06-27-2013, 01:39 AM
The other day Hector told Tamsin the story of Rabid Jack, Laughing Battle, and the Two Scary Old Ladies. He may have left out a detail or two but it was still a pretty good story. He might've wanted to tell The Story of How Hector Got His Pack Motorcycles All Around Because They're Badass but he managed to restrain himself. And it probably wasn't going to happen. They'd been in a public library, the Western History / Genealogy level.
The story'd ended, as so many stories in Celduin end, with a to be continued (the road's a thing that never ends [no it just goes on and on and home's a place that waits]), this time in the form of so now we need to find out this Church of the Covenent place and come on them like a fist. That is full of claws. And killing. Basically just a fist of killing, as needed. Tamsin'd wrinkled her forehead and then, trusting in her first grade teacher, she'd said: Hey, let's ask the librarians.
Because librarians know everything.
That had been step one.
And after, well. Tamsin, Tamsin has spent most of her Garou life packed with no moons, and she's picked up a few things since. Regardless of how useful the librarians are, when she meets Hector outside've the men's room, she hauls on his arm and says, "Let's go." And there'll be the remains of that silky-smooth persuasive kick in her voice, a girl it's hard not to listen to and believe, all wrapped around the this-night my-moon do itiveness .
"We've got shit to kick over or at least some questions to ask. I don't know if it's too big or what but I've also got a hunch - see," bad Sam Spade impression, a go!, "see, a hunch, that maybe we can use a certain rite to find it. Or its altar. Or maybe it's got a book. Hey! we need another boy. Then we can be Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys. Because I do not want to be Frodo. Or Sam. Do you think we're like Frodo and Sam? I guess we're kind of like the movie version of Legolas and Gimli. You're gonna be accused of pretty boy-itis for the rest of your life and I'm short and hilarious and I wear my hair in two braids or pig tails a lot and he wears his beard in oh. Maybe I can wield an ax. That would be so badass. Oh! Neil told me the best story about an ancestor of Glen's. You've gotta hear this..."
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ooc: Liz! Here is the afore-mentioned IC-Investigation-Activation post. Here are the promised rolls (which I think you can use to squoosh us together with Those Guys Over There).
on the librarian because:
Tithe
[All right. First, Tamsin is like: Let's be Persuasive. Char + Subt.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )
Witness
[Of course! Roll to your heart's content.]
Tithe
[Then she's like: Tell me things. Manip + Subt, I guess.]
Dice: 7 d10 TN5 (3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9) ( success x 4 )
Tithe
[And in case it should've been, like, Manip + Invest, here is that option]
Dice: 5 d10 TN5 (1, 1, 9, 10, 10) ( success x 3 )
And later
Tithe
[Now let's do: Intelligence + Investi, for general poking around.]
Dice: 4 d10 TN6 (2, 4, 9, 9) ( success x 2 )
Witness
[HALLELUJAH]
--Witnessed by CC.
The story'd ended, as so many stories in Celduin end, with a to be continued (the road's a thing that never ends [no it just goes on and on and home's a place that waits]), this time in the form of so now we need to find out this Church of the Covenent place and come on them like a fist. That is full of claws. And killing. Basically just a fist of killing, as needed. Tamsin'd wrinkled her forehead and then, trusting in her first grade teacher, she'd said: Hey, let's ask the librarians.
Because librarians know everything.
That had been step one.
And after, well. Tamsin, Tamsin has spent most of her Garou life packed with no moons, and she's picked up a few things since. Regardless of how useful the librarians are, when she meets Hector outside've the men's room, she hauls on his arm and says, "Let's go." And there'll be the remains of that silky-smooth persuasive kick in her voice, a girl it's hard not to listen to and believe, all wrapped around the this-night my-moon do itiveness .
"We've got shit to kick over or at least some questions to ask. I don't know if it's too big or what but I've also got a hunch - see," bad Sam Spade impression, a go!, "see, a hunch, that maybe we can use a certain rite to find it. Or its altar. Or maybe it's got a book. Hey! we need another boy. Then we can be Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys. Because I do not want to be Frodo. Or Sam. Do you think we're like Frodo and Sam? I guess we're kind of like the movie version of Legolas and Gimli. You're gonna be accused of pretty boy-itis for the rest of your life and I'm short and hilarious and I wear my hair in two braids or pig tails a lot and he wears his beard in oh. Maybe I can wield an ax. That would be so badass. Oh! Neil told me the best story about an ancestor of Glen's. You've gotta hear this..."
--
ooc: Liz! Here is the afore-mentioned IC-Investigation-Activation post. Here are the promised rolls (which I think you can use to squoosh us together with Those Guys Over There).
on the librarian because:
Tithe
[All right. First, Tamsin is like: Let's be Persuasive. Char + Subt.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )
Witness
[Of course! Roll to your heart's content.]
Tithe
[Then she's like: Tell me things. Manip + Subt, I guess.]
Dice: 7 d10 TN5 (3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9) ( success x 4 )
Tithe
[And in case it should've been, like, Manip + Invest, here is that option]
Dice: 5 d10 TN5 (1, 1, 9, 10, 10) ( success x 3 )
And later
Tithe
[Now let's do: Intelligence + Investi, for general poking around.]
Dice: 4 d10 TN6 (2, 4, 9, 9) ( success x 2 )
Witness
[HALLELUJAH]
--Witnessed by CC.