starts moving towards the house again, his voice quiet as he rumbles ~Fairly easy. Kick open door. Whatever is inside will react. Either come out, or give the others a chance to attack.~ He stops again, looking around. ~But what IS this?~

Sugar-Lips shrugs his shoulders helplessly, also glancing in one of the porch windows and coming to a similar conclusion as Lets-Them-Eat-Cake that you cannot see anything inside. Looking to Frederick he says, ~I don't know, but like Felix says, if it is moving that quickly from room to room, whatever is inside is pretty quick. If one of you will give me a boost, I'll go up top and squeeze in one of the upstairs windows. You two go in the front, I'm sure Justin and Watcher will come in the back. We can do a three pronged attack.~ The situation doesn't change for the three on the porch. In the back yard, as Justin and Watcher draw closer to the shed, they can definitely hear a rustling inside.

<OOC> Benny: Of course, the three on the porch have no way of knowing that Justin and Watcher are heading for the shed, not the back door.

Rolling to one side of the shed, Mouse Trap takes a stance, motioning Three Mountains into place as he crouches near the doors. Swiveling one machete in his paw, he uses the other to reach out to grab the door and yank it open as he steps back. The Uktena is prepared, teeth bared and ready to strike at whatever comes through, with the Ahroun at his 'three'.

~Sounds fun,~ Lets-Them-Eat-Cake tells his tribemate, and steps back off the porch, putting his hands in position to boost the Theurge up. Although possibly the Theurge will want a lighter form for the move, given sizes. Gotta fit through the window anyway, right? ~It sounds like some kinda clockwork toy,~ he says, ~only in a movie where 'steada windin' down they get faster an' explode. Prolly ain't, though.~ Once Sugar-Lips is where he needs to be, the Galliard moves in behind Frederick again.

Frederick grunts quietly as he watches the other two prepare a makeshift lift for Sugar-Lips. The Fenrir takes a few steps back down the hill in a preparation to take on the door. Fur bristling he snorts a soft ~We will find out in a moment. I open the door when he is ready.~ The Get turns his eyes up to the Theurge who climbs towards the windows, paws clawing at the ground underneath him as he prepares to kick, or rather, run in the door.

Sugar-Lips did indeed decide to take on a smaller form, shifting to his homid shape and remaining as such, even when on the roof. Obviously thinking that would be the preferable form for stealth. He creeps across the roof toward a broken window. He crouches before it and peeks inside, and then throws a nod over his shoulder and slips inside and out of view. Immediately following the entrance of Benny, the clicking inside grinds to a sudden stop. A beat, and then an ear splitting screech and roar erupts within the house, the force of the bellow loud enough to shatter what remains of the glass in the windows, small shards flying outward into the yard, likely peppering Felix and Frederick on the front lawn. As Mouse-Trap rips open the door of the shed, action is found there as well. What appears to be the spiritual representation of quite a few tools falls outward and clangs to the ground in front of Three-Mountains. A yelp from within accompanies the roar from the house and quite a few spirits race out of the shed, a dog, cat, raccoon, pigeon... all racing out and apparently far, far, away from whatever is inside the house.

As the tools tumble out before them, Watcher leaps back with bared teeth, then gives a confused noise in his throat as he peeks into the shed, then back to Mouse-Trap. As the screech and roar shatters the night, as well as the windows, the pair turns to the house. With a loud snarl, the ahroun rushes forward to the back door and throws out a hard kick to try and send it shattering inwards before stepping inside. The Uktena hispo is at his heels of his packate as the rush in through the house in challenge.

Frederick turns his head away for a moment as the shattering glass flies towards him, shaking his body to shed the shards before he starts his assault at the door. If that shriek isn't a good enough starting signal, what is? The Fenrir in Hispo digs his paws into the ground, sending dirt flying backwards as he dashes towards the door, determined to find out whether it can withstand the broad shoulder he plans to burst it open with. And maybe make it a nice greeting to whatever is waiting inside for them.

