Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 18, 2015 18:19:06 GMT -5
Nyght shivered, pulling the big thick jacket around herself tightly as she stepped down off the big military plane. It was FREEZING here in Alaska in the middle of November, and she was not exceptionally thrilled about being here. However of course she would help out Aela, who had been helping her out so much. She dropped her large duffle bag on the ground, and looked around. Reaching up behind herself she pulled her hood up and grumbled. Here she was in Fort Wainwright, Alaska and it was snowing.
She held her hand out, catching several flakes of frozen liquid precipitation upon her gloved hand and grimaced watching them melt. She looked back up the ramp, waiting for Aela and that goober Jack to come out as well. They where certainly taking THEIR dear sweet time. She wondered if it was because they where so old. The joke slipped out of her lips before she could even stop it. "Hey, you two old farts frozen back there or something? Does that mean I can go back to sunshine and....palm trees?"
She laughed, knowing she did not really mean it. Aela had wanted their help for some reason, and of course Nyght was willing to help her one and only true friend. Sure, Jack was a friend...but he had not helped her like Aela had. She almost felt like there was a bond between Aela and herself. An almost mother/daughter bond she had never really had before because she had been taken away from her own mother, then denied by her when she had returned on her own simply for being what she was. It had broken her heart, not that she had EVER admitted that to anybody ever before and she never would. However, with Aela it almost felt like the relationship she had never had was back now, and she was excited to have it.
Last Edit: Oct 18, 2015 19:42:10 GMT -5 by Nyghtingale
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Oct 18, 2015 19:07:42 GMT -5
When Aela had requested his assistance with something of a supernatural nature, Jack had immediately dropped the russian mobster he'd been in thr process of torturing and made his way to the woman. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do... Like break up an international human trafficking ring and avenge a certain deceased eastern european prostitute. No, nothing so important. Ah, well. The young man could use a break anyways. You could only deal with mobsters for so long before becoming super cynical. 'sides, his friends could use his help.
"Hold your horses!" Jack shouted after Nyght. "I swear. Youngsters these days," The young man said to Aela with a wink. "No patience, this generation!" He quickly hurried after the other elemental.
Looking somewhat worn, Jackson had a hint of circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't been getting much sleep lately. His appearance, while normal, had an almost ragged aura about them. Just a thing or two out of place, here and there, but it was noticable. At least, to the young man who'd broken his bathroom mirror that morning in a fit of frustrated rage. But none of that mattered. He was on an adventure!
Aela wasn't in the mood for jokes or antics, so she just nodded at Jackson's comedic comment. They had traveled to Alaska for one reason and one reason only; to hunt the Akhult. She hadn't told her two companions yet, for fear that they would automatically back out on such an absurd mission. So she was saving it until dinner that night.
They'd gotten transport to the northern-most US state by pulling a few strings and telling a few lies. Of course, Aela's position in the US Army was on the line if she didn't use her time wisely. She had been the one to acquire the jumbo-jet bomber, on one condition from her Commanding Officer of course. There was a few documents that Carpowitz had needed from the AK Base, and the only available air vehicle was the Jumbo Jet in the back of Hanger A113. So they'd taken it.
Stepping out into the frigid air, Aela breathed a sigh of relief, her breath condensing into a misty cloud as she did so. They'd made it without crashing, and she was determined to leave there unharmed.
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 18, 2015 19:50:03 GMT -5
Morgan watched as Jack came out of the airplane first. Although he was the same age as herself, Morgan noticed a certain haggardness about the man recently. Almost as if the guy was not sleeping very well, if he was even sleeping at all. The deep dark circles under his eyes spoke even louder about that assumption, and his over all appearance as well. She hoped whatever was bothering him was behind him now, and that while he was up here he could get some rest and stuff. Not only was she worried about him, but she also did not want his tiredness to affect what they where doing up here. Whatever it was they where doing up here.
Her gaze settled on Aela as she came out of the plane next, looking quite somber. This made Morgan's face fall a little bit, realizing how deeply worried Aela was. She was hoping to try and lighten the mood, but Aela did not seem at all lightened, and in fact seemed even more somber. This made the corner's of Morgan's lips turn down, and she furrowed her eyebrows. She wondered what it was that had Aela so worried and was upsetting her. Was it the reason for this trip, or was it something else entirely? She would find out soon enough, and dig for the answers if she had to.
Grabbing her bag by the handle, hoisting it up over her shoulder she waited for Aela then began to follow her. After all, they where on a military air base, and she did not want to get Aela in any trouble or make her look bad in front of her fellow soldiers. So Morgan remained silent for the moment, trudging through the slowly building snow after her wondering what the next step in their plan was. She sorta hoped sleep, seeing as sleeping on the obnoxiously loud, very uncomfortable airplane had been entirely out of the question. Instead she had amused herself with playing with her electrical powers, trying to see how fine she could get them down to and do things with.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Oct 18, 2015 20:04:46 GMT -5
The young man had not failed to notice Aela's serious, almost somber, demeanour. It was making the chronicallu unserious Jack just a little bit uncomfortable. That was why he'd been attempting to lighten the mood with humor. Sadly, Aela seemed to be in no mood for it at this particular moment in time. Whatever they were in this arctic wasteland for, it had to be serious, was the young man's reasoning.
