Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: She doesn't scream. She just utters one, soft word before Gunther covers her mouth with his. "Melioth.."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Not knowing the word, Gunther continues to kiss the girl. Oblivious.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: She lets him kiss her, forcing herself not to retch.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther leans up with a loving gaze fixed on the woman. Running a somewhat bloody hand through her hair. "Nia.. you know I care boutcha, right? I mean.. I know I suck at talkin bout girly shit like alla at. But like.. of all tha sluts I know.. yer my favorite."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: There are a few tears still glittering in her eyes. "I wanted to be a mother, Gunther.." She speaks so softly before inhaling deeply. She wants to say all sorts of angry things right now, but she's holding back. After all, she's bound and relatively helpless. She has no source of Faith and isn't sure she'd be able to successfully go all shiny.

Jarod Freeman -> Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Emariel?" He's in the bathroom of Sanctuary, his hands just in the process of splashing water on his face. He looks up suddenly, eyes going wide. "Oh, SHIT!"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He runs a hand through her blonde hair. "Then ya shoulda asked Gunther.. er hit someone else up. I'da understood. I told you I ain't want a fuckin kid, Nia."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "It's not as if I planned it. It just happened." She inhales deeply, looking up as if seeing someone there who'll help before she looks over at him. "I didn't expect you to stay. I'd never ask anything from you that you weren't willing to give. You knew I'd do whatever it took to make you happy."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther leans down to kiss the girl's cheek. Keeping the switchblade close to her throat. "Nia.. right now.. I'm happy. Ya mean a lot ta Gunther. I just.. I told you I ain't wanna baby. I told you I wanted you ta fix it. They was easier ways than this.. less pain an all at shit. But I ain't want a fuckin kid. You knew at. I told you at."

Jarod Freeman: He races out of the bathroom of Sanctuary, hauling his ass down the stairs. Knocking people over to get toward the door, his hands dig into his trench coat pocket for his keys. He's listening intently as he runs, not speaking again until he gets to the car. He's coming.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: Her head tilts back, trying to keep her throat away from the keyblade. "I just..I didn't want to kill anyone, especially not an innocent child." What's done is done now, all she has to do is keep Gunther talking and keep herself alive until the cavalry arrives.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Wasn't born yet. It ain't count." He says simply, seeming to believe it.

Jarod Freeman: He bumps into a couple more people, shoving then aside, and runs right past the surprised William out the door. Whether Brigette sees him or not, he doesn't see her...he goes out the front, straight for the car and diving inside.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Its little heart was beating. I had a picture of it. It had little hands." She's trying not to make herself cry again.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He frowns, watching her. A pathetic apologetic look about him. "Nia.. I.. I ain't.. I mean.."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "I'd been setting up the guest room as a nursery..I have furniture being delivered later this week." Her breathing's a little shaky, but she's not crying again.

Jarod Freeman: d10: Willpower: 7,6,7,7,8,

Jarod Freeman: "Stay calm, Emariel!" He fumbles with the keys and starts up the car. "Keep him talking. Just...keep him going, Emariel. I'm coming. If it comes to it, take your True Form, damn it!" He starts up the car and pulls out.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: His frown deepens, sinking down on the girl a bit. "Nia.. you.. you ain't tell me nona this shit. How come? Why you ain't tell me you had pictures a lil hands an shit? At.. at ain't cool."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "I hadn't had a chance to tell you yet." She squirms as he starts putting more weight onto her. "I just got the picture the Friday before Mother's Day. I didn't think you'd want to be bothered with baby stuff. I'm sorry."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "You had plenty a chance ta tell me.. You been holed up round here fer tha past two weeks an aint called Gunther. Ain't come by, nothin. At.. At's fuckt up, Nia. How you gonna do me like at? I was bein good.. Real good ta yer bitchass.. an you wanna do Gunther like at?"

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "I nearly killed myself, Gunther, remember?" She speaks quietly, almost afraid for herself again. "Remember I told you about that woman and what she said? I was in a bad place mentally and was trying to work through it without bothering you."

Jarod Freeman: d10: Willpower: 10,3,6,4,9,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He runs his free hand over her hair again, inadvertedly smearing blood through her blonde locks. "I always been there fer ya, slut. You know you can come ta Gunther. If she was fuckin with ya that bad.. you shoulda said somethin ta me so I could cut a bitch. I care boutcha. Since Sady run off.. I ain't give a fuck bout no one. Pisses me off at yer bein like this.."

