Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 24, 2012 16:39:53 GMT -5
It had not been Rae’s wish to go out and find the black box tonight, it had merely been a point she felt it would be worthy of her making. She was a competent worker of machines and computers and she knew if they found the radio then Rae would be able to work it. She rolled her eyes a little as Tyr argued with a plan she had not made, truth be told she would rather send him out into the wild to look for help- but she did not trust him to come back for them. Why should he? Truthfully, she knew if she was him she would not come back for a band of human survivors; and yet she had seen something different in him, she had seen something much gentler in the way he had handled the girl.
As each man spoke up she smiled to him and nodded, her eyes settling on the woman the longest. It must have been terrifying for her. Rae waited until Tyr lay down and rolled over to go to sleep. As he did she, she helped the wounded man rest comfortably with a heavy helping of alcohol. Then she went to the young girl, drawing her in to her body and wrapping her up tightly. Rae sung softly to her, she was no great singer, but she kept the girl with her under the child managed to sleep.
Rae was awake when the watch changed, she was still awake when the woman decided to take the watch. Still with the small girl in her arms, she watched the woman rise and sit in the opening to the outside world. The storm had settled some; hopefully Tyr would be right, hopefully the storm would be gone by the morning and they could work out where to head for some help.
It was only in the darkness as the fire burned itself low that Rae realised how sickened she felt by the pain in her ribs. She was not getting any better as the hours passed and even though she was wrapped in a blanket, she was shivering a little.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 24, 2012 17:45:38 GMT -5
"...ther? Tyr? Are you all right?" The voice slowly became more and more clear as Tyr became aware of himself. There was a ringing in his ears and he tasted blood. Not good, he thought absently, his tongue moving over his teeth as if feeling to see if anything was missing. Tyr could not see. He tried to open his eyes but that didn't help. A sharp sting went across his face and he sat up, gasping. Tyr's eyes unrolled from the back of his head and he realized he was staring up at the clouds. He held up his hand to prevent his sister from slapping him again and he smiled meekly. "I'm fine." Tyr assured her. Trance rolled her eyes and shot Svanja a My brothers a spaceman, look.
Tyr took a better look at his surroundings and attempted to stand, pushing himself up from the ground with one hand. With a yelp, he fell back down, clutching his hand to his chest. It was cold, but he could barely feel it. Tyr looked at his hand, the one where he vaguely remembered being touched by his sister, and found it blue. He gasped. "Whats wrong?" Svanja this time. "Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine." Tyr insisted, more worried about his hand than this strange world he found himself in.
"Look," he told them, shifting his eyes from Svanja's to his sister's "I have to go. There are people who need me." Tyr thought he saw a brief look of panic flash across Svanja's face and one of anger across that of Trance's. When he rose to go, Trance held onto his pant leg. "No, Tyr, don't go." she pleaded with him. "I must." he told her simply. "But we're so cold." Svanja complained, wrapping herself around his leg. "Feed us more warmth, brother." Trance asked, though it sounded like a command. Then, Tyr began to feel something was wrong, so wrong, as she took his other hand. Where ever they touched him, he felt a brief flash of intense cold and began to become numb. "No!" he squeaked out, his young voice cracking as he struggled to escape their grasp. The last thing he saw was Trance's face, inhumanly elongated, skin blue, and mouth stretched impossibly wide, nothing but a black void with frost bitten lips.
Tyr awoke to the light of dawn, panting heavily, sweat running all down his face. The first thing that struck him as odd was the fact that no one had awoken him for his turn at watch. As he rose he noted a stiffness in his arms and legs, dreading a look underneath his clothing and fearing he would find the skin cold and frostbitten. Tyr stumbled outside to yell at the person currently on watch and berate them for not wakening him for his turn. His voice caught in his throat. The first thing he noticed was that the storm had died down. The second was all the blood.
Breathing heavily, Tyr gave a quick shout to wake the others and scurried outside, looking around for the woman who was supposed to be on watch. He found her. Bits and pieces of her, but her nonetheless. Tyr noticed immediately that some parts were missing. Most parts were missing. There was a finger here, a cluster of toes there, maybe a cracked humerus. His eyes settled on a large indentation in the snow and slowly it dawned on him that he was looking at tracks. They were massive and seemed somewhat wolf like in appearance. But these were much too big for a wolf. One print was bigger that Tyr's chest, in fact. The blood trail lead all about the outside of the plane, he was unsure of how many there had been.
