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| Monsters Deconstructed; [Wolfsbane] | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 16 2014, 06:52 PM (348 Views) | |
| Toxin | Sep 16 2014, 06:52 PM Post #1 |
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9/7, late evening It wasn't far from what used to be home. He couldn't go back to North Salem, not ever, but the surrounding area was still familiar. He couldn't go back to Mutant Town, not after where he'd been the past five years. Even if they didn't recognize him, which was quite possible with his changes, the Brotherhood would find him if he stayed in one place. Anyone still had connections with were connected to someone in the Brotherhood, and - he didn't know where to find his old friends. Even if he could though - he'd endanger them just by meeting with them again. He needed to keep moving. It was tempting to take to the sea, but that had been a harsh few weeks if that was how long he really had been lost at sea. There were places further south where it would be possible to live at sea more comfortably, though. Islands, surely there had to be some away from everyone and everything... but no. He had done too much to just walk away and leave things as they were. There was unfinished business. And maybe he wanted them to find him again. To justify leaving, to put an end to it - something. When he'd walked away, he knew that it would come to that eventually. Either the Brotherhood finding him - or SHIELD. And maybe he deserved that. |
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| Wolfsbane | Sep 18 2014, 02:26 AM Post #2 |
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As it turns out, even werewolf babies get sick. After a momentary panic, a startle on several levels from his parents, it was determined under some wise counsel from Dr. Moira McTaggert, scientist and mom in her own right, that the best thing to do was to get to a pharmacy and get some Tylenol for infants. It would abate the symptoms and he would rest and get better. Jack was usually the one out running errands, and if Rahne was honest with herself, she could stand a chance to get out and into town. It had been a while since she stopped in at Salem Center, and it was always nice to get out of the mansion on a light errand. Salem Center at night was pretty nice, really. Had plenty of small-town charm, but also the ritz and appeal of upscale shopping and commerce. Plus they had her favorite place to pick up imported teas, so she had resolved to make a stop there after getting the medicine. "Alright, so... half a dose?" Rahne asked the cashier at the pharmacy as she checked out. She found herself wishing she was out here during actual pharmacy hours so she could speak with an actual pharmacist instead of the cashier, but it was as close as she could get. "Right. My little girl had a pretty nasty cold a few weeks back, and she was feeling way better like, by the next morning," the young woman at the checkout said with a wide smile punctuated by her bright pink painted fingernails drumming along the countertop. "I'll take yuir word for it, then, thanks," Rahne said with a nod and a smile as she grabbed up her purchase and made her way out into the plaza. "Tch," she clucked with a frown as she looked over in the direction of her tea shoppe. Lights out. That highly noticeable even at this distance sign in the door - "CLOSED". "Maybe next week," she said with a shrug of her shoulders, heading back towards the bus stop. |
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| Toxin | Sep 18 2014, 09:02 PM Post #3 |
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Breath puffed out in a white mist. He had to figure something out before winter, as it was the cold was getting to him. He was glad that he wasn't cold blooded for real, at least according to Sanctuary's finest, but it still bothered the reptilian mutant. Well, it probably bothered most people, and it didn't help that he was about thin as a rail. It was tempting to break into his childhood home. It was still empty from the looks of it. He was almost half way there before he stopped himself. No. Too dangerous, and would't that be the first place someone might look? Stupid. The cold was making him stupid. He needed to think about this rationally. What he really ought to do was lay low somewhere for a few months, somewhere warm for the winter, and use the time to figure things out. He had to strengthen his resolve. As it was, he'd probably go crawling back if the wrong person found him first. His thoughts were full of self loathing as he headed out of town again. For staying with the Brotherhood for so long, for leaving them - not the group as a whole but the ones that had become more to him than his family had ever been. If they came to him, would he go back or would he stand his ground? He couldn't kill them, and he couldn't - what was that? There was a figure coming up behind him. His steps slowed, and his eyes narrowed as he caught the scent in the air. Without hesitating he pulled a knife and turned to face the mutant - certain that it was someone from the Brotherhood - or SHIELD - why else would they be following him? "Stay back." His stance was more defensive than anything, and if it was someone who knew what he was really capable they'd know they were lucky he was going for his knives rather than threatening them with his much more deadly claws. It didn't occur to him that they might not know him at all. Since when did coincidence play any part in his life? |
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| Wolfsbane | Sep 18 2014, 11:53 PM Post #4 |
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So there it was. Errand run, now time to just hop on the bus and get back home. Jack was probably having a miserable time with the baby, and she certainly wasn't about to dawdle. He just had to go and get sick, didn't he? He just had to. Couldn't wait for, mid-day on a weekend so they could all just hop out and get it taken care of. Nope, had to be late night. Had to be when the pharmacists were done for the day. Just had to. Then the guy in front of her slowed to a stop while Rahne wasn't quite paying full attention, causing Rahne to have to stumble to a stop herself. She didn't have much time to ponder the significance of it, as he spun around, brandishing a knife that glinted in the glow of the streetlights. Was this a mugging? She'd never been mugged before. That one time in Mutant Town, where she and her mother were attacked... that was something else entirely. And in that moment, she had unleashed herself to a degree she never had before or since - the lone exception being perhaps against the Purifiers, but she didn't remember that all too well. There was something odd about this one, though - his scent was off. Was he a mutant? Couldn't tell, not just yet. Either way, he was about to get a rude awakening if he thought he could take her as if she was just any other woman. "Ye're lookin' f'r money?" she asked. Something seemed wrong though. 'Stay back'? That didn't seem quite right, did it? Either way, she steeled herself, knees bent slightly, leg muscles tensed and ready to take defensive measures if necessary. Hopefully, she'd just be able to talk him down, but just in case... "I think ye're goin' about it the wrong way, sir. Put the knife down, take a deep breath, an' relax." |