Jarod Freeman: He drives out of Staten Island, driving quickly. Faster. He has to drive faster. But a wreck won't help anyone, either.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "I didn't want her to get hurt. I'm sorry I didn't call you, Gunther. I really am. You deserved to be called and I failed you." She tilts her head as if to nuzzle his hand. Anything to keep him from slitting her throat.

Jarod Freeman: d10: Willpower: 4,8,5,7,6,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He cracks a tiny smile down to the girl, pressing the switchblade closer to her throat. Almost piercing. "An now.. yer gonna run off an tell Tommy boy.. an blondie fuck. An Felisa. Tryin ta get Gunther killt. Ain't that right?"

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "No, of course not. I don't want you to get killed, Gunther. You're my first and only boyfriend. You've been good to me. I can just tell them that I fell down the stairs and lost the baby. It happens to women all of the time."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: manip+exp diff four: 6,1,6,2,9,6,1,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (what exactly are you trying to do with that roll?)

Jarod Freeman: "Shit, shit, shit..." He picks up the speed a little. "C'mon, Nia, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon..."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [Convince him that she doesn't want him dead?]

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: per+sub: 8,2,4,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He frowns, watching her "You know they ain't gonna believe at.. You know they ain't like me anyway."

Jarod Freeman: d10: Willpower: 4,3,3,7,3,

Jarod Freeman: He gives a gritted scream as the invocation can't hold out any longer, and breaks. At least now his attention isn't broken. He puts full attention on the road and pours on the speed.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "I'll protect you. Everything will be all right." She looks up at him, so hopeful. And then, she takes a deep breath. "You haven't forgotten what I really am, right?" A slow smile.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: faith: 7,2,10,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: rev check: 6,6,5,2,3,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: Nia fades away into Emariel, beautiful and gleaming.

Jarod Freeman: ((And since it's a while until Jarod's gonna get from Staten Island to Upstate, killing nick but still logging. Lemme know when. *S*))

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [*grumbles and presses the 'pause' button*]

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther retains his position atop the celestial. Cracking a tiny smile down to the shiny wonder. Switchblade still clutched in his right hand, but no longer pressed firmly against her throat. He gruffs down to the angel. "Sie sind so schön.."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "What does that mean in English?" She tries to move a little to get more comfortable. "I'm just curious." Yes, keep him talking.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Yer beautiful." He repeats, leaning down to kiss the angel's lips.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: Although a little repulsed, she returns his kiss. At least he's not trying to kill her at the moment. That's promising.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (also noteworthy, having taken form she would drop all mortal type posessions including her binds. He's still on top of her but she's not tied up anymore.) He leans back up to look at her, still with the same eerie affectionate gaze. "Ya hate me.. don'tcha."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: She stretches a little, freed from her binds. "Why would I hate you, Gunther?" Her voice is soft and low. She's trying to keep him calm and not make any sudden moves.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He moves the blade idly down the angel's chest. Gawking, almost. "Cause. You were all wantin ta be a mom an shit. I mean.. you can always just make another one. I ain't hitcha that hard.."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Yes, I can always just make another." She files that for future reference while he trails the blade along her body. "I'm fine now, or haven't you noticed?" She's not going to get angry right now. Bad idea.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Ya always say yer fine. An mosta tha time ya ain't. I worry bout ya. Yer a good bitch. If you'd just listen to me.. I wouldn't hafta do shit like this."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: Briefly, a frown mars her beautiful features before it's replaced by a serene smile. "I know, Gunther. You don't mean to do these things."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Her frown causes him to do the same, an almost ashamed look about him. He pulls the knife away from her skin, aryan eyes still pointed to her check. Thinking.. maybe. Scary.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "What's on your mind, Gunther?" She scoots a little to see if she can sit up.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: If she tries to sit up, he'll move to let her. Still staying close. "I just.. I care boutcha, Nia. I ain't mean ta get so worried.. an pissed all tha time. I.. I was gettin better."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Yes, you were. We were doing really well there." She sits up and reaches to touch his hand gently, fingers idly stroking its back. They're making some headway.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He doesn't move when she touches him. Still keeping his eyes down. "I ain't know why I gotta be such a fuckup all tha time.."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "You aren't a fuckup all of the time, Gunther. You really aren't." Just most of the time. She continues stroking his hand. Her rage is a slow burn.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He looks away from the woman. A tiny frown coming across gruff lips. "I should get back. Tha boss is gonna be wonderin where I runoff ta."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "I'm sure if you call and explain things, he'll understand. Or I'll talk to him. You really don't have to go." No, she wants him to stay here so he can face divine retribution. "I'll make you some dinner or something." Anything to keep him here.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He moves to stand. "I ain't hungry. An you ain't know tha boss. He ain't gonna wanna hear nothin from you. No offense.."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "That's okay. But, please, stay..just for a little while longer. I need someone here. I don't want to be here alone. I just..I can't..." She frowns again, looking so sad. It almost sounds like her voice is going to break.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He cracks a tiny smile and sits back on the bed next to the woman. "If ya want me to.. I'll stay." He gruffs, laying a huge mit on her leg.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Please." She sniffles and rests her hand over his before giving him a tiny smile to show her gratitude.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He scoots a bit closer, wrapping a large arm around the woman's waist. Content. "Is alright.. I'm here fer ya. Whatever ya want."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: She leans against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Just hold me for now." She needs a hug. Then, she needs a chance for some slaughtering...or maiming, at the very least. She's not one for killing people. "Thank you."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives her a squeeze, kissing the top of her head. "Is cool.. I like bein round ya. It.." He trails off a bit before continuing. "It makes it less shitty that Sady ain't round no more."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: If only he hadn't kicked her ass before having this conversation...she smiles a bit to herself as she settles against his side. "I'm sorry you miss her so much, Gunther. I'm glad I can be a little helpful."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a tiny nod, looking down to his lap. "I love er. Can't help but love er. I ain't never been so big with tha bitches.. Then she was like.. perfect. After she disappeared.. I ain't think I could give a fuck bout another slut.. fore you started followin me."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "I just wanted to make you happy. And I heard your music and thought you had something special. You needed someone, and there I was." She doesn't feel so bad about still loving Jarod.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives her another tiny squeeze, trying to keep in mind that living girls need to breath. "I ain't know where I'd be withoutcha."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Me neither." She lets out a breath, just remaining against his side. Why couldn't he be affectionate and not psychotic?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He stays next to her. Holding her like he said he would. Still gripping the switchblade in his freehand.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "So, what are you thinking..right now?" She tilts her head back to peer up at him. It hadn't missed her attention that he's still holding his knife.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He moves a gruff hand up from her waist, running it over her hair. Petting. "Thinkin bout writin another song fer ya."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Really?" She looks a little surprised as she studies his face. Sometimes, she just never understands him.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods, starting to hum out a melody.