Tyr had seen some grisly scenes in his life, caused more than a few, but what frightened him about this one was that whatever had done it had managed to come upon them in the dead of night, smart enough to use the sounds of the storm to cover their own, and had torn a woman to shreds just meters from where he lay his head. A blur of movement from the corner of his vision made him look up suddenly, fearfully. For a moment, he imagined he had seen several gleaming eyes staring at him from the woods. This had been a message. There would be more killing. And soon.
He swiftly climbed back into the plane, shaking all who slept awake, shouting and slapping others. "Ok. Emergency. And I dont mean like 'Oh, our plane crashed we're stranded emergency,' I mean real emergency."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 26, 2012 6:04:33 GMT -5
Rae had slept; uncomfortably she was curled into the corner of the main cabin. She kept the girl child near to her and had kept the girl warm. As she woke to the sound of Tyr’s anxious voice Rae began to question if she had slept or if she had passed out. Her head hurt, she felt dehydrated and sick and on catching sight of her reflection in one of the snow framed windows she saw a pale, distressed girl looking back- black circles under her eyes. Rae felt that ‘slept’ was an incorrect analysis of her night time activities. Bleary eyed she watched as Tyr woke everyone, shouting about a real emergency. “Shh.” She whispered, but of course it was too late. The girl child woke, sweat ridden and starving, she started screaming. At about 3 years old, Rae did not expect the girl to understand what was happening, and her heart wrenched as the girl started babbling for her mother once more.
Rae curled her in tightly, wrapping her up tighter in the blanket and scrambling to her feet. She swayed a little, her own stomach reminding her that nuts and alcohol were not a diet to maintain a life upon. “What’s going on?” She asked Tyr, frowning a little at the daemon and moving across to one side, finding a cereal bar in her backpack and giving it to the toddler’s podgy fingers. It seemed to sooth her, quieting her yelling for a moment, this in turn gave Rae’s head a moment to stop echoing fiercely. “Tyrant?” Placing the girl in the quiet corner, leaving her with her breakfast she turned to him.
Her eyes followed his to the doorway, and she stepped over the rubble on the floor, moving to the opening of the main cabin. She saw, as he had, the wreckage, the damage, the blood and body parts in the snow. Her stomach turned over and she found herself leaning on the metal of the aeroplane to hold her up and rancid images swamped her mind. Rae revisited the death of her brother, revisited the moment when he had been ripped apart by daemons, her eidetic memory tortured her as it took her back to that place in Chicago, took her back to that night when her life changed forever.
Running her fingers through her hair and down her cheeks she stood stone still. “What…what happened here?” She said, asking him, “What did that?” She didn’t want to offend him by jumping to any daemonic conclusions. It was only as she ran her hands down from her face and over her sides that she realised how bruised she felt, how tattered her clothes were and how the blood from her wounds had dried onto her clothes.
Post by Vrases Claudt on Dec 27, 2012 20:33:54 GMT -5
moaning as he was woken from his slumber, Vrases looked around at the surroundings. Trusting no one, he had played the silent observer this entire time, keeping his mind to himself only, not trusting anyone on the plane. watching as the survivors attempted to live on, he noted that two people in particular were able to keep cool heads and attempt to take any leadership role. a man and a women, both of which he could tell had previous run ins, although he could not figure out if they were good or bad. getting up, he grabbed his emergency pack that he carried at all times and walked over to the women who had gotten up rather slowly. Noting that she had a massive amount of blood that had dried on her side, he walked over quietly, and tapped her on the shoulder. "hey, if you want to have your side checked out, i can help; ive stitched up people before if its as bad as it looks." to help out his point out he opened the bag up slightly to show an impressive array of medical tools and equipment, as well as numerous other miscellaneous items. " i understand if you don't trust me; however, it wouldn't exactly bode well with that little girl if you were to go into shock from the loss of blood. Plus, its in both myself and others, including yours, interests for you to be alright, considering our situation." walking over to a small table that was nearby, he opened up the kit and pulled out the tools he deemed necessary.
He had already noticed the sight outside, however, he was used to seeing blood and the like, and he kept a cool head, showing no emotions so as to not scare the other passengers with a seemingly detached aura around him. He had seen worse and probably caused just as bad of sights as the one outside, however he always had to purposefully keep a detached air about him in these situations. " that girl and the guy outside are probably the only useful ones here, so i might as well make sure they're all right; i want to get out of here with as little trouble as possible as well" he thought to himself. holding a passive face, he simply glanced over to the outside, and slowly pulled out his knives and placed them right next to his emergency bag, making sure to keep them out of sight from the others. It wouldn't be the best idea to show the others that he was readying himself for a fight if their was going to be one.