Though it saddened him somewhat, Jack put on his most serious face. He didn't want to embarrass or get Aela in trouble, knowing she'd gotten the plane through military contacts and they were at an air force base, after all. Perhaps he would manage to convince her later to confide her troubles in him later that evening. The young man thought that unlikely, considering she and Nyght were far closer than he was to either of them, but he had to try. That was what friends did for each other, right?
As the three continued down the air strip towards the main building several hundred yards away, Aela couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She'd called on Jack and Nyght for their assistance, she should be treating them with a bit more respect and hospitality.
Ahead, a golf-cart looking contraption was heading out to them, it's LED headlights lighting up the air strip in front of it. On it was none other than the Corporal Ferweld, who pretty much had claim over the air force base. As he got closer, she looked at her friends. "Look alive. My job's on the line." She didn't mean to sound so hostile, but her mood had, unfortunately, seeped into her tone. With a certain amount of stiffness, she halted and saluted firmly as her Commanding Officer arrived. "Sir." She said, her voice tense.
(((OOC: *tries to fill in the word gap by being lazy*)))))
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 18, 2015 21:17:27 GMT -5
Morgan had already guessed as much, but Aela's words and her tone of voice simply confirmed such to her. She looked at the person sitting in whatever the funny contraption thingy was that was moving towards them, and grimaced. Maybe that would make her look older, and more like she was suppose to be here as well. She honestly did not know what more to do. She glanced at Jack, then when Aela saluted she tried her best to copy the movement exactly. She doubted she did very well, but just hoped it was good enough not to get poor Aela in anymore trouble then she already was in, or could might be in.
After copying the motion, she simply stood silently, letting Aela and whoever this 'Sir' was do the conversing. She kept her trap closed, and tried to remain as still and insignificant as possible. Maybe that was helpful? Maybe it was not. She simply did not know. She remained this way until it was a suitable time to move, whether Aela told them to or the 'Sir' told them to, or it simply seemed like the appropriate time to follow either of them. She really hoped they could get off the military base quickly. The less time they spent here, the less likely they where to get in to any trouble.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Oct 18, 2015 21:44:06 GMT -5
Jack followed Aela cheerfully, seeing as she seemed to know where to go better than he would. As well she should, considering she'd arranged this whole thing. He chocked her attitude up to the serious nature of their business so far north and did his very best not to do anything that might get her in trouble or endanger their task.
A golf cart approached and the young man did his very best not to wave to the individual driving it. Such an action seemed inappropriate and Jack didn't want to seem like he was mocking a military official. Aela informed the two of them that they needed to 'look alive,' whatever that meant. Jack straightened his back and put his serious face back on.
Aela saluted and Nyght mimicked her but Jack just stood there, looking down, willing himself to seem smaller and go unnoticed. He wouldn't speak unless spoken to, on the off chance that he might offend the guy who seemed to be Aela's boss or superior or whatever.
When Nyght tried to mimic her salute, it was all Aela could do not to groan. It wasn't exactly disrespectful, but it was against protocol. Ferweld glanced over at Nyght, one eyebrow raised judgmentally, then turned his attention back to Aela. "As you were." She lowered her salute, loosening up into a normal stance. "It's nice to see you didn't wreck the jet on your way here, Peters. See to it that you do your business and leave. And make sure your FRIENDS stay in line." He emphasized the word with a hostile glare, and turned back to his cart, starting it up and heading back towards the building he came from.
When he was out of earshot, Aela turned on Nyght, who was standing significantly still. "Don't pull that again, alright?" She scolded, and spun on her heel, heading for the chain-link gate that lead off base. Damn, she could act like a total bitch sometimes. Where was her filter?
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 18, 2015 23:24:05 GMT -5
Morgan's eyes narrowed as the officer turned his back after he had turned around. She just COULD NOT help it. Her lips moved wordlessly, but they where still moving and her left hand twisted ever so slightly. Then her lips stopped moving and she smirked slightly. However when Aela turned upon her, her smirked turned towards a scowl, and she shoved her hands in to her pockets. However her spell was already complete, and she simply sulked behind Aela now.
As the man drove off in his cart, the simple electrical battery powering it began to spark and fizzle. After about fifteen feet, the battery literally overloaded and exploded, spraying parts and battery acid everywhere. It may or may not have landed upon the guy, she did not know or look back to find out. All she knew was she had gotten her pay back and revenge for the man's rather nasty attitude and lack of understanding. The golf cart thing was definitely ruined. However nothing about it would ever be able to be traced back to the visit of the three, and thus at least poor Aela would not loose her job, and it would be accountable to "equipment failure".