Jarod Freeman: The car, finally, speeds up to the house and skids to a stop in the driveway. The door opens and Jarod gets out, not bothering to shut the door. He moves toward the front door, going to open it...intent on kicking it open if he has to. He's already about to will his True Form into life...damn the neighbors. But he just manages to hold it in for now.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: char+perf: 2,4,4,2,2,2,6,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: She listens. It's not his best, but she's not complaining. She doesn't have a knife to her throat any more.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: per+alert: 4,10,8,5,9,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He stops, cracking a tiny smile. "Needs work." He turns with a tiny frown to the window. "You expectin company?"

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: per+alert: 3,9,4,9,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: She blinks a little, trying not to smile. "Not really..why, is someone here?" She looks over toward the window.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: per+sub for fun: 5,7,1,

Jarod Freeman: ((Door locked, or no?))

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [Nia locked it after she let Gunther in. Force of habit.]

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He frowns, standing up to look out the window. "Someone's aweful fuckin ancy."

Jarod Freeman: He tries the doorknob...and fuck it. He scowls and takes a step back, aiming a boot right toward the spot under the doorknob to kick it down.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (being a townhouse, he would be able to see the driveway from the window, yes?)

Jarod Freeman: d10: Strength+Brawl (WP): 2,7,5,10,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [Yep.]

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: per+alert: 10,5,10,4,5,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Seeing who it is.. and what they're doing, gunther's expression turns to a sneer toward the window. He reaches down to where he'd put his trench, pulling out his pistol. "Aw, hell no.. At's fuckt up."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: While Gunther's looking out of the window, Nia's going to move away from the bed and toward one of the doors to get out of the bedroom if she needs to.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Who is it?" She frowns as he pulls out his pistol. Oh, this isn't going to go well.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He turns to look at the woman. A betrayed softening of the eyes. "You set me up." He mumbles quietly. "Nia.. what tha fuck?"

Jarod Freeman: d10: Faith: 3,6,2,1,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "I didn't set you up, Gunther. How could I? I didn't know you'd come to see me and I didn't know that you'd beat me into unconsciousness. How could I set you up while I was out cold and gagged?" She speaks slowly and rationally. "Believe me, Gunther. This isn't a set-up."