Last Edit: Dec 27, 2012 20:40:30 GMT -5 by Vrases Claudt
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 27, 2012 21:31:53 GMT -5
Tyr rolled his eyes. Sometimes, what humans did not know amazed him. If not for a considerable amount of supernatural assistance, he suspected they would have been wiped out a long time ago. "Gee, i dunno. Snow yeti?" Tyr suggested sarcastically, siding his gaze to a male who had just approached Rae with an offer to stitch her up. As Rae stood awfully close to him, that meant he also had approached Tyr. Luckily, he wasn't hungry at the moment, or he might have taken an arm or two. So the man could watch him eat a candy bar.
Sighing, Tyr began "I'm getting bored sitting in a planeful of meals-waiting-to-happen." He looked at all of the survivors, his gaze resting on Rae. Checking his fingernails for dirt he knew was not there, Tyr spoke again. "I... Could draw them off. Distract them for a while, you know." Tyr offered, staring at the little girl for a moment and then at Rae for several secondsbefore looking back at his hands.
He gestured towards the grisly scene, noting, oddly, that he was feeling peckish. "The mind wonders to the strangest things when one is about to die." Tyr laughed. He went quiet again. Tyr say down, slumped against the wall. He spoke slowly, his voice soft and apologetic "I cannot protect you," he looked at Rae as he said this, appearing ashamed"nor can i protect them. Least of all can I kill them all before they get you." He shrouded apologetically.
In a nonchalant manner, Tyr removed his shirt, revealing sculpted muscles, seeming carved of alabaster. Shrugging, he likewise removed his jeans and boots so that he stood in nothing but his boxers. He held his arms out, stepping out into the snow and turning around for them to see. Blue marks trailed up and down his legs, arms and torso. Tyr smiled "The blue lady visits my dreams. I fear I am likely never to awaken again ." This he admitted freely with a sigh of resignation.He showed no acknowledgment of the cold. Rather, his normally pale shin seemed flush with color and alive.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 28, 2012 5:07:01 GMT -5
“Don’t patronise me.” She snapped at him when he suggested it was some sort of yeti in his mocking tones. But Rae did not have a wish to argue him further and as a lad about her age came over she settled her anger with his sarcasm and swallowed it down. Her attention turned to the boy and part of her had to admit it was nice to see someone her age around here. So far, in her dealings since the death of her little brother. Unfortunately for him, he reminded Rae of so many of the boys she had left behind in private school. He was pretty, with designer stubble and sparkling eyes, was this another world, another time, she would be incredibly attracted to him. Perhaps it was fortunate that they were not being distracted by such base instincts.
It took her a moment to recognise what he was saying, and Rae blinked at him. “Thank you. I would appreciate that.” She said finally and looked up at Tyrant with a shake of her head; he seemed to be snarling. It wasn’t a question of trusting the boy, Rae’s opinion was that they were in this together if he was willing to stitch her up she would take his offer- it was something she could not do herself because of the wound being under her bust. She did not follow him to the table but Rae’s keen eyes noticed the knives- how did he get those on the plane? It was a curious thought that was quickly distracted by Tyrant once more.
She knew the daemon could be more deadly than he had been so far, his refusal to help the plane land more safely had caused the death that littered the cabin and marred the snow. There was no point being angry with him over this, she had learnt in their meetings previously that he was as stubborn as a bull and that, should he choose to, he could crush the people here instead of saving them. It was enough to her, to suggest he was not ‘all bad’ when he mentioned ‘distracting them for a while’. Unfortunately she didn’t know she was still clueless as to what ‘them’ were and he seemed adamant against having such a conversation with her. His eyes went to the girl in the corner, munching on her cereal bar and picking at the seeds that fell into her clothes and Rae’s eyes followed his. “You said she was your responsibility, but I looked after her last night while you slept…”
”I cannot protect you, nor can I protect them” He seemed genuinely pained with the words his spoke.
