Without a lot of traction they'll slip and we'll catch a break. If you can keep it up for long enough so we can build the ice walls, that would be awesome. It'll give us an edge.
[It's the least he can do until he gets them somewhere where they can get it taken care of. Not to mention he's genuinely a little baffled by this.]
That sounds like a pretty big headache...but I guess everything turned out alright in the end or you wouldn't be here. Were your friends okay? What happened to the mind-controlled guy? [Is this normal???]
[He's holding out an arm to help her up.] I think you might actually be just fine. She's a good girl. She can handle it.
[Mrs. O'Leary woofs in agreement.] You might want to make sure you have a tight grip on her collar though.
[The warning comes almost too late. Once Maya's settled. Mrs. O'Leary stands up and there's a booming bark as she turns, checking the forest before she begins to run.]
[Oh the stories he could tell John... This is just a small piece of the ones Sora has.
They head down an empty alleyway. Luckily it seems to be rather wolf-free. Hopefully, it stays that way.]
Yeah! We made it out! ... But Auron, he... [A small sad frown.] He was already dead so we couldn't take him with us out of the Underworld. He had to stay. But we managed to break his mind-control so he was himself again.
Thanks, by the way, John. You really helped me back there.
[He nods back before he gestures for her to follow. Time to scout things out.]
A lot of people haven't, I think. That's what makes this town a little bit of a problem. But what does "not exactly" mean in this case? You've known people who have?
[He doubts that sort of rational thinking will help, but he can at least try. Lupin hasn't attacked him yet, so Lupin isn't dead set on hurting him. There's still a chance he can deescalate this.]
[Minato's steady as they make their way through the streets, Evoker tucked away neatly but sword still in hand. He's as laidback as ever, his free hand in his pocket, but... there's a certain level of readiness to him anyway, as he warily watches the streets around him.]
That's fair, I think... sort of like...
[He's quiet for a moment as he muses on how to put it, before he finally settles on:]
It doesn't feel right to sit back and do nothing when there's something you can do, even if it's dangerous.
[There's some howling that is...eerily close; Minato looks over his shoulder warily, hairs rising on the back of his neck as he tries to peer through the darkness.]
[Shiho wraps it in a clean bit of re-purposed peasant clothing which she never wants to get back after this. At least like this it’ll be easier for him to carry and in a pinch he could probably bludgeon a werewolf with it or something.
And ugh...he looks sad too. She can’t help but to feel sorry if just a little, though at the same time she’s kind of amazed that he manages a feat like that with blood dripping down his face.]
...Here. This time don’t drop it. [And she’s going to give his face another wipe again. Be more presentable, Dex.... please...]
[ dextera is the saddest little gremlin, and blood dripping down his face like that really only drives it home that he’s utterly helpless when it comes to taking care of himself.
he takes the heart, watching the blood soak through the fabric, but now that he’s holding onto it like this it doesn’t seem like he’s going to try biting it again—at least, not in front of her.
Huh? That's actually a new one for me, I didn't even try making the connections yet...
[ Which says a lot considering all the time he's spent in the library so far. ]
Though is that going to help me any? [ He lifts his arm, still healing but the change that will come in the future is inevitable. ] Never heard of a tale of a vampire turning into a wolf.
[ What comes is a little more than just unexpected. What Crowley predicted was an open, cut palm and blood that he could possibly lap at until he's full, but instead he's greeted by Dextera's hand to his chest and a heat radiating off of his palm. An unusual phenomenon that only continues to head in odd directions -- taking twists and turns similar to the sensation he feels in his chest.
A gasp manages to worm its way out from gritted teeth, clenching his jaw all while the sensations of hunger begins to subside. It's slow, at first, but gradually he can feel every inch of him relax. Breathing only going heavy when his world centers and he can feel himself regain control. ]
[ Crowley's ears fall flat on his head, his eyes narrowing as his tail stills behind him with annoyance. ]
You think you're so funny. I'll remember this when it's your turn, smartass. [ His turn for what? Werewolfism? Vampirism? Just join the club already, Guren.
But he is curious, and with that comes a rush of excitement to see this ability work once more. Without much hesitation, he leaps up to close the distance between them. ]
Sorry, but without a collar I'm a wild mutt. I'm no good with orders, you see?
[Guren speaks like he's tough shit, but he's a tense mess when it comes to avoiding Crowley. He's stronger, he's faster, and so Guren isn't sure that this teleporting thing will continue to work. He has to focus, after all, and his focus requires attention and time.
It means that this time, without throwing the bottle as a petty distraction, it takes longer for him to vanish and reappear in a different tree, having to catch one of the branches with a hand to be sure he doesn't slip down between them and fall. He manages smoothly enough, this time.
To make up for that flaw in his system, though, he did slice at the branch that had been holding himself— and now Crowley— up so it falls clean off. He doubts it'll buy him even two seconds.]
[ she ... doesn't look like the type of girl to have an axe? But Lupin's not about to deny that an axe is a handy defense against werewolves, although he's less eager about having it used against him. He scratches his cheek. ]
That's great, but I'd rather not wake up the next morning missing bits and pieces.
Oh, the geese are horrible. How can you say that? They'll bite you. Awful things.
[ the rational thinking, indeed, doesn't seem to do very much. In fact, Lupin takes a step towards him, his eyes never blinking or leaving Akira's. ]
The forest is dangerous. I'd rather dine in. Here... Ah... [ suddenly, he raises a hand - or more like a paw, at this point - to his forehead, as if in pain, and he slowly sags down to one knee. ]
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