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Oct 18, 2015 23:46:59 GMT -5
The officer seemed like a bit of a bully. Jack hated bullies. He despised such individuals. The young man stood there, shaking after the interaction with the man. It took all of the self control the young man possessed to resist the urge to bathe in this man's blood.
Jack blinked, exhaling. He resumed his usual goofy smile, darkness having retreated to the pit of his soul, where they would remain, waiting for their next offering of carnage. They loved death oh so much but the silly young man refused to harm innocents, only killing when he felt it was properly justified and served the balance. He thought that helped him. But with every kill, their grip tightened. One day, Jack would be overcome. Ten could wait.
Aela turned around and snappedNyght for what she'd done. They were his friends, but Jack knew the friendship between the two of them ran deeper than anything he held with either of them. So he stayed out of it. Questioning the woman's displeasure with Nyght was not his place. His goofy smile faltered somewhat. The young man felt slightly saddened, for some reason.
Once the three were outside the guarded gate, they had stepped onto a busy street lined with diners and shops. Aela jerked her thumb towards a little, rundown restaurant on the corner just a little ways a way. "We'll stop and eat there. They have pretty much everything on their menu, so it shouldn't be too hard to pick anything." Mentally kicking herself for not apologizing to Nyght yet, she lead her two companions down the sidewalk past boutiques and gun shops until they finally reached their destination.
Inside, a waitress showed them to their corner booth, where Aela slid in after Jack and Nyght, picking up a menu and flipping through it. It might have looked like her attention was on the words in front of her, but her mind and thoughts were somewhere else: the mission they were on. The objective that only she knew about. Biting her lower lip, she tried to push the thought away. She would tell them over dinner. But not just yet.
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 19, 2015 20:28:08 GMT -5
Morgan reached up and pulled her hood over her head before simply followed along after Aela and Jack, her hands stuffed in her pockets and staring at the ground as they trudged through the snowy sludge. Even when Aela spoke, she simply nodded and stared at the ground and kicked a large chunky of melted then refrozen snow. When they walked inside, she dutifully wiped her shoes and followed everybody to the corner booth and slid in to one side.
She sat there, hood still up and staring at the table. She traced a random pattern upon the table with a fingernail chewed past the quick, a nervous habit she was trying to unsuccessfully break. She simply glanced at the menu Jack opened and picked the first thing her eyes set upon instead of really looking through it, then looked back down towards the table in her moody sullen silence. She was upset that Aela, her friend whom she looked up to like a older sister or even mother, had just chastised her so in front of Jack for simply trying to help and blend in. It was not like Morgan knew the military, or how things where suppose to go. She was just trying to help Aela out and not get her in trouble.
She wondered about that. Most people she hung around she ended up getting in trouble in some way or another. Aela, Jack who seemed to be on the verge of some mental or physical break down, that daemon asshole from Egypt, even those people from who had helped her back in France and all ended up better with out her around. Maybe she needed to find out why? Was it something about her? About her personally? Physically? Mentally? Or maybe she was cursed? Not like the kind of curse that most would think of, but cursed from her past. Maybe whoever this...Morgana le Fay was had something to do with this? Maybe it would have been better her father had sacrificed her for whatever evil thing he was planning. Then all of these people would be better off...
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Oct 19, 2015 22:57:13 GMT -5
Finally! Jack resisted the urge to scream out and squeal with joy. They'd arrived at a restaurant and Aela was totally buying. Wait. She was buying, right? The young man feared for a second that he might be bullied into paying, since he was the only guy. Nah, Aela wouldn't do that. She'd invited them and this was obviously her treat. Jack still intended to order the biggest most tastiest and expensivest steak on the menu. Oh who was he kidding! The young man would settle for a halfway decent burger and some fries.
The young man hummed to himself, leading the way. He slid first into the corner booth, securing one of the spots on the outside, much to his delight. It had a good view of anyone who might approach and that pleased him, too. He flipped through the menu until he got to the burgers, already knowing what he wanted. The young man looked up and frowned slightly when he looked at Nyght and Aela.
"Ok, you guys are being super lame! You're, like, best friends! Quit being so moody!" Jack chastised the two of them for being so immature. They were clearly in Alaska on serious business. This wasn't the time for a childish spat between the two of them.
Setting her menu down on the table, Aela sighed an immensely exhausted sigh. "You're right, Jack. I'm sorry for being such a stiff during all this. It's just..." She paused, biting her lip again and not meeting either of the pairs of eyes that were on her. "Just the stress of it all. My job is on the line if any of this gets out of hand, which it most surely will. Despite that, I don't have an excuse to keep ripping a new one to you guys every time you so much as look my way." She tried to meet Nyght's eyes, but they were glued to her menu, her jaw set unforgivingly. "And I'm really sorry about snapping at you like that, Nyght. It wasn't my place, and you were just trying to help."
The table was silent for a moment, the lack of voices hanging like a ticking time bomb over the table, set to go off at any second. Aela clasped her hands tightly in her lap, looking down with a welled up shame that just seemed to keep growing. Would the two ever forgive her for her bitterness? She sure hoped so.