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| Toxin | Sep 24 2014, 07:24 PM Post #5 |
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Her response threw Dustin off even further. Money? What? His face went from guarded to openly confused. For a moment he considered if she wasn't just trying to get him to let his guard down. She had a decent fighting stance, so she wasn't some untrained civilian. But that didn't mean she was SHIELD. Or from the Brotherhood. He couldn't be absolutely sure, but she seemed genuine. His stomach flipped. She was just a mutant who didn't need to deal with his bullshit. Mutants out here dealt with so much shit from humans. They didn't need it from other mutants. "Shit, I'm sorry," he said, backing off further, but he returned his knives to where they belonged rather than dropping them like she told him. He didn't have spares, and he might have to leave quickly. He couldn't go unarmed. "I thought you were someone else." That wasn't enough. He'd given the woman a fright. "There's some - dangerous people after me. You could say I'm a little jumpy." He'd have given her a reassuring smile if he thought it'd help, but- well, fangs. Fangs were not reassuring and he didn't need to bare them at her. Instead he just tried to look apologetic. |
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| Wolfsbane | Sep 24 2014, 08:58 PM Post #6 |
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Rahne's eyes narrowed, jaw tensely set. This guy - he was mad, perhaps. Driven past the brink of sanity from whatever paranoia was haunting his mind. But he was also dangerous, that much was certain. He was armed, he was panicked, he was jumpy. A very bad combination for anyone, no less so for someone who seemed... Different. She could barely make out facial features from under his concealment, but he certainly seemed a bit different from human. Grayish skin tone perhaps? Hard to tell. Rahne never was the best with color distinction. "Dangerous people," Rahne repeated, mulling it over. Something very not right about this situation. She just couldn't tell what. But she couldn't just leave this guy, possibly crazy, definitely wielding knives to just wander the streets of Salem on his own, where the next person he came across might actually get one of those knives stuck someplace highly unpleasant. "Tell me a bit about these dangerous people," she said, hoping to delay him. Keep him there where she could see him. Yes, her son was sick at home, but here, now, this guy posed a very real threat, and surely Greg and Jack could wait a bit until she was sure that threat was neutralized. She just hoped talking him down would do the trick. |
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| Toxin | Sep 25 2014, 04:56 AM Post #7 |
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It was hard for him to tell if she believed him or not, if she was just humoring the guy with the knives. Well, it didn't matter too much did it? He wasn't going to bother her any more if he had any say in it. While he could tell that she was different, a mutant he was certain of it, he wasn't sure what she could do. If he told her what he had been what would she do? What could she do? She'd asked, but how much was safe to tell? Nothing at all, really, but there was likely nothing he could say that could improve the situation. What the hell, if he told her, she damn well might call SHIELD before he could get out of the area. Cell phones and all that. He was sure they'd be on the scene in moments, considering how close it was to New York City. If she wasn't the sort to deal with things herself that was. With mutants you never really knew what they might have up their sleeves. "The kind that kills anyone who decides that they want out," he said quietly, after a moment. It was strange. In Sanctuary they had been treated like heroes, but out here - he knew it was the reverse. Out here he was a criminal, a terrorist, not a soldier, just an out of control mutant. Or a monster. "I'm sure you know of the Brotherhood." Admitting something like that was stupid. So was leaving the Brotherhood, and joining it in the first place, and ignoring his misgivings all along. He did a lot of stupid things, but at least he wasn't making the same mistakes now. "The less you have to do with me the better. I am sorry." |
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| Wolfsbane | Sep 26 2014, 06:45 PM Post #8 |
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"I see," Rahne said with a slow, deliberate nod of her head as the stranger explained - a little. The Brotherhood - that was bad business no matter what. But this seemed to happen a few times, if she recalled correctly. Somebody realizes that the Brotherhood are less an idealistic army and more a gang of violence-addicted psychopaths and tries to get out, only to put themselves square on the organization's hit list. "This is quite a quandary, isn't it? On the one hand, ye're in a bad spot, trouble on yuir tail. On the other, I cannae just leave ye t' yuir own devices out here, where ye're liable to jump at someone a little less well-trained an' that could get 'em gutted," Rahne said, tapping her right foot on the cobblestone street. As an X-Man, it was Rahne's responsibility to do something in this case. Just what, however, she didn't know. "I'm guessing ye weren't all that high on the totem pole, as I'm nae so terribly familiar with ye, at the very least from what little I can gleam. Ye're certain they're gunnin' for ye? Have ye had yuirself any run ins so far?" She didn't know enough. She didn't even know if this was genuine yet. If he was actually on the fun from his former fellow cultists or if this was somehow an act or a trick. She hated the feeling of being mildly paranoid, but what if that was the case? What if he was faking it and she couldn't tell? Wouldn't be the first time. "I may have to call back home t' see what I should do. Would that be a problem for ye? If I reach for muh cell, are we gonna have a problem?" |
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