Then he began undressing. Seriously, there was only so much hot man flesh a teenage girl could take. Rae found herself blushing and looking away from him, back out to the blooded snow. Rae wished she knew what was going on, she wished he’d stop and talk for a moment, to plan with her, to clue her in on what was happening; but she better than to ask him to do so. She knew there was a fight ahead of them; she knew there would be more blood to follow. “Okay.” She spoke softly to the daemon, “We can make this work, Tyr.” She added, sounding almost shy as he slipped out of the main cabin and into the snow.
Her eyes went back to the newcomer- “Can you use those knives?” She asked him, removing herself from the open doorway momentarily. “If you still offer to help me- us- I will take it, but it might require more than you stitching me up.” She told him.
Post by Vrases Claudt on Dec 28, 2012 12:48:02 GMT -5
looking up from his kit to see the man outside stripping, Vrases silently laughed; the man was making it blatantly obvious to what he was and what he intended to do. " probably daemon, considering those iridescent tattoos that began to circle his body. the lady of the blue visits him; not exactly a good omen." he thought to himself. "well, if he intends to be the hero, i wont stop him; it's his choice. we would have a better chance if we stuck together rather then having someone go bad ass and take on whatever is outside on their own, though." shaking his head slightly, he continued to pull out the tools, as well as other items.
noting the both the man and the woman's appearance, he continued to investigate silently as the girl walked over to him and asked if he could use his knives. quietly, he chuckled at her intuitiveness. looking her in the eyes, he said " yes, although generally they're not exactly necessary; i usually don't need them. although for this situation, i think they might be useful..." taking a moment to think, he spoke again."so what are you? you don't exactly seem like your friend out there, glowing tattoos and what not; but your perception isn't exactly human either. not many people would notice the knives, a lot would probably think their eyes are playing tricks." he took a moment to look at the girl, and spoke again. looking at her in interest, he asked, "you a shifter or something?... or are you someone who's goes to look for people like us on purpose?" he said, as he gestured towards the man outside as well as himself, cocking his head to the side a bit for emphasis. Although he had had run in's with hunters before, he knew that this world worked in shades of gray; not all hunters were attached to simply one side of the world. in this case, HE would be the one who has to cooperate, not the other way around, unlike last time he had a run in with one. as she looked at the surroundings for a moment, he finally had a chance to look at her up close. with glistening dark eyes, multi-colored hair and a slender figure, she was entrancing. if he wasn't exactly in a threatening situation, he would have been drawn to her, easily. " damn it man, now is not the time. focus on what's at hand, and worry about that later." he thought to himself, sighing quietly to himself, shaking his head in resignation.
touching his necklace quickly, he asked the girl quietly; " alright, if whatever the hell is out there is coming soon, we need all the people who can fight as ok as possible. so lets get a look at the wound real quick, alright?" he gestured to the girl to show him the wound as he turned around quickly to get a small bowl and a clean rag. looking over quickly at the humans, he turned his back towards them so they could not see what he was doing. quickly, he filled the bowl with warm water, conjuring it quickly so as not to alarm the other passengers. once finished, he put the rag into the water, placed the bowl on the table, and grabbed a nearby box. "Here, sit down; it'll be easier to work on if your stationary rather then moving from side to side if your standing.... my name is vrases by the way; if we are in this situation we might as well know each others names rather then calling each other "boy" and "girl." smirking quietly, he set about his business to stitch up the girl, hoping that the wound wasn't as bad as it looked.
Last Edit: Dec 28, 2012 14:33:39 GMT -5 by Vrases Claudt
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 28, 2012 15:01:54 GMT -5
Tyr silently congratulated himself as he picked at the frozen blue marks lifted , thinking of what a pain it was going to be to recover from such severe cold damage, as he had little experience with any negative effects of cold, raising his hands as if approaching a skittish our potentially dangerous animal, cautioning Rae and newguy "Stay here." So he told them, shivering, not from cold, but from a small biological thing. You wouldn't get it.
Native to freezing regions, there were several biological oddities about Tyr's people that could not be found among your average bunch of daemons. These traits were more obvious on his father, but still there with Tyr. For one, he burned with an inner fire that protected him from the cold. It was also presently burning the snow underneath his feet and Tyr frowned down at the puddle.
Secondly, along the major areas of his body, such as his chest, shoulders, the backs of his arms, his back, thighs, and calves, were thin, silky patches of hair. When his Jakes were up, these hairs extended to a good few inches in length, causing him to look like a wolfman of sorts.