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake nods back to Benny, and as he steps to the porch, well, shrieking glass shower. Yeah, that seems like a starting gun. He growls at the shards, shaking them out of his fur as well, and heads in quickly behind the Philodox, teeth bared and claws ready to rend... well, whatever seems appropriate. Surely a shack's door can't stand up to the might of a rushing Hispo, but if it somehow did, at least he's got a fair amount of force he could add.

The Bone Gnawer Ahroun's charge into the back door is met with a loud splintering sound, the top of the door cracking, but the middle not budging. A closer look through the now shattered glass set into the door will reveal a heavy beam set across the back door. The Fenrir's charge on the front porch is met with more success, the crooked door blowing clear off its hinges and across the room. As the two garou in front step inside the house the sight that meets their eyes is a strange one. The door that Frederick knocked off the frame has flown across the living room and slammed into a very large monster. Standing on eight arachnid like legs, each encased in a hard exoskeleton(the clicking) the beast of the broken house on Umbral street turns to face them. Its top half is encased in the same hard like armor, two huge arms capped off by huge lobster like pincers. Its head is insectile, four eyes glinting in the relative darkness of the house peer unblinkingly down at the garou and then the loud snapping of both pincers clamping closed as they reach out toward the Fenrir and Bone Gnawer.

Snarling, Mouse Trap lunges forward and pushes the beam upwards with his Crinos strength. Three-Mountains blurs forward through the hole the Ahroun makes and barrels for the monster as he focuses upon a gift to allow him to run up the wall, then leaps forward, diving for the creature and looking to tear into it with his powerful hispo jaws. Shrugging the beam to the side, the Gnawer lurches forward, wielding both machetes as he comes in behind Three-Mountains for his own attack as he will attempt to topple the monster with his falling touch.

Frederick shakes his body after he bursts through the door, a loud roar coming from him, almost like a challenge to whatever or whoever may be inside, head turning to find his enemy. Spotting it, the Fenrir starts to circle it towards the left, head lowered as he prepares for assault or evasion, whatever may be the more appropriate reaction, moving to the side to force the monster to decide whether he wants to face him or the Gnawer instead of having both of them in front. He snarls menacingly at the beast, giving it a very good idea just who it should better keep its eyes on provided it values its life.

Snarls from all sides! Lets-Them-Eat-Cake gets his in as well, ears forward and weight balanced between his feet as he moves the opposite direction from Frederick; time to find out how far around those spidery eyes can focus, not to mention the mind. When the pincers snap in his direction, he goes to duck to the side and inward, aiming to get behind them and sink his claws into the join where they meet the arm. Hey, he's seen people eat lobster, maybe these pincers can get ripped off there too.

The beast seems to indeed be more focused on Frederick. He concentrates his attack primarily on the Fenrir, Felix easily being about to leap out of the way and get inside the monsters claw attack and to attack at the claw. The attack is met with mostly scrabbling along the thick exoskeleton of the monster, the joints where the claw joins the arm apparently quite tight. Frederick does take a lick from the claw coming his way, the clicking pincer not managing to grasp the Fenrir, but it does knock him back and against the wall of the house. The attack from Three-Mountains catches the beast by surprise, the Hispo teeth closing in on the exoskeleton which taste quite nasty. The armor is tough, not giving easily at all. Justin is slowed by the door and doesn't make it in quick enough to attack this round. Sounds from up above can be heard, a vicious ripping from the room directly ahead, and slamming of something above.

Digging his teeth into the exo-skeleton, Three-Mountains back peddles as he tries to yank part of the armor free and expose the meat of the creature if possible. Now that he has joined the fray, the Gnawer gives a shout to draw attention if possible, then leaps forward in an attempt to ram the creature with his shoulder, and use the force of his weight to carry the creature over.

Frederick takes a leap upwards and back as the claw aims for him, looking somewhat amusing but nonetheless efficient at almost dodging it. He takes a moment to regain his balance, teeth bared as he ROARS at the beast, the large wolf actually managing to look larger even, but he does keep his distance, at least for now, as long as the beast chooses him as its target. He stays ducked in front of that beast, any movement away is met with a quick snap of his teeth towards the beast's head, almost like trying to ensure it does not forget just who is its worst enemy.

