Cresent's Edge Sept
- Wally Walks-Through-Walls, Master of geography
((The Storyteller Emails Bobby's player with the following message.)) >One day, when you are staring over the side of the cliff, you think you >hear singing on the wind. A few moments later, the singing grows more >distinct - almost crystalline & pure in its tone. You see someone in >the corner of your eyes - a half naked woman sitting on a rock. You look >up to look directly at her. > >There's no one there. > >There is no music either. ((The player sends this reply.)) Bobby rationalizes it as the spirits telling him that Mateing season is comeing...
Wally noticed that Niko was not speaking much, so he checked him out and realised that i have been unconscious for like an hour, all damage aggrivated.... Wally: Can anybody help me wake up Niko?
Bob and I are being alone at Niko's house and we are wanting the pop corn. But we are being alone and we are always being told not ever to be usuing the Weaver Taint in the place-for-food. So we are going to the Umbra and we are asking nicely the corn to be popping. . . . A little while later Niko comes home and wonders what is up with all the white curtains in the windows. He opens the front door and is swept off his feet by a wave of popcorn and two cubs. Cubs: Weeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Niko: Ahhhhhh! You guys are going to clean this up! So start eating RIGHT NOW! Hits-Her-Mark: We are not being able to be eathing this . . . There is being no seasoned salt on it . . .
Dawn's-Fury: This sucks, I'm new to this Sept, I don't even know this guy and now he's dying. Nightbird: This is MMX, he's one of the Sept Elders. Dawn's-Fury: He's a *Sept Elder*? Nightbird: Ay. Dawn's-Fury: WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN ME INTO????
Niko: So there's a fire elamental in front of me, I'm in crynos standing in a snow drift, and she's up in a window? Storyteller: Yup. Niko: I start throwing snowballs at her. . .
There's 2 of us and we're both cubs, we've just met and I've been instructed to take him to the kitchen for something to eat. Now he's a metis and I'm a Lupis and we're both Bone Gnawers which, coincidentally, in our minds meant that when we were costuming for these characters it meant that we needed to wear pants that were WAY too big for us. So he stops me in the middle of the hall because he needs to tie his rope belt tighter and hitch up his pants (which were not only huge on him but also unzipped and unbuttoned reveling a pair of boxers with an actually rather nice pattern on them). At which point I realized that I needed to do the same. (Though mine were zipped and buttoned.) Now I hear something and look up to see the Sept Leader who has turned the corner and is now wondering silently why the two of us are in a secluded part of the house fiddling with our pants. "The Bone Gnawers take time out to fix their pants. . ." ::tuck tuck::-Lauren & Bob
Two Bone Gnawers and a Fionna . . . All cubs . . . All Galliards . . . Therefor it should come as no suprise they formed the only penny whistle, kazoo, and coke can ensamble to be found anywhere.
The Homid: Okay, everybody revert to bread form.
::points to self:: I get the bed
::points to metis:: You're to big to sleep on anything
without crushing it. So . . .
::points to lupis:: you get the couch and he get's the floor.
-Michael
::A player walks in from the backyard OOC to get something to drink:: Random Person: How's the Umbral Quest going? Pasificus: Not bad, but we're getting our butts kicked by giant, tainted, stalks of corn.
"I don't really know what happened to Pissed-As-A-Newt. He apparently ran into Coyote and came back smelling of eggs, bacon, and large quantities of tabasco sause. It was just . . . wrong."-Clear-Spring-of-Thought
Storyteller's Voice: Okay so you've entered Eribus. . . Hits-Her-Mark: Oh, that's something I didn't want to hear. MMX: It's better then, "Okay, you're now out of willpower."
Twist-of-Fate: So *after* we go through Garou Hell, defeet Ceribus, find the Wyrm tainted fetishes, and spring the trap nearly drowning us all. . . THAT'S when things started to get *REALLY* tough. . . . Hits-Her-Mark: So if you want to be a member of the Vox, you have to loose ALL your rage, ALL your gnosis, ALL your willpower, nearly DIE . . . And then their totem get's a crack at you???"
(SLP: Cresent's Edge - Lupis Cub Faux Pas)
"Are you a metis?"
(SLP:Cresent's Edge - Minits. . .)
"Yeah, we're going to a place called 'The Abyss'. Bring a flashlight." -Michelf, Offical Vox Tenare Stenographer
"I think *Thursday* is a better day to die."
"Oh, damn. . . Oh! I *won*! That's good! YES!!!"
"We love our hairless kinfolk."
"I'm unconscious. . . but I'm STILL over confident!"
"I WANT SCREAMS!"
"Can I Dodge *IN*?"
"You Theurges are driving me nuts! I'M TALKIN' TO #$%& BATTERIES!
"No matter what game I play, I get L.A.W. Rockets shot at me. . ."
"Strawberry flavored talens! Yea!"
"Suplies!"
"You won't need Gnosis if you go into one of those factories and we blow the place up!
"Back her off..." *chack*chack* "I'm gonna recharge."
"The _rite_ didn't kill that kinfolk! Our _Totem_ did!"