Jarod Freeman: The door crashing open, he steps inside, heading straight for the stairs. The momentary pause as he fails to take his True Form just draws a sneer of frustration, and he pushes harder for it as he moves up the stairs. ((Faith Point Spent for Change))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He frowns and extends a hand to Nia, pointing the gun at the door. "Come ere. I ain't wanna hurtcha."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Put the gun down, Gunther. We don't want the cops here. It'll just get messy. Please." She takes a slow step toward him in an effort to convince him. "This doesn't have to go badly. Just put the gun down and everything will be fine."

Jarod Freeman: This is no beautiful, peaceful creature. Not this time. He's beautiful, yes...but in that darker, sinister way. There's shadows around his eyes, a distinctly vicious look on his face. His fingernails have taken a sharp look to them, becoming clawlike. His hair is more of a dirty blonde then a true blond...his eyes a deep violet. He books it to the room, shouting in that sibiliant, hissing tone...dischordant. "GUNTHER!!!"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He narrows his eyes on Nia, still keeping the gun pointed to the door. Backing against the window. "Last warnin, Nia. I ain't wanna hurtcha.." When he's called out, he yells back. "In here, fuckstick."

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Melioth.." She whispers, invoking him again as she decides it's best to move out of the way. He needs to know that there's a gun involved.

Melioth: d10: Faith: 4,4,7,2,

Melioth: He runs up to the door, slamming into it as he reaches down to turn the knob, the overall effect being to throw it open. And he stares at Gunther in unbridled hatred. "You," he hisses. "And me. Long time coming."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: rev check: 2,10,8,9,4,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He smirks, keeping the gun pointed at the darker of the two demons. "Da hast du dich aber anscheißen lassen.." He pulls the trigger.

Melioth: ((Init-y time? :) ))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (yesh!)

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: init plus eight: 1,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: initiative: 5,

Melioth: d10: Init plus six: 6,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (*sigh* who didn't see THAT coming..)

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [Do I get any initiative bonuses?*snickers*]

Melioth: ((*Hugs* So Initiative Order, by my count, in slowest to fastest is Gunther, Nia, Melioth?))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (*nods to order*) Gunther's action is to bust-a cap in Melioth. (bp to stam)

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: dex+fa: 3,7,5,4,4,2,9,3,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: Nia doesn't want Melioth to be shot, so she moves to get in between him and the gun.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: dex to save: 10,9,2,

Melioth: With a curse as Nia leaps in the way, he snarls and tries to toss himself to the side, away from the path of the oncoming bullet in case Nia doesn't stop it. "It'll only save you for so long, mortal..."

Melioth: d10: Dex to Dodge: 7,7,6,

Melioth: RECAP: Melioth moves to the side as Nia moves in the path of the gun, taking the bullet from Gunther's fired gun fully. ((Full Damage for Gun; Soakable))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: : 1,1,3,2,8,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: Did she really just get shot? Whoa...that's a strange sensation.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's eyes soften watching Nia run in front of the bullet. He hesitates, not wanting to hurt the girl. "Wh.. Why would you do at, Nia? I.. ain't get it.." (defensive if applicable, he's pressed against the window on the far side of the room)

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Because he's very dear to me, Gunther." Quietly, as if stopping bullets for Melioth is second nature to her.

Melioth: "Damn it, Emariel." He steps forward, lip curled as he moves to push Nia out of the way, to get at Gunther. "Your time is up, Gunther. It's time I showed you a glimpse of what I got an eternity of. Hell."

Melioth: d10: Strength+Brawl(Push): 3,8,1,3,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: She won't stand in Melioth's way. He looks..pissed. Instead, she looks away with this incredibly sad expression on her face. "I'm so sorry.."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (next round then?) Gunther focuses his attention back to his switchblade, a look of obvious betrayal about him. "Yer a lyin little slut, Nia. You said you gave a fuck bout me. I.." Rage boils on the surface of the deutschmann. At both of them. (When Melioth gets close enough, he'll take a stab, but i'm not sure how big the room is)

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "I did..and then you killed my baby. I have forgiven you every time you hit me. I blamed myself because if only I'd behaved, you wouldn't have hit me. I've forgiven you every time, but there is not enough forgiveness in this world to cover what you've done to me..what you've taken from me." She all but growls that last bit. She is a very angry Nia, and she's standing back, figuring Melioth can handle himself.

Melioth: He doesn't say anything. The time for talking is over. He charges forward, to take a claw strike.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (so he is close enough this round? i just need to know whether or not to do gunther's roll)

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [Yeah, sounds good.]

