---- Recall start ----
From afar, Joshua was after someone and Casper said something like 'better me 
than her', letting him know /he/ knew...
Long distance to Joshua: Cutter throats you both.

You start up the path to the bookshop.
Outside Dark Wine and Roses(#2140RJ)

Joshua pages: Just give us a few poses, I'm going to beat on him some.
Cutter pages the room: I'm ready and waiting in the wings.

The Gazer isn't the only one who can use Rage-born speed, Joshua's long 
strides eat up the distance and he grabs hold of the back of Casper's shirt. 
With a snarl, he whips the lighter Garou around, trying to throw and then pin 
him up against the wall.

Casper grimaces in pain as he's slammed against the wall but utters no sound. 
He quickly collects himself and braces for pain. He lashes out vainly with a 
close-fisted swat towards Joshua's head, though the action is half-hearted.

Seemingly without thought from the ahroun, his arm flies up to block Casper's 
blow. His free hand flat against the smaller Garou's chest with the intend of 
keeping him against the wall, his blocking arm takes advantage of it's cocked 
back position to start a rain of blows down at the other man. Joshua's smile 
is nothing more than a baring of teeth, and each punch is accompanied by a 
growl. His eyes are hot with not only Rage, but with his enjoyment of fighting 
someone smaller than him, and with the plans of what to do to him next...

Through the blood flowing from new cuts, and through the black and blue of 
fresh bruises, Casper's face is a quiet storm of emotion as he tries to control
his Rage and keep a focussed calm. The battery is getting to be too much though
and the boy's chest heaves faster and faster, his breathing rhythm lost.

Joshua doesn't seem to hardly even notice that Casper is not fighting back. 
With both hands now he's punching the other Garou, allowing the blows to keep 
him held up against the wall instead of wasting a hand that could be put to 
better use inflicting pain. A laugh, growly yes, but a laugh nonetheless, 
rises from his throat. "Fucking dead," he starts repeating, informing the 
other of his fate.

Cutter sighs and crouches silently in the rosegarden maze, fiddling with 
something in his lap.

Casper's head hangs down, jerking up occasionally as he attempts to keep his 
wits about him. Blood leaks out of his nose like a running tap and as his gut 
receives blow after blow, his legs wobble more and more. He echoes the Lord 
hoarsely, "Fucking dead... fucking dead... fucking dead..." His new mantra.

A punch to Casper's head, "That's right," a blow to his chest, "you're dead," 
one to his throat, "fucking dead," a kick, "meat." If Joshua was just 
intending to beat the other up and leave him bleeding on the sidewalk, he 
would have stopped by now, instead his hits are coming faster, his growls 
louder. Though in the shadows, the two have been seen by many pairs of eyes, 
none of which have attempted to brave the Rage-vibes to try and stop it.

With the 'phut' of escaping gas, a bullet flies through the air headed for 
Joshua's knee.

Joshua pages: Something big enough to do real damage, I'm guessing?
You paged Joshua with 'Yep. The 'phut' is because he's using a silencer.'.
From afar, Joshua ahs.

Casper chokes and gasps, mouth working still. He falls forward, or tries to, 
body quivering.

One arm raised, Joshua seems about to land another blow when the bullet blows 
his knee apart. His growl turning itno a roar of pain, he spins away from the 
wall and the bloody Gazer. His leg goes out as he instinctually tries to 
maintain his balance, but what's left of his knee will no longer support his 
weight. He falls, his teeth still bared and his Rage flaring.

Cutter stands, silhouetted against a street lamp, gun held to his chest like 
Clint Eastwood, silencer still smoking. "Next one's silver. Then phosphor," he 
intones, voice echoing out of a sepulchre.

Cutter pages the room: *shiver* I love a dramatic moment.
From afar, to the room, Joshua grins.

Casper falls as Joshua falls. Like some broken toy, he moves in broken 
twitches as he tries to crawl away from his attacker. No notice is given to 
the gunman. Live for the now, get the hell out of here, and -never- look a 
gift horse in the mouth.

Casper pages to the room: Nicely done.

Expression unchanged, Joshua's face turns towards the dark shape of the gunman.
"You're fucking dead, too," he threatens, between the poor light and the Rage, 
not recognizing Cutter. It takes a moment for the other Lord's threat to 
actually worm its way into Joshua's brain as the full moon hunches over his 
ruined knee, and then he takes a second look up at the shape, suspicion working
its way into his eyes.

Casper echoes, "Fucking dead." mindlessly as he crawls towards a sizable shrub 
to hide behind.

Cutter nods. "I been dead a long time, I just f'got t'stop breathin'. Now if 
you don't stop /fuckin' up/ the security /I/ bust my ass t'maintain, I'm gonna 
let you join me."

Joshua scowls up at Cutter, but remains at the disadvantage of having the 
light behind the other Lord. Unable to establish a stare with the silhouetted 
man even if he wanted to, the ahroun looks away. Lips twitching as if eager to 
expose his teeth once more, his head jerks in what might be a nod.

Cutter eyes Casper and growls "Shift up an' piss off. Before y'bleed t'death."

Casper makes some vague affirmative and collapses behind a hedge. A moment 
later, there's a rustling and what one can see of the Gazer's form expands and 
grows. He slowly roots around in his backpack, still pained, and produces a 
mirror. After few moments, the sounds from the bushes have ceased entirely. 
Gazer gone.

Casper pages to the room: Can I stay and watch, oocly?
Cutter pages the room: Gee, I dunno. We were gonna get nekkid and break out 
the hamsters.

While Cutter is otherwise occupied, Joshua leans further forward, clutching 
his jeans on either side of his shot-out knee. Blood flows freely out of the 
gaping wound. Once more there's a delayed reaction to something the more senior
Shadow Lord says. With a sharp movement, he looks over to Casper once Cutter 
names him as part of the changing breed. Another 'fuck' is muttered.

Joshua pages to the room: Bite me, Cutter. :) And I don't mind, Casper.
Cutter pages the room: Bite you? And waste a perfectly good phosphor bullet? I 
haven't got to use one of those yet.
From afar, to the room, Joshua mumbles.

With a forward spin, butt stop and double reverse spin, Cutter slips the gun 
back into his inner coat pocket. "You too," he adds, to the full moon. He turns
on his heel, gravel crunching like victory gone suddenly sour, and strides 
toward the street.

Be damned if Joshua is going to drag himself to cover. Fighting the pain, 
fighting his own not-working leg, the Shadow Lord forces himself up to his 
feet and sort of hops/almost falls towards the bushes. Leaving a bloody trail, 
he finally gains their darkness and collapses into the shadows, shifting up 
almost before he hits the ground.

You paged Joshua with 'Have gun, will travel.'.
From afar, Joshua nods. Thanks for coming. I did not OOCly want to kill him, 
but ICly would have.
Long distance to Joshua: Cutter grins and knows the feeling.
Long distance to Joshua: Cutter warns that next time you may not want to call 
Cutter to save Casper...

--- Recall end ----

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