"Yup, just a standerd, rickety ol' werehouse with a famori guard."
"Anybody who tiles their pool with credit cards is of the wyrm."
"I'm a sleepy lizard."
"Sure! We can whipe out a large chunck of a Pentex instalation,
but we can't get this damn lizard to wake up!"
"Can you use the word "smelting" after we've been gaming for almost 12 hours?"
"I thought this was a Garou game but it's turned out to be Final Fantisy 7!"
((If you're reading this, and you're from the Cresent's Edge Sept... Ask any of the Vox about their Amazon Calander and "Miss November".))
(SLP: Cresent's Edge - Thirsts-For-Respect Walks Into a Trap and Looses His Eyes)
StoryTeller: We should test to see if you go into shock. . . TFR: Really? StroyTeller: Yeah. . .Oh! Wait a sec! What am I thinking? You go into shock at the least little thing! Wally: Heh, it's a nice sunny day. . .somebody hands you a pina colada and . . .AAHHHHHHH!!!
(SLP:Cresent's Edge - Amazon OOGA)
StoryTeller: Is anybody doing anything here? Windwalker: I'm gonna try to awaken a bullet. ((He tests and succeeds.)) StoryTeller: It works. . . WAAAAAA! BOOM! It explodes, takes off a finger. Windwalker: Well. . .That. . .Kinda. . .Sucks. StoryTeller: ...Bunch of other Theurges come up to you going "Don't you know *not* to do that?!" Thirsts-For-Respect: Well, he knows *now*.
(Oh Dear. . .)
Finder: So. . .If you awaken the spirit of a *&#@%$ does it react in the same way as a bullet? ((Laughter)) Windwalker: Heh. . .take off another finger. . . ((More Laughter)) Niko: Hay, where be dem kinfolk women? StoryTeller: Honest Alpha! I was just doing the Rite of Spirit Awakening and I went *BLIND* for no reason!
(SLP: Cresent's Edge - When Cleaths Have Nothing Else To Do.)
Wally: How do you awaken something? Windwalker: You...just kinda, talk to it until it answers... StoryTeller: Is anybody doing anything here? Wally: I've been watching them Awaken all this stuff. I'm gonna concentrate and spend some time talking to this battery. Niko: Right on! Teach yourself!!! ((StoryTeller decides to let Wally test, they tie, Wally spends two hours talking and/or trying to hear the battery)) StoryTeller: You hear *something* but your not sure. . . You think it's asking for a beer. Wally: Okay. I'll go get a beer and pour some on the battery 'cause I got nothing better to do. ((Wally's pack, The Vox Tonare, applaud his pathetic attempts as the battery fizzles and shorts out from the warm beer.))-Wally Walks-Through-Walls
(SLP: Cresent's Edge - He's Persistent... Ya Gotta Give Him That.)
Wally: You ever try to talk to a generator? ...Boring. I talked to it about things I thought it would like: Amperage, voltage...and I think it told me to Shut Up. Windwalker: *I* think it told you _It_ wanted a beer too. Wally: . . . Shut up.
(SLP: Crescent's Edge - When Kinfolk Mess With Armerments...)
StoryTeller: Well, you've managed to hot-wire it and. . . Hay look! A computer guidance system! This can't be much different then Missile Command! ...can it?
(SLP: Cresent's Edge - A conversation about a fetish called "Laying Down the L.A.W.)
Finder: Ah yes, MMX told me of this thing. It is cylindrical, and the fire it comes out. . . NPC Glass Walker: Nah man, not fire. . .L.A.W. Rockets, and you never have to reload it... Niko: Right On. NPCGW: And the *coolest* thing is. . .when you fire, it automatically homes in on somebody deserving of Gaia's Vengeance. Niko: Boy could we use one of *those* back at our Caern.
(SLP: Cresent's Edge - The Vox Honor KingThunder)
Pack Vox Tenare does a rite in honor of the totem KingThunder. StoryTeller: Everybody loose one point of permenent Gnosis. Wally: ...And I just bought that point too. At the end of it KingThunder shows his favor by striking them with lightning...They all just stay there on the ground for a while... Leaves-Blowing-In-Wind: Was that good ting, or bad ting? Windwalker: Ouch. Niko: That was *so* cool! StoryTeller: So you all are communing with the ground, the kinfolk has ringing in his ears, and Finder is sitting in the corner smoking her pipe. Niko: Oh, we're smoking...just not with a pipe is all. Leaves-Blowing-In-Wind: Man, we shoulda been holding TV Dinners during that rite.
(SLP: Cresent's Edge - The Interrogation...)
... StoryTeller: He's having a heart attack... Windwalker: Mother's Touch, no he's not. ((He tests and wins)) Windwalker: Okay sir, the bad news is... You're going to live. Finder: Now seeing as how I'm going to gag you... Is there anything you think you should tell us before you enter into a life of silence? NPC Cab Driver: Sinora? If you are going to rough him up in my cab... will I get paied extra?