Tyr shook his hands as his talons extended, turning the once ivory fingers and toys of his hands and feet black and leathery. He snarled, opening his mouth and showing teeth which seemed human when he smiled but were actually pointed and slightly serrated. His hair grew out and he padded off on all fours, looking quoted the wolfman.
He considered killing Rae and the make when he was finished with his business. After all, Tyr was reluctant to leave any witnesses of his form behind. They would never again see him as human and likely his almost savage at times behavior would make more sense now.He decided such decision could wait for when his task was complete.
After circling back around shortly, Tyr perched silently atop the ruined plane. He bit his wrist, showing blood toflow smoothly out. He cupped his hand to the bite and flung a handful of it onto the plane. The beasts could not resist the daemonic scent, that of their ancient and feared enemy. They would come and accept the bait he offered. Only the strongest, of course, for the weakest would likely be frightened away by his scent. If things went as Tyr hoped, the alpha himself would make an appearance. Let him. Let him come. Tyr laid in wait.
Post by Vrases Claudt on Dec 28, 2012 16:10:13 GMT -5
as Vrases attended to the girl, he smelled a strange scent in the air; blood. "not just any blood.." he thought to himself. taking it in, he felt his hair stand on edge in response; the creature outside was bleeding, from what, he did not know. feeling adrenaline course though his veins, he closed his eyes and focused on the work at hand; the fun would happen later. forcing the animal instinct inside of him down, he continued his work inside of the plane. opening and closing his hands, he kept doing this to make sure that no transformation occurred; when his hands went, their was no going back. " all this waiting is making anxious.. and kind of hungry." he thought to himself, smiling a thin lipped smile, feeling his teeth extend a small amount. shaking his head, he finally was able to get complete control over himself, for the moment. as all of this happened internally, he was externally stoic; he still showed nearly no emotions. "hopefully the hunter doesn't pick up on that... she probably will though.... damn, that was careless of me." he thought. keeping one eye on the outside scene in anticipation, he continued his work anxiously.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 28, 2012 17:39:59 GMT -5
"Yes, although generally they're not exactly necessary; I usually don't need them. Although for this situation, I think they might be useful..."
Rae did not keep a collection of knives, she was not the sort of women who liked knives, they were almost too close and personal for her, she was not typically use to killing just yet, it was something she was slowly getting use to but Rae had only killed once with a knife. That time had been a vampire; the creature had tortured her in her dreams and had tried to kill her there. In light of this, Rae wanted desperate revenge on him and she had sliced his throat, taking his head off. It had been worth it, it had felt great…until after, when she could not stop herself from reflecting upon it. The other problem with knives, of course, was that they reminded her of the little blades she took to her arm when she harmed herself.
Her eyes passed over the collection again and she asked; “How did you get them on the plane?”
”So what are you?”
The question surprised her. IT meant he wasn’t human. It meant that he knew about the supernatural world and that he was a part of it. Strange. She was not sure what he was, not instantly, for a moment she wondered. He was not a vampire, it was daylight, he was not a daemon or Tyr would not have dismissed him so easily. As he continued to look at her he mentioned shifters and she assumed that was it. Why would his mind automatically go to something he was not, that would make no sense? She frowned for a moment, not sure how to address his question. Particularly as he added a death threat into the mixture;
“or are you someone who's goes to look for people like us on purpose?”
“I’m human.” She told him. “My father was a hunter- he taught me to look after myself.” This of course was a lie, but he had no way of knowing that, she lied so flawlessly and always her lies were built on some sort of truths.
He asked to look at her wounds and Rae nodded, she sat, perched on the box and unzipped her hoodie. From there she pulled off the shirt she had been wearing and rolled the vest from underneath up her bust. Her side ached, and while she was slender with a feminine athletic built there were several bruises all across her ribs. She tucked her vest up under her bra and unstrapped the belt she had tied around herself to stop the bleeding. She sighed, it hurt, and Rae found herself gritting her teeth.
She looked up to see that Tyrant was gone now, and sighed; he was foolish to handle this on her own, but equally she was happy that he was taking action now. Surprisingly she found it made her feel safer to have him on her side instead of against her.
He stuck her with the needle and she hissed; “Ow, Jesus, are you sure you’ve done this before?” She asked, hissing a little bit at the itching pain. Her hands reached out for the hostess trolley and she grabbed for the brandy bottle they had been drinking from last night. Rae took a long gulp, a long hearty swig to numb the intense pain she felt as he cleaned and then fixed the break in her porcelain skin.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 28, 2012 18:21:20 GMT -5
It had begun snowing again. Lighter now and not quite the snowstorm from earlier, but the wind was biting andit's bite was indeed harsh. Tyr could not help but revert to the form he was most comfortable with. And so, the hybrid now sat on to of the plane,a man wearing naught but his boxers and the snow that fast covered him. The only soon that would have given away his presence was the trail his breath left in the air.
