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Post by Netreemic on Mar 5, 2010 19:53:03 GMT -6
Rage rushed through Jö. No no nononono! This is not how it was supposed to go! How trusting are these two that they would believe that we are allowed to simply disappear?! Surveillance was all over the place, but that could work in their favor if they removed the only one who had first hand information. Her thoughts went to the people she had heard running for the bathroom. Make that everyone. If the backup didn’t know what they were looking for in all the hundreds of minutes worth of video surveillance, she could get a good lead on any pursuit. The sounds of tortured electronics was enough to give the hope that anything in this particular room had been wiped out by Yushira’s peculiarity. Lips drawn back from her teeth, pointed rows gleaming in the sickly emergency lighting, she leaned forward slightly.
Drawling a “Why sure,” in return for the accomplice’s query, Hisao leaned casually away from the bunch as they moved about with deluded assurance. Especially the pup taking his gun. Watching the bullets plunk to the tiles, he smiled, bemused at the hero’s pride. Attempting to flee and believing no one would follow was one thing, but to take an item belonging to the people who would want to hunt you down was an even larger step of foolishness.
Their organization hadn’t survived as long as it did by allowing evidence of their actions to be accidentally lost at the crime scene (he was also aware it made tracking and keeping tabs on members easier). Farli had etched enough tracking spells into that to have the werewolf glowing like a beacon. Not to mention his own essence smeared across the snatcher’s face. Given two minutes, Farli could use him as a link. Given the ponytailed boys continued interest in sticking near the little beast, it wasn’t going to be a concern of catching that one either. Restraining…on the other hand. Could be interesting.
In a flash, the werewolf was out the window and the young boy seemed intent on partnering up with the hero, so Hisao took the moment to move further away from the window. Didn’t need to give the snatcher any blind, arm-waving moments to grab hold and get him as they passed. Quickly noting the sudden ferocious snarl cracking the she-thing’s face, he jerked back further in reaction as it lunged forward, leaving its companion behind. Panic flaired through the doctor as the child’s arms reached out, seeming to stretch thin and long, eating the distance.
Thank the gods for Kierlam. Bandaged, battered Kierlam and his inability to sit by and let others act without his involvement no matter how banged up he was. The crash cart flew through the doorway, drawers flipping free in chaos and spilling medical supplies every which way, and plowed directly into the grasping hands.
Biting in a screech as the over extended limbs snapped like dry twigs, Jö threw herself towards the only escape. Luckily, the breath of wind through the shattered window acted as a guide, allowing her a clear jump as she shrunk back into the smaller beast form. Surrounded only by air, her panicking tanuki body tried to shift into something able of flight, but as her arms tried to form wings she could only scream in pain as an updraft bent the flattened appendages to grate bone-on-bone. Dazed, she only had a few seconds to wonder how much more a three-story fall would break her.
[if you don't want your chara to die, I advise not catching her ''<.<]
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Post by Ryugexu on Mar 16, 2010 14:57:41 GMT -6
Yushira again was left in a panic. "JO!" he shouted as the attack suddenly happened and was gone just as quickly. He reached out, though hesitated, to help, not knowing exactly what he could do anyway.
Yushira ran to the window and looked out. "JO!" he shouted. He couldn't see where Jo was and took a deep breath, worrying about his friend.
Fortunately, he had enough energy right now to switch functions. His body lost gravity and became transparent, he lifted off of the windowsill and flew down to try to find Jo. "Jo!! Can you hear me?" he said nervously.
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Post by Kendra on Mar 16, 2010 22:53:15 GMT -6
David landed with a slight bend to his knees, shins absorbing the impact of his landing as he focused on bringing his body fully back to human form. As the fur disappeared, claws shrank to nails, eyes adjusted, and muzzle once again became a nose, the young werewolf cast about for a scent. Luckily, there was no one nearby, at least no one he could immediately detect.
He acted quickly, the natural flight instinct driving him forward as he knew he needed to make fast tracks to lose any pursuit. He glanced at the empty gun in his hand with disgust, giving it a brief sniff and commiting the scent to memory before taking hurried strides to a dumpster a few windows down by an emergency exit and tossing it inside. He'd prevented any further shooting in that room, and that was all that mattered. Now, he needed to run, to escape, to mask his trail. And he hated guns.
The urgent, instinctive need to flee, he knew to be emanating from his wolf-half, as all feelings from that beastly side were overbearing in their strong simplicity. While there was still a lot of information to sort through, he knew he'd had his first encounter with a hunter. And it was just good plain common sense to avoid hunters.
Such thoughts were the main focus of his attention when he heard a screech coming from above, looking up to find the bodysnatcher-shifter free falling from the window. He had no idea if the creature would survive the fall, but as he was now standing by the dumpster, there was no way he'd make it underneath her in time to catch her.
Sparky followed close behind, floating down and calling out "Jo". He shook his head and blinked in amazement- so electrical-tapper could float too... It seemed his day was just going to get weirder and weirder. But at least now he had a name for one of them, if that one had not become a pancake.
He dashed over to the pair, all his senses on high alert as he scanned their surroundings and glanced back up at their exit to see if the spiny man or anyone else were planning on following. Seeing that sparky would tend to Jo, and really having no idea how to help the creature himself, David set himself to the task of moving forward.
"Come on," he said, mere seconds after the two had made it to the ground. "We can't linger. If you want my help, you'd best keep up."