You paged Benny with 'From down here, does the joint where the arm meets the main body look significantly less tight?'.
Benny pages: There is a visible, though not huge gap in the arm joint, larger in the arm pit
You paged Benny with 'Thanks. :)'.

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake's teachers would probably be pleased to see he has a Plan B, if it weren't for the fact that it didn't exist until after Plan A failed. He digs into that pincer joint for purchase instead and goes to climb the arm -- maybe that armpit joint's easier to get into and he can manage it from there. If not, well, gets him closer to those eyes up there, and those are always good. His ears twitch at the sound of Things happening upstairs, and of the beginning of exoskeleton-cracking below.

<OOC> Benny: Can I just say, I am overjoyed with everyone ignoring a likely dying Benny all alone upstairs and continuing to fight away down here, regardless of your comrade in arms!
<OOC> Lets-Them-Eat-Cake snirks. You should be pleased with their faith in him.

As Watcher continues to chew and rip at the exo skeleton, it does indeed begin to peel away slowly, the flesh underneath glistening wetly and black inky blood splashing out onto the floor. The beast obviously was not ready for so many attackers, his arm shaking wildly, but unable to dislodge Lets-Them-Eat-Cake, though making it harder for the Gnawer to get at the armpit joint. As the beast reaches out to attack Frederick once more, Mouse-Trap is just in time as he slams into the beast, and manages to stagger it, causing the pincer to only just clip on the Fenrir tail taking the end clean off, and sending the beast crashing toward the front wall of the house. It doesn't fall, but is off balance. Above, the ripping continues, and soon a hole is torn from the upper room into the lower. Sugar-Lips sticks his head through the hole and views the battle upside down. ~Freddy, the head! Go for the head! There is a gap in the armor at the neck!~

Frederick yips as his tail tip gets cut off, causing him to get quite a bit angry rather than intimidated and while so far it seemed to be a bit more of a game for him than a fight, this did get him worked up it seems. A roar comes from his throat as the general idea of strategy and tactical approach seems to go out the window as he leaps directly at the beast, its head obviously being the target of his assault. Jaws opening his sharp fangs aim for the beast's throat ... or what could be considered something like this.

The Fenrir seems like he's got Sugar-Lips's advice handled, and the Theurge seems to be doing okay up through his hole, so Cake goes with trying to keep the pincer out of play -- at least the way he already is, though he aims to bite at that arm opening, as well. If he can at least get it, maybe his weight will be enough to handle the rest. If nothing else, it can't do anything good for the creature's balance.

As everyone seems to dog pile the monster, Mouse Trap and Three Mountains continues on with their current scheme. As the Uktena yanks back the armor plating, the ahroun rushes in, leaps forward, then looks to drive the pair of machetes into the exposed meat with a loud roar of emotion. With his crinos weight slamming down upon the monster, he hopes to give the Fenrir the advantage he needs to tear it's head off.

Sugar-Lips' head retracts from the hole he has made. Ripping sounds again, the hole widening a bit and then down drops the Theurge through the hole. As Lets-Them-Eat-Cake angles a bite for the beasts armpit, he manages to sink his teeth into flesh, though it isn't doing a lot of damage as he is mostly held up by clinging to the arm, he does seem to be weighing down the arm enough that it is for the most part out of the fight. As Frederick climbs up to the beasts head, he finds the crease between the chest plate and head, an opening to the neck. Three-Mountains and Justin's team effort is working, the beast shrieks loudly once more, this time in agony as the machetes find their way into its body beneath the armor, causing all of the assembled garou pain from the closeness and volume of the screech. The beast spins around with a tail whip that catches Sugar-Lips full on as he is dazed from the screech, lifting the crinos easily and shoving him all the way through the wall of the room into the next.