Tyr could hear small snippets of the conversation beinghad underneath him. The man was obviously a fool; he so readily gave away his one true advantage: secrecy. He was no daemon, this Tyr knew, for his blood would rage were he. Neither was he a shifter, Tyr knew without a doubt. No chaos called out from him.
In fact, he reeked of nature; a seed of it seemed to germinate within him. A werebeast, then. That little fact was enough for Tyr, he did not care enough to set his mind to puzzling out more of the man's nature. In a world of predator and prey, he was petty and that was all Tyr needed to know. Foolish prey was feeble fare for the belly of a sea wolf.
The hybrid had actually begun to doze of when he heard it. Or rather, felt it, for it came from quite a distance. The howl, or perhaps a primal roar,a shrill scream carried on the chill wind, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard it. To resist wad to go mad. Tyr embraced it, reveling in the alpha's call. They two would meet in battle, soon.
Post by Vrases Claudt on Dec 28, 2012 18:42:05 GMT -5
watching her gaze over his collection, Vrases noted that she seemed to be in deep thought as she glanced over the knives. "they arent exactly for everyone i guess" he thought.
"how did you get them on the plane?"
looking at her, he replied " its not very hard to get things past security now a days. i have a small box that i picked up in Brazil during a contract. its made of a substance similar to lead, however it differs from lead on one basic part. it doesn't allow really allow any x-ray waves to pass through, and its supposedly not even picked up on the security screens. its small enough that it doesn't bring much attention to it either, always helpful."
"my father was a hunter"
smiling, he told her "haha, no need to get defensive. i didn't mean my question to seem malicious. i simply wanted to know the nature of your origin, or his, but i cant exactly find that out right now. ive met hunters before, they can be quite interesting. where was your fathers hunting ground?" seeing that internally she was seemingly coming to a conclusion on my nature, vrases quickly added, " by the way, im not a shifter. i merely said that in order to see how you would react, and if you would come to a conclusion. a lot of times, shifters will become really nervous and skittish if you accuse them of being one; they tend to not like having their true nature found out." smiling at her, he continued to work.
"ok, get ready, this will hurt a little." quickly, he stuck the needle in to her arm and pushed. hearing her complain, he smirked, stating, " calm down, that parts over. its a small dose of a light anesthesia derived from yarrow root. it will dull the pain, but leave you in full consciousness. good for quick works. and yes, i have done this before." watching her take a swig, he waited until she took a big mouthful and swallowed, making sure she was ready. with practiced ease, he washed off the dry blood with the water and then dabbed at the wound with a small amount of disinfectant, making sure to kill any infection. "all right, easy parts over with. it's not too bad; I've seen worse, but I've seen better. laceration about 5 inches, but it didn't penetrate the dermis layer of the skin, so it should coagulate fairly quickly. we're still going to need to stitch it, so bear with me. the anesthesia has probably kicked in, so you wont feel this, but it'll be sore in the morning, and make sure not to move your side to quickly; i don't want to have to stitch you up again. taking his needle and thread, he quickly finished up the stitching in under a minute, making sure to keep it as quick as possible so she wouldn't need to keep her shirt up in cold weather; no one likes that feeling.
after all this, he stood up and said "all right, your all good now. be careful for a bit, alright? not much that we can do for your bruises; take some of these." handing her two pills, he continued " their ibuprofen, 400 milligrams in all. should help with the bruises, sure help me out when i get knocked around a bit." smiling lightly, he got up, and pulled out a flask of his own; "good ole' Jack Daniels, here to save the day. cheers, here's to living." he took a long swig of the burning liquid, exhaled slightly and looked at his handiwork. "not too bad, she'll just have be careful, don't want the stitching's to come out." he thought. as he looked at the wound, he suddenly found himself admiring her figure without even thinking about it. "son of a bitch, i gotta stop doing that." he thought to himself, shaking his head and taking a swig. looking from the girl to the door, he waited in anticipation for the coming events. "hey, i never caught your name by the way" he said nonchalantly .