Melioth: ((I would assume so. It can't be THAT big of a room. Or we can just count it as running this round, and mutual attacks next.))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: knifa melioth: 10,2,5,2,10,6,5,1,

Melioth: d10: Dex+Brawl: 10,9,9,6,8,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: damage (pot): 9,4,8,9,7,6,6,6,

Melioth: d10: Damage: 3,6,9,2,4,10,2,

Melioth: d10: Soak: 5,4,5,

Melioth: RECAP: Melioth charges across the room, arcing a clawed hand down into Gunther, slicing him open ((3 Lethal)), while the ghoul jabs his knife into the Defiler, striking impossibly deep...knife literally punching out the other side. ((Umm...wow. 8 Lethal))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (wow. I guess the die bot made up with Gunther for all those crap rolls I was getting last night. And then some.)

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: When she sees Melioth get stabbed, she grabs the nearest object, which happens to be one of the few sculptures she'd unpacked and put back in her room, and she runs charging to beat Gunther with it.

Melioth: Jarod gives a strangled cry of agony, looking down at the hole in him...and falls. His form starts to coalesce above Jarod's now-lifeless body, hazy and translucent.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: dex+melee: 8,10,3,6,7,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks over to Nia a furious glare about him. He charges the slutbag with the bloody switchblade. (bp to stam)

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: fnifa nia: 3,2,4,4,8,6,5,10,

Melioth: ((Delete the hazy indistinct form. Faith to heal. Long day. :P))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: damage: 6,2,4,4,10,6,3,9,9,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: soak: 3,10,10,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: str++: 8,3,8,2,4,7,2,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: soak: 5,7,1,4,6,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (nia-3L, Gunther-1B this round. Next round.)

Melioth: ((Soooo, delete the DLP. Hazy and indistinct. Can't heal and attack in same turn. No more tired combat for de Ravyn.))

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [*huggles*You can heal this round then.]

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (*hugsa ravyn*) Gunther maintains his glare on the woman. "Why ya doin this, slut? Yer gonna get yerself hurt." (bp to heal)

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (defensive, btw)

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "You killed my baby, Gunther." She says quietly. "And Jarod.." Her voice cracks before determination fills her eyes. "I cared for you greatly. I wanted to help further your music career. I defended you when people wanted to take you down. I told Thomas and Jarod that I was fine..that everything with us was fine. Then, you went and did the unthinkable. After everything I've done, you betrayed me, thinking only of yourself after I was willing to sacrifice everything for you. How dare you even think that I have no right to be angry with you? How could you do this to me when you claim to care so much about me and worry me? Couldn't you see that the biggest danger to me was you?"

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [social this round]

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: manip+exp (wp): 4,6,6,4,3,4,9,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [*worry ABOUT me]

Gunther Kasimir Berg: His glare hardens, the words striking a chord. Not that it'll change the situation overtly. "Toldja when you first started followin me it was dangrous. Fuck off Nia." He makes to stab the woman again.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: dex+melee: 2,2,6,9,4,6,8,9,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: dex+dodge(wp): 4,9,9,9,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: damage (pot): 4,9,4,9,9,2,6,5,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: soak: 8,3,8,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (nia takes 2L this round. Update Nia has 5L, Gunther has 3L, new round.) Intent on what he's doing, he slices again.

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: "Stop, Gunther!" She moves to get out of the way of his slice.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: stabby funness: 3,1,6,7,9,5,9,7,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: dex+dodge: 3,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: [Wait! I'm only down 2! Re-roll?]

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: damage: 7,5,4,9,4,3,7,3,7,5,7,2,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (go ahead. i'll redo damage)

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: dex+dodge: 2,6,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: damage (pot): 9,7,10,3,9,3,3,7,3,2,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: soak: 9,5,4,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (She takes 5L this round putting her at a grand total of 10)

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: She crumples, Emariel fading into mere Nia Phelps as she falls and..dies.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther.. bolts like a motherfucker. Shots fired.. dead demons. Yeah.. He grabs his trench, slinging it on before running to his granny ride and jetting before the police arrive. No time for a coverup.. her neighbors are a bitch.

Melioth: d10: Willpower: 7,3,5,1,5,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: willpower: 1,6,6,8,2,8,10,

Ravyn: d10: Willpower: 1,8,6,4,7,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: willpower(wp): 7,10,3,3,5,1,3,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: willpower(wp): 1,8,7,9,4,1,1,

Ravyn: d10: WP: 4,5,4,4,6,

Ravyn: d10: Willpower: 10,8,4,4,7,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: willpower(wp): 9,5,7,6,8,3,7,

Eugenia Phelps [Nia's Townhouse]: d10: willpower: 8,3,2,4,6,4,6,