<OOC> Benny: Everyone has a -2 to all rolls due to the screech. Any action will be harder unless you burn a willpower to resist.
<OOC> Benny: Can page if you would like to burn.
Long distance to Benny: Lets-Them-Eat-Cake would like to.
Benny pages: Roger

Frederick sinks his teeth into the monster's throat, shoving his muzzle in that opening between chest plate and head and closing those teeth around it, clinging to it. The beast may be large, but a Hispo hanging around its neck should cause it concern, or at the very least limit its ability to move. The screech causes him to flatten his ears to his head, eyes closing for a moment before a roar comes from his throat, eyes opening, ears flicking as they turn forwards, a paw actually punching against the beast's head, almost like the Get wanting to slap it for making such an obnoxious noise. His body flails as he tries to keep his position, eyes searching for the claws and the young Garou tries to find a spot where the claws may not reach him properly, with the chitin armor maybe limiting their movement in the closer vicinity of the monster's body. At any rate, he seems determined to keep his position, jaws locked around the beast's throat, for even monsters, at least hopefully, need to breathe, something that might be hard to do with a closed wind pipe.

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake continues working on at least keeping half the claws away from the other Garou, wincing at the screech and biting the creature again almost as much to express his displeasure as to further incapacitate it. He keeps hold as well as he can when the arachnid spins around; it's like a really annoying-sounding, bad-tasting, dangerous carnival ride! ...so nearly any carnival ride, really.

Three-Mountains continues his death grip on the beast's exoskeleton, using powerful Hispo jaws to keep trying to wrench more and more of the plating off the beast to allow the others more room to get at the good bits. Though his ears flatten and fur bristles at the piercing scream, the coywolf Uktena continues with his assault undaunted.

Wincing at the loud scream, Mouse-Trap holds on to the machetes, then yanks them out, just to plunge them back in again as he wills himself through the battle. With a loud growl of rage, he howls out to the beast, ~DIE MOTHER FUCKER!~

Sugar-Lips yelps as the spiked tail catches him in the ribs, piercing his skin and shattering a few ribs as he is lifted and launched through the wall, plaster and wood showering him and clouding around him as he is sent to sprawl on the floor of the next room over. ~Fuck me!~ he grunts as he sits up, holding a crinos paw over his ribs and pulling it away covered in blood. ~That ugly son of a bitch...~ he intones as he clambers to his feet and moves back through the crinos shaped hole he just made in the wall to rejoin the fight. The monster seems to be wearing down, as Lets-Them-Eat-Cake bites once more on the arm he finds tendons and muscles and a yank, aided by the monster's thrashing makes the arm go limp finally. Frederick also finds similar success as he begins to tear deeply into the flesh of the neck, blood spilling down the front of the beast and running down the chest plate. The beast begins to sink down on it's left side, the wall holding it up as it weakly attempts to reach behind it with it's free arm and grab Three-Mountains in it's pincer. It tugs the Hispo off of it and hurls it through the front window of the house, but also aides the Hispo in completely pulling the section of exoskeleton away with it, exposing the raw flesh completely to Mouse-Trap who now has free reign to stab deeply into its back.

Frederick snarls at the beast with increasing volume as he notices the beast's attempt to get rid of the other Garou, the Fenrir obviously wanting to be the center of attention here. A paw strikes the monster's many eyes, clawing right across them as he clings to its neck, the Hispo looking like some rather odd pendant as he dangles freely there but those jaws stay where they are.

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake gives a maliciously satisfied growl as the creature's arm goes limp, pulling his teeth out of the meat. He tries to climb further up the arm and onto the thing's back, claws pressing into flesh and trying to dig into the exoskeleton's seams like crampons, aiming to get behind the thing's head and see whether there's a usable gap on that side of the neck as well, so he can get some more biting in. After all, two massive sharp-toothed heads are better than one.

Fling! And there goes Three-Mountains through the window like an uninvited vacuum salesman. Glass crashes and the Hispo's heavy body impacts with the porch and skids right off the end with a most indignant grunt. He spits out the skeletal plate and growls back towards the window. He's scrambling back to his paws and comes barreling back towards the window with a roar to back up his pack.

There is a blur of motion from the Ahroun as Mouse-Trap slides his claws off the metal hide of the enemy, sharpening them with one of Gaia's gifts, then starts to hack and slash into the enemy with his razor claws. He burns through his rage now as he screams out at the enemy, looking to yank and tear hunks of meat away.