Last Edit: Dec 28, 2012 20:37:32 GMT -5 by Vrases Claudt
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 29, 2012 4:37:29 GMT -5
Defensive?
If he thought that was her being defensive he was sourly mistake. She had fed him a lie, but she had spoken to him about it at least, Rae was well known for being a shy person, she was well known for being extraordinarily tight lipped. She did not tell people anything about herself very often. If he wanted her to be defensive she could be, and she was sure those knives of his would not save him from her attitude. This was a girl who had been brought up (for the first part of her life) on the banks of Chelsea, London. She had mingled with the pomp and celebrity culture, she had gone to a school where if you were considered weak you were turned into cow-fodder. She had been a socialite, a fashion starter, a trend setter- she had been blonde, beautiful, and brash, everyone had wanted her or wanted to be her. He knew nothing of how difficult she could be is she wanted to be so.
Why did he have so many questions? It was not good for to be answering so many questions. She knew Tyrant would need no persuading to kill anyone, and she wondered briefly if this bold buffoon was working with Tyrant. It seemed unlikely, but it would not be the first time the daemon had surprised her. Rae was quickly learning never to expect anything from him, so maybe he would work with this creature. Rae wet her lips, running her tongue over them slowly, thoughtfully as she said; “America.” And that was the only answer she gave to any questions about her father, or hunting.
He wasn’t a shifter. Then he was a Were. He was almost too playful, too self-assured to be anything else. She just smiled back at him and did not question him as he questioned her, his words telling her everything she needed to know. He would be a great fighter, if not a little unpredictable. It seemed unpredictability was following her everywhere.
She was grateful to him for stitching her up, and when he announced he was finished she unhooked her vest from her bra, let it fall back into place and redressed herself, pulling her bloody hoody on last she zipped it into place and pulled the hood up over her pale pink hair. She shivered with a little cold, and took another long swig from the bottle of liquor. A part of her wished her had not numbed her, there would have been no need; she could have managed the pain herself. There was a fight coming, there was violence in the air and she did not want the sedative to slow her down. Rae knew, if the fight came to them, if Tyr could not hold alone, then she would rip her stitches anyway; but for now they provided relief. On her third swig from the heavy bottle of sweet golden liquid she met his ‘cheers’ and drank once more.
Then she turned to the men in the rest of the main cabin. There were only men now, men, a daemon, a Were and her. It was not the most admirable of armies, but it would have to do. She already knew Murphy, Jones and Abram would be strong men, they were looking for heavy labour work. They would hold their own in a bar brawl, they could probably fight a little. They would have to be the last defence of the cabin. Jameston had taken to drinking heavily, there were two empty bottles beside him and he was blubbering like a child for the death of his wife. He would need to be protected- or turned into bait. Rae surprised herself with that thought; maybe she’d been around Tyrant too long…
There were was the child and the wounded man. He was barely alive, she needed a lot of protection. Both of them were weak, logistically both of them would slow them all down, both of them would be a risk. But Rae found she could not sentence the girl to death…she reminded her so much of the little brother she had lost.
“There’s a fight coming.” She murmured, her sweet tones dancing in the still air. “We need to be able to defend this cabin…we only have one entrance…but should that opening fall, we will all die.” She told them, as blunt as when she had spoken about leaving to find a village. She wondered why she found herself taking charge again. “If you want to survive this…” The word brought a sob from the recently widowed man. “Then I have to ask you to fight whatever comes.” She was almost apologetic; she had not wanted to have it come to this.
They had nothing, other than what they could find, and the knives. Rae went to her pack. It was not the backpack she usually carried around, that kept her laptop and her life in it. No, she had left that in London with Eli; what she had now was a smaller pack, it had necessities within it. Including the small medical kit she had used to bandage the child and the wounded man, a few books on supernatural cults, her ipod (of course, what teenager went anywhere without music) and a few other pieces. Rae had a set of knuckles with her; she got them through security based on the idea of them being a gift- they were tightly packaged, with a coded strap on them. She pulled the box out and broke it open after a few minutes of working on the strap.
Taking the silver knuckle dusters from the box she slipped them over the black fingerless gloves she wore, they fight tightly and she flexed her palms for a moment; then Rae fit a slender pin-dagger attachment to the right hand one; giving it a deadlier pinch for her victims.
