Cinder Attunement Complete success
Encounter Cinder (Sound/Song) 5 passes vs. DC4, hit
Strike (Partial shift) 7 passes vs. DC3, hit
Max agreed with Mina's assessment of the whole situation. It was a bad idea, but he didn't think they had much of a choice. Was there any getting away on a moving subway car? The only comfort, however cold, was Mina's pre-existing knowledge of the supernatural. She wouldn't be shocked by whatever they might run into, although he didn't relish the risk of his own control slipping if it got hairy. He hadn't been forced to test how anyone who didn't already know about his lycanthropy reacted to a sudden shift. That was a layer of worry over the whole ordeal, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
There wasn't any time to check in with her about what might be waiting for them or his own issues. He'd have to hope she could handle it, or wouldn't lose her head at least. She'd run into some trouble, if a three headed dog hunting something didn't send her into a fright. The next few moments reminded Max of why he hated ghosts. They had a habit of suddenly appearing, flickering into existence like a bad signal, fading in an out for a few moments before they seemed to root onto the physical plane. Too sudden and too close for comfort. He'd picked them up just as the three headed dog did. The part of his brain that was all animal instinct bristled at being snuck up on, but human sense knew it could hardly be helped.
As things escalated quickly, Max felt unease roiling in his belly, listening to the sounds of the spirits. Scuttling and cackling, and generally being far too creepy for someone just trying to catch the T home. Even the lights were flickering, and Max felt a growl rumbling in his chest at the threat outside the subway car, still low and barely noticeable to those around him, but he could feel the subvocal vibration of it promising to tip over. As the creatures levered open the door, the three headed dog engaged first, delaying three of the ghoulish women, but two slipped past the hound of the underworld.
One burst forth right at Max, the clay jar and dagger being brandished in a way that promised a solid attempt at gutting him, shrieking as she came at him. The sound made him flinch back, pain bursting in his ears and blood starting to dribble, a bone deep ache settling over his limbs even as he brought his hands up to fend off the blade coming for his gut. The growing claws caught her wrist, digging in as he forced the blade away from him and curled his other hand into a fist, hiding the claws as best he could.
Max Luck 4/5
Encounter Luck 3/4
Encounter Cinder (Sound/Song) 5 passes vs. DC4, hit
Strike (Partial shift) 7 passes vs. DC3, hit
Max agreed with Mina's assessment of the whole situation. It was a bad idea, but he didn't think they had much of a choice. Was there any getting away on a moving subway car? The only comfort, however cold, was Mina's pre-existing knowledge of the supernatural. She wouldn't be shocked by whatever they might run into, although he didn't relish the risk of his own control slipping if it got hairy. He hadn't been forced to test how anyone who didn't already know about his lycanthropy reacted to a sudden shift. That was a layer of worry over the whole ordeal, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
There wasn't any time to check in with her about what might be waiting for them or his own issues. He'd have to hope she could handle it, or wouldn't lose her head at least. She'd run into some trouble, if a three headed dog hunting something didn't send her into a fright. The next few moments reminded Max of why he hated ghosts. They had a habit of suddenly appearing, flickering into existence like a bad signal, fading in an out for a few moments before they seemed to root onto the physical plane. Too sudden and too close for comfort. He'd picked them up just as the three headed dog did. The part of his brain that was all animal instinct bristled at being snuck up on, but human sense knew it could hardly be helped.
As things escalated quickly, Max felt unease roiling in his belly, listening to the sounds of the spirits. Scuttling and cackling, and generally being far too creepy for someone just trying to catch the T home. Even the lights were flickering, and Max felt a growl rumbling in his chest at the threat outside the subway car, still low and barely noticeable to those around him, but he could feel the subvocal vibration of it promising to tip over. As the creatures levered open the door, the three headed dog engaged first, delaying three of the ghoulish women, but two slipped past the hound of the underworld.
One burst forth right at Max, the clay jar and dagger being brandished in a way that promised a solid attempt at gutting him, shrieking as she came at him. The sound made him flinch back, pain bursting in his ears and blood starting to dribble, a bone deep ache settling over his limbs even as he brought his hands up to fend off the blade coming for his gut. The growing claws caught her wrist, digging in as he forced the blade away from him and curled his other hand into a fist, hiding the claws as best he could.
Max Luck 4/5
Encounter Luck 3/4