As the beast slumps further against the wall weakly, Sugar-Lips charges forward and flings his body at the monster's legs in a cross body block wiping out the beasts good legs and causing the monster to fall. As the two garou up top begin to attack the weak point of the monster, blood begins to spurt in great amounts. Mouse-Trap's razor claws do quick work on the monster's exposed back flesh, and soon they have carved deeply into the flesh. After a few moments, the monster's head comes off completely as the garou have worked the neck clean in half. As the head rolls down and thuds onto the floor, the beast finally ceases to fight back, dead.

Frederick 's teeth snap closed as the head separates from the body, the Get shaking his own head as the beast's foul blood spills over him, eyes closing and he rolls out underneath the collapsing pile of chitin. He lifts his head, snorts, shaking himself again as if to get rid of the liquid dripping down his forelegs, snorting ~That all?~ with his upper lip curling upwards. It may look odd, but it seems wolves are capable of sneering.

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake shakes gore off his fur as well, and foul-tasting saliva out of his mouth for a moment when the head falls free. ~That's fuckin' right,~ he informs the corpse, still up on its back, head high and tail straight out level with his spine. He glances around, ears pricked for signs of anything else around that isn't yet dead, and can profitably be made so. ~Dunno. Sugar-Lips, you saw the most of the place so far, anything else?~ Teasing, but serious question.

Three-Mountains rejoins the party as the beast falls and the Galliard regards the monster with a sour stare and baring of his teeth. The Fenrir's question is given a flick of his ear as a sort of 'hang on' and he lifts his head higher, ears turning this way and that and nostrils flaring wide as he calls on his heightened senses to see if anything else is lurking around.

Covered in gore, Mouse Trap gives the fading body a quick kick, then slides the machetes into his straps that hang off his shoulders. He starts away from the group with a growl. ~Let's sweep the house and see what else we can find. Gotta be a reason why we were summoned here.~

Benny shifts back down to his homid form and shifts his eyes sideways at Felix. "Really funny, there's one in every crowd." Considering it true enough that he has been in most of the rooms of the house he shakes his head to Justin and says, "Nothing upstairs, just one big room. Nothing in that room either except some old shitty furniture." He points to the wall he went through. "House seems empty," he finishes. About this time some familiar multi colored lights flick into life outside the house and begin swaying around, casting their colorful glow through the shattered windows. "Damn, this again. I need a fucking drink," he intones, lifting his shirt to peek at the puncture and brusing ribs where the tail got him.

Frederick whips around as the light show starts outside, the Fenrir growling, more a grumble as he spots just what returned. ~Don't know what's worse~ he mutters, more to himself, as he pokes the large wolf head out the window Three-Mountains opened up to see what's going on. His tail, or what's left, is held up high, yes, the Get's in a pretty good mood now. Whether it is due to the prospect of the dancing bunny is debatable, though.

The pair of Mouse Trap and Three Mountains once again comes together to investigate the dancing lights. As it seems the Uktena does not sense anything, he gives a soft chuff to his pack mates. Giving a quick, wolfish grin to the others, he steps outside easily as he swings his arms back and forth at his sides.

~Always nice to be appreciated,~ Cake says, grinning toothily at Benny, and given his current form that's really saying something. He hops down off the corpse, looking ready to check out other rooms, but then: lights. Already in a pretty good mood as well, and the return of the bunny (or at least his dance lights) doesn't dim his at all. He looks toward the hole in the wall to see what's going on there as well.

Benny grimaces a bit as he walks over to the door and out onto the porch. The Rabbit is indeed back and he smiles at the garou and claps his hands. "Oh good job, good job!" he exclaims happily.

Frederick snorts quietly as he exhales, the young Get shifting back into his human form, wincing slightly as he notices what the loss of his tail tip means in this form. He casts a glance at the spider-monster they ripped apart, standing near the door but not feeling any pressing urge to be the first one to go out to the dancing bunny. Instead he just enjoys the sight of the dead spider monster, and yes, he does even smile. "Well, it was a good job...", he remarks as he waits for the others, pointedly NOT taking point this time.

Giving a nod of his head, Mouse Trap rumbles out to the rabbit. ~Yes, we worked well together. Why did you bring us here though? Just to kill one monster?~ Three Mountains also huffs in agreement with his packmate, staring at the spirit with curiously perked ears.