“My names Rae.” She told him, looking up at him for a moment before she stood again, swept up the small girl. “This is Lily.” She added; the girl was wearing a small bracelet that said so, and she had found it on her last night. The little girl looked on with big blue eyes, as Rae put her down towards the back of the cabin, sitting her between two chairs, handing her some of the on-board sweets from the hostess trolley and covering her with a blanket. “Stay quiet.” She told the girl, touching back her blonde hair before returning to the opening.
It had started to snow again.
That was not good
But at least it covered the blood but it would also make things difficult to see if a storm rose again. She wet her lips; they were chipping against the dangerous winds, the plush cheery becoming cracked and sore. She leant in the shattered opening of the cabin door and watched; distance howls rose and she shivered…
Post by Vrases Claudt on Dec 29, 2012 12:57:21 GMT -5
looking over the humans as they walked over and back, he took all of the details into account. Rae, as she was known as, scrounged about and pulled out a pair of knuckles, furthering his conclussing that she was in actuality a hunter, and the oil riggers looked like they would be able to pull out some steel piping or something; at least they would put up a small fight. walking over to lily, he looked at her and suddenly he was remembering when he was her age; orphaned and distrustful of everything. " guess not much has changed, but..eh. might as well try and lighten her spirits." dropping a small box into her hand as she ate sweets pulled from the cabin, he whispered to her " its itching powder; if you want to do some tricks, go put it on one of the big loggers necks. then run and laugh." watching as she quietly snuck up behind the large logger named Murphy, she got a small amount and got away quickly before she was spotted. as Murphy began to itch like a madman, lily and murphys friends laughed at the small trick, at least lightening their attitudes up. it was just a parlor trick, but it somewhat helped the mood inside. smiling quietly as he turned to the door, he grabbed his coat and headed outside to sit on the plane; "enough waiting" he thought.
climbing on top of the plane, he was not very surprised to see the daemon in his true form. walking non nonchalantly, he walked to a spot on the plane a small distance from the daemon, and listened to the howling of the wind...and other things. calmly, he spoke. "look daemon, i know you that you know what the hell is out there. i dont, but i can hear it...and smell it. Its coming right now, using the snow to its advantage. Probably for you, since you decided to lure it out with your blood, reeking with daemon essence. whatever the hell it is, its got a vendetta against either you or your kind. Now, i really don't care about your personal reasons for even coming here in the first place, but if we are going to get out of here in one piece, as hard as it seems, we have to work together. once this is all over, you can go your merry way to do whatever, ill finish my contract, and we wont have to do this again; and your hunter friend can go back to hunting whatever the hell she was chasing. odds are we'll never have to do this again. So what is it? if it bleeds, we can kill it, and i am feeling hungry. smiling, he felt his teeth grow larger at the thought of finally sating himself. feeling his nails grow into curved claws, he scrapped them against the metal of the plane in anticipation for the coming fight. "if you kill the one that's coming right now, we can come up with a plan to kill the rest of its pack. i'll leave the angry one for you, but i want the others if they come; i have to sate my blood thirst, and creature flesh is the perfect choice." emitting a deep growl unconsciously, he waited for whatever was coming to get here so he could finally sink his teeth into it with fervor.
Last Edit: Dec 29, 2012 13:02:56 GMT -5 by Vrases Claudt
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 29, 2012 14:01:17 GMT -5
Tyr yawned, looking at the human who sat next to him with disdain. This one, he was sure that he did not like. It wasn't even a racial thing, and Tyr intended to tell him so. The hybrid simply did not like werebeasts. One did not take on the traits of lowly prey, for that lessened oneself. Yet here sat next to him a human whose ancestors had done so. Disgusting. Abomination. And yet he somehow felt this was justification enough, that he had a right, to assume as he pleased and forget his place in the presence of royalty? Unacceptable.
"Look, human, you know not half of what you think you know." This Tyr put bluntly, blunt add the mans accusations were. "You are little but appetizer for the beat I hunt, it matters not how you pervert your form. You are unmatched." Simply stated four a human. "I have spent the entirety of my 19 years of existence preparingfor tthis, and I am still nervous. How have you wasted yours, human?" Tyr did not normally talk like this, but he felt extra emphasis on the human part was important.
The hybrid knew, it did not matter if the boy sitting next to him did. Humans had limitations, every breed of them. The'super naturals' had much less. The gods, next to. none. But daemons... Daemons could do anything, become anything. "You have limits. Embrace them and join your kin below. When the slaughter behind, perhaps I will let you live."
Then, with a look of amusement, Tyr stated simply "I am not a daemon."