(SLP: Cresent's Edge - The Amazon Away Team)
"Geeze! Can you imagen what it would be like trying to audit the Pentex Credit Union!?!?!?"-Bill
(SLP:Cresent's Edge - Time to Change the Pack Name...)
Here's the sich: 1) Sombody goes to ask Wally something, but he's unconcious so he can't talk. 2) They also can's ask Windwalker, because a bomb went off very close to him, so he can't hear. 3) And Thirsts-For-Respect is no good because he walked into a boobie trap that put out his eyes, so he can't see what is being asked about. . . "So one can't talk, one can't hear, and one can't see. . ." "Damn! We should rename ourselfs The NO EVIL Pack!"-Pack Vox Tenare
(SLP: Cresent's Edge - Always Go With Your 1st Impression)
Finder and Pack Vox Tenare enter into a realm of the umbra called "Scar". It is all gray, with nothing but werehouses and factorys as far as the eye can see. Mindless zombie workers shuffel from job to job overseen by faceless guards and giant crystlen spiders... Leaves-Blowing-In-Wind: Nice place we've found here . . . Windwalker: Yup. Leaves-Blowing-In-Wind: . . . Let's blow it up.Which is exactly, more or less, what they ended up doing.
(SLP:Cresent's Edge - Meanwhile, back in the SCAR Realm...)
Wally Walks-Through-Walls, Cleath Glass Walker Ragabash, is "creating a diversion" by going down the street. He describes himself taunting the guards, smashing windows, and setting things on fire. Windwalker leans over to Thirsts-for-Respect "Well, we found Ragabash World..."
(SLP:Cresent's Edge - Ragabash Havoc)
Thirsts-For-Respect: I think we should make this werehouse our base of opperations... Wally: We need to get out of here. Windwalker: Why? Wally: Because this werehouse is on fire. Finder: How did that happen? Wally: Um...well... Niko: Okay, change location. Take away the Ragabash's matches. ((A little while later)) "Hay! It's working!" Niko: Okay, give the Ragabash *back* his matches... Wally: Woo hoo!
(SLP:Cresent's Edge - Oppinionated Shadow Lord...)
Finder: So my brother is still a mindless zombie? StoryTeller: Yeah, you're having to drag him around. Niko: And in that condition he's STILL of more use then our Sept Leader!
(Don't piss off the Elder Get)
"I'm gonna find the Caern that Spawned you,
get myself a big ol' monster truck and do doughnuts on their lawn!"-Gunter Stands-Accused
(SLP Cresent's Edge: Rampent Rollplaying Broke Out at the Garou BBQ)
"Oh those damn nexus crawlers! I have to shake them out of my bedding every night!" ~Red-Moon-of-War, Silver Fang
(SLP Cresent's Edge BBQ: Kinfolk Smalltalk While Watching a Moot)
Tom: They're calling that Get out *again*? Weeps-at-Dawn: Heh, they should rename him "Gunther Stands-Accused" or "Gunther YOU-ARE-WEAK".
(SLP Cresent's Edge BBQ: Crack the Bone)
"Let me get this strait. YOU'RE CALLING HIM OUT FOR BEING VERBALLY ABUCIVE???
-Elder Philodox
(People Get Giddy the Day After a Game)
"IT'S NEW VERBAL ABUSE GUNTHAR WITH KUNG FU ACTION GRIP!!! Just pull the string and. . .'YOU ARE WEAK!!!'."
(SLP Crensent's Edge: Finding the Shrouded Glen)
The Rat Pack is looking for an unopened caern, they find the place they're looking for and standing there is a man wairing a trench coat and holding a stuffed bunny. The Alfa, MMX a Glass Walker, goes over and talks to him for a while and then reports back to his pack. . ."The bunny's a Nexus Crawler. Stay calm."So MMX and the Garou of my pack deside that this odd man should NOT have the floppy stuffed nexus crawler bunny. So two of them distract him as MMX grabs the bunny and pops into the umbra.Odd Man: Well. . .now I can't bind him anymore. . .MMX comes charging back out of the umbra for renforcements because the nexus crawler is growing. Odd Man: ::sighs:: You've gone and upset Mr. Bun. ::pausese and gets a mieldly miffed look on his face:: Do you *know* how many carrots I had to feed that thing??? So the Odd Man and MMX go into the umbra to re-bind the weakened nexus crawler bunny leaving the rest of us to battle famori and un-shroud the caern.~Weaps-at-Dawn, Black Fury Kinfolk
(SLP Cresent's Edge: Let's Try This Whole "Moot" Thing Again. . .)
::steps up:: "You want to know my problem with you??? Well, first off, look at you. You're wairing a SUIT in the middle of the forrest man! Now you *say* you're a Silent Strider, I'm one myself. And the thing about our tribe, see, is that we're known for being quick. I step up quickly. I speak my mind quickly. And I'm done and I step back. Now you're over there and you're talking with you're friend durring a MOOT and you're called over to introduce yourself and you step up SLOOOOOOWLY. And you say your peace SLOOOOOWLY. . . AND YOU'RE STILL HERE!" ::steps back::~Smiles-Alot, Silent Strider Ragabash and Fool of the Moot