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake follows his packmates, leaning up against the side of the house once he's out there. ~I dunno, that'd seem like a reasonable reason to me,~ he says, with a slight shrug, ~Pretty much fits what we were plannin' for the evenin' anyway, except the bits of patrollin' we ain't finished yet.~

Benny stands on the porch watching, one hand over his wound. The Rabbit smiles knowingly and spins quickly, the lights gliding in and spinning with him turning it into a blinding multicolored swirl. All at once the lights flash back out and Ohno the Coyote stands before them giggling. "Ahhahahaha, got you I did. All of you. Even the Fenris wolfie danced with me! And not just one random monster, a baddie bad monster. You set the spirits in the shed free didn't you?"

Mouse-Trap gives a nod of his head. ~I had a feeling it was you. You're so random, OhNo.~ He grins widely as he motions towards him, speaking to Frederick. ~Our pack totem. The ever-cunning OhNo. Told you he was hilarious.~ With a sniff of the air, he says, ~Yes, I free'd the spirits from the shed. If that was our mission, then I am glad we were successful. Glory and wisdom for us.~

Frederick squints as he tries to look against the light, then suddenly, as they vanish, he opens them, trying to find out just what this ... thing may be. He shakes his head as he steps out the door, looking at the transformed spirit as he rubs his lower back. "Hilarious, eh? Guess we differ a li'l in what we find funny."

Felix melts down into homid, and grins at Ohno. "You want me to dance with you, all you really gotta do is ask," he tells the Totem. "Ain't exactly the kind of thing I wouldn't usually do." A slight pause. "...watchin' the rest of 'em was pretty funny, though."

Benny cracks a smile and then chuckles as the TF totem is revealed. "Well that explains a lot," he says. The Coyote looks quite proud of himself, even more so when Frederick seems to be such a stick in the mud. "Come now, Freddy. You should know as much as any how short lived the Garou life can be. Uproot that stick and live a little." Turning his attention back to Justin, Ohno explains, "That beastie was capturing spirits and eating them to absorb their essence and grow more powerful. So you can see, he was quite the thorn in our sides."

Mouse-Trap nods his head again in understanding. ~Gotcha. Well then. Looks like we did what we do best. Not get killed!~ He looks over to Frederick and Benny with a wry smile upon his crinos face. ~You two should join the pack. We all worked well together.~

Frederick eyes the coyote spirit, the Get offering a wry smile to him as he looks around briefly, slowly strolling down the porch. "Life's short. I know. That does not mean that it's a joke, though." He watches the spirit for a moment before he looks back at Mouse-Trap. "I can't really say I'm convinced. I'm not that good a dancer, you see. I'm more a fighter myself."

Three-Mountains has ambled along with his pack plus two after the battle was over. As he sees his totem show himself, the coywolf gives a gleeful wag of his tail to the spirit he shares a common bond with and a quick, short, but cheery howl. ~Ohno! Good trick. The spirits are free, I watched them go.~ As talk shifts to the battle, the Lupus gives an agreeable indication. ~We fought well. We are not a pack of war but battles happen.~

"I'm a big fan of not gettin' killed," Felix says to Mouse-Trap, with a solemn nod. Ohno's advice to the Get gets a smirk, which only increases a bit at the Ahroun's suggestion, and he glances skyward at Frederick's response. "He ain't gonna want to," he says casually to Justin, "'cause of previously mentioned stick. And 'cause he still thinks who he happened to get born to makes him better'n us." He shrugs, and stretches. "Anyway, that was fun. Y'all hungry? Or we got more to deal with just now?"

OhNo cocks his head to the side as he looks at the Fenrir, blinking slowly. ~And did I not lead you to combat? Glorious battle that any Fenrir Ahroun would be happy to take part in. You have done a great service to the Soirit realm, and slayed a beast of the Wyrm, is that not what you were called to do? Did I lead you astray?"

