#bergen_county

/roll 2

When they get to the side of the vehicle, the cab is damaged, glass shattered into a spray of pellets, but the cab is intact. The younger of the two men is groaning, hand on his head, and the elder and driver is attempting to climb free of the wreck, apparently uninjured. "Jesus FUCK my eye Christ, did you see that deer?" He curses roundly. "Awww, man, my truck!" Apparently more concerned with the vehicle then his brother.

Symon hisses to Adam, "We can still salvage this. He's rattled..." And humming to himself, he plucks at the edge of Adam's shirt, giving his arm a bit of a pinch in the process. "Screw Jesus, you're high on dark glamour. Be an avenging angel who smote them off the road." A fuddle in progress, as Lovecraft weaves between Adam's legs, drawing up shadows to cloak his outfit with a dark shroud.

/roll 3

/roll 4

And, it's up to Adam if he takes the opportunity, or does... something else...

"YOUR TRUCK IS THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES!!!!" Adam draws himself up and steps forward, hoping the illusion or whatever Symon put on him is sufficiently terrifying.

Adam points his chimerical staff at the miscreants. "This is JUST retribution for your SINS!! FALL TO YOUR KNEES!!!"

With the dark glamour thrice filtered from a she-devil, Symon's fuddle to shroud the tall kinain in a cloak of darkness, and Lovecraft raising shadows, and the fuddled and muddled state of the wreckee, Adam, Son of Adam is now an Avenging Being - dark wings of shadow flicking to each side, eyes glowing with holy wrath, beautiful and terrifying to look upon.

/roll 2

/roll 1

The injured brother blinks fuzzily, moans, and passes out.

The elder driver locks eyes on Adam, stares... and starts to wail in terror, scrabbling to get away! But, his seatbelt is pinched, and he can't escape... hands snatching and pulling at it.

Symon swallows his grin of delight and creeps up under one of Adam's arms, pointing a wavering finger at the driver and hisses, "Hiiiiiiim.... heeeee is the ooooone...... "

/roll coin

(Did Adam's call go through, or just pulled up on the phone ready to dial?)

(Just pulled up!)

911 responds

Adam stalks forward. "The, uh, the voices of those UNJUSTLY ATTACKED CALL ME HERE!!!"

/roll 2

The driver squeals like a little girl, wrenching himself free of the seatbelt, and attempting to crawl away. "I didn't do nothin! It was those China fuckers! Shutting down our country!" Symon hisses, and...

/roll 4

...just barely resists the temptation to run forward and kick the man in his teeth.

/roll coin

"You will pay for what you've done. You are cursed. CURSED by an angel of death....." He hisses.

Adam edges the tip of his sword/staff in through the broken glass and holds the man at point.

/roll 2

/roll 1

Somehow the man musters up the willpower to spit back up at them, "You... I was right... you can't... touch me... lord is my shepherd... " Half crazily ranting.

"He is yours." The Avenging Angel offers to the terrifying shadow. "If you wish."

And, a flicker of flame. "Hellfire... hellfire is what awaits you, should you fail to change your path..." and over by the truck, a dark puddle is forming... gasoline, perhaps, but spreading rapidly, soaking the ground, and making it's way over to coat the driver as well.

/roll 1

This last bit is too much for him, and he wails in terror, before passing out.

/roll coin

....as sirens are heard in the distance.

The Avenging Angel Adam looks up. "Shit." his voice resonates.

Symon flicks the lighter closed, and the 'puddle' melts away into the shadows, as a wave of glamour washes over them. Fear, righteous wrath inspired, terror.... delicious to the sluagh and the Shadowcat.

Adam steps back, not sure what he's tastehearsmellfeeling.