~He got you there, Freddy. He led us to glory and we came out glorious.~ Mouse Trap says with a cackle towards the Fenrir. ~We do not dance every time we go to battle. That was just for fun. But, we won the fight! We always will, because we are strong. We are friends.~

Frederick watches the spirit, shaking his head. "Astray? More ... roundabout, I think is the word. What's with the dancing? The chase? You want us to kill a monster. Ok. Great! We'll gladly do that! Hey, that's right down our road. Mine at least." He shrugs slightly, pondering for a moment as Mouse-Trap speaks. "Well, yeah, anyway. Was a good fight." He rubs his back. "Mostly. I'm just no fan of bugs, that's all."

Mouse-Trap gives a grin to Frederick. ~The better to stomp on their heads then, huh?~

"So how come y'all ain't hangin' out in Glabro or somethin' while you got those souvenirs?" Felix asks, glancing at the non-pack-members' wounds with mild curiosity. "Makin' 'em last?" Since they're still hanging around, he wanders over to the porch, poking at the wood of its railing and then climbing up onto it if it doesn't seem inclined to fall apart when breathed on.

Benny pages: It breaks
Long distance to Benny: Felix grins. Figured it might.
>>> You rolled 5 dice at 6 diff (2 3 7 5 8): 2 successes. <<<
Long distance to Benny: Felix assumes when climbed on, not when poked at? Though I can go with either.
Benny pages: When climbed on

OhNo looks from Frederick to Benny and then nods to Justin. "I like them as well. They would make welcome additions to Tactical Frivolity." To Freddy he says, "And if you will be a bit more playful, I will take you to glory."

Frederick looks from one to the next, the Get's eyes resting on Felix for the moment. "Me? 'cause it ain't something to flaunt if some part of you is missing." He grumbles quietly and shrugs at the proposal. "Best I can say is I'll think 'bout it. To be honest, I didn't quite consider Coyote as a totem... for one reason or another".

Justin snickers in amusement and takes his glabro form after a few moments. "Either way, good game to all of you. It was a fun ride. I'm glad we had the chance to get some bonding and glory in. Shall we head back home?"

The porch railing is a trooper when breathed on, and keeps a stiff upper lip when poked, but climbing... that, as might be expected, is just too much. Felix's eyes widen and he yelps when it cracks underneath him, grabbing one-handed at the corner support -- which doesn't take it all that well either -- and ending up dropping off from there. He lands what might actually have been a pretty decent landing if it weren't right on the edge of one of the fallen pieces, and with the aid of physics, falls off of =that= as well, though at least at that height off the ground it's more of a stumble. He gives the broken piece an accusing look, then snickers, turning to give the group a sweeping bow. "Ain't missin' any worse in Glabro than it is right now, an' it'd stop bein' quicker," he points out to the Get as he straightens and lifts his foot enough to rotate the ankle experimentally. It must come out as fine enough, since he settles his weight onto it again. "Home sounds good to me. Also, pizza or burgers or some shit."

Benny nods his head and says, "Well count me in. I can handle having fun. There aint no stick up my ass!" He tosses a wink Frederick's way and says, "No offense Freddy." OhNo cackles at this, spins thrice in place and disappears. When he is gone, the same path they followed to get here opens in the concrete wall across from them.

Frederick shoots Benny a LOOK and was about to answer when the spirit starts spinning and poofs out of existence. The Get stops and shakes his head, gesturing to the path with a nod. "Food, fine. Let's get outta here, I'd like to get away from this weird shit."

~Coyote is a totem who teaches in ways others do not. There are many ways to learn.~ Three-Mountains says towards Frederick. He looks towards the other Garou then as the path reappears and gives his tail a quick whisk. ~I am hungry. I want milkshakes.~ That's not food, but okay. And barring anything stopping him, he's trotting his way down the path to head back to the glade.

"Milkshakes sound great. Let's get Mickey D's." Justin says as he starts down the path that opens for them with a huge grin on his face, strutting as if he owns the place. "I'm sure they got a holiday shake down there, some kinda pumpkin or whatever. I'm also down for some fries."

Felix grins at Benny, pretty clearly both for the counting in and the stick remark, since it widens a touch more at the latter. Watcher's remark about Coyote gets a nod, and he saunters on down the path with his pack (and Frederick) with his hands in his pockets and much the same general aura as Justin. "Milkshakes," he agrees, "and half the Big Macs in the state."