And without even waiting for a reply, or checking to see if Jo had survived the fall, he moved toward the front of the building- the main entrance. What better way to mask your scent than to mingle it with the passage of so many others? And while he'd certainly been feeling heroic tackling the gun-man, now the only thought on his mind was survival. Before, he'd been protecting innocents, and presumed-innocents. Now, he wasn't so sure this Jo character was an innocent, considering the way that gun-man had handled the situation, but he was willing to give the creature the benefit-of-doubt so long as she didn't get him killed for his efforts.
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Post by Netreemic on Apr 3, 2010 18:08:59 GMT -6
“Nice save there Kierlam…but should you really be walking on that leg?” Striding over to the troll-ish man leaning on the doorframe, Hasao’s doctor mode rose up to cover his shakes. Kierlam grimaced in turn, blocky teeth grinding audibly.
“Not sure our doctor should have been taking on hostiles.” Hasao’s scowl deepened as the security scuttled up.
“Not like I tried to,” he muttered at the large man before rounding on the security. “Glad you could find the time in your busy schedules to come on over. Lone were. I want to know why,” he yanked out spines along his arm that had dug into the young werewolf, still darkened by blood, “he was in the hospital. Who he is, who he was visiting, anything.” The spines were dropped into a container pulled from one his many pockets. “Last thing we need is an unregistered were starting something on our turf…who knows where the rest of his pack is.” He jabbed the box at one of the security. “Get this to Farli. Were’s got my gun too. Find where he’s going.”
“What about the corpse and the other one?” Kierlam shifted deeper into the room to allow the security to quickly start tidying up.
“Oh, there’re some folks in the bathroom. Get them down to the East Wing. We don’t need ‘Shooting in Hospital’ decorating the news.” Hasao kicked over a chair towards the half-troll with a pointed look before replying, “I tagged the corpse, but I don’t know how long- Ah, Farli.” Both looked over as the woman hurried in, bag strapped to her back. “I just sent-“
“Yeah, bumped into him on the way up.” She waved off his words, hefted her bag off her back, and kneeled on the tiled floor. “Now fork over whatever you tagged the little creep with and I’ll whip up a double tracker quick.” Pulling out a permanent marker – ignoring the pained noises of the security trying to fix the room and the people being guided quickly out of the room – she scrawled two wide circles filled with glyphs.
Kierlam sat with a strained huff, leg stretched out. Sighing and pulling out another container, Hasao squinted out more black gunk and handed it over. Rubbing at the sting and accidentally smearing a black trail beneath his eye, he reached out to check some of Kierlam’s more minor scrapes. The man batted away the bothersome hands, intent on Farli’s spell. After all, it was a matter of dignity that he bring the body snatcher down.
Placing the separate objects into the circles, Farli nipped both thumbs and tapped them to the compass points of the circles. The air thrummed for a moment then the circles turned bright aqua, notched points wheeling – locating. Lifting each of the small containers, the twitching circles rose up and shrunk, glowing in the air. “Here you go boys~”
Snakes, luckily, do not have arms. Snakes didn’t need their sight to find prey. And getting draped across twenty odd branches instead of crashing through them like a rock had a certain charm. Arguably, Jö was the furriest snake alive, but she was concentrating more on the illusion that her broken arms were just more calcium fused together in a long line. In reality, her tanuki body would still have broken limbs but if she could be a teapot, she could damn well avoid the concept of arms. Besides, she just needed to sink her teeth into her next body and the arms issue wouldn’t matter. Tongue flicking out, she wriggled out of the bushes and towards the fleeting scent of dog. Forgetting for a moment that dog was wolf, she followed with single-minded malice as the were drew closer to the clustered humanity of the main entrance.
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Post by Ryugexu on Apr 6, 2010 0:21:53 GMT -6
Yushira looked worried. He couldn't see his friend anywhere!
He landed on the ground and looked towards the werewolf. David was right- and Yushira knew that now, he was involved and would have to run as well.
"We can't leave him behind..." Yushira said, "I can't find him!"
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Post by Kendra on Apr 6, 2010 22:12:31 GMT -6
David glanced over his shoulder at the sound of sparky's frantic call, his eyes settled on the serpentine movement coming up behind him. "Here!" he called to his katana-wielding companion, motioning toward the slithering bodysnatcher to catch his attention. "Now hurry!"
Seeing the creature moving in on his heels was unsettling. Predatory as the wolf in him was, no animal liked snakes. He found himself instinctively stepping higher, faster, trying to avoid contact with the snatcher. The young werewolf found himself wondering if his discomfort stemmed from the mere shape of his tag-along or if the spiny-man had been right... Was Jo evil? Could he sense it?
He tried to shake such thoughts. Of course he was only thinking so because it had been suggested to him. If he could sense evil, then either Jo wasn't evil, or he would have sensed such when she'd first entered that hospital lounge. Besides, that didn't matter right now. He'd offered his help, and now he was obligated to give it. And he had a pursuit to shake. He could worry about whether or not Jo was evil later.
Sparky, on the other hand, clearly was not evil. Like himself, the transparent young man was too concerned about the welfare of others to be evil. Would such a person travel with an evil companion? Again, he had to shake such thoughts.
Concentrate, he told himself. Don't worry about them. Escape is what's important now. Lose the hunter.
He neared the entrance, and though no one was presently entering or exiting the building, the common passage was flooded with the scents of the many who had recently traversed the concrete. Anything searching by scent would be thrown off by the conglomeration, but he knew it wasn't enough to shake a good tracker. They would need to travel through something rather strong smelling to fully mask their scent, and water to wash any traces of it away. Then of course, there was the possibility that they would be tracking by some means other than scent...
He continued on his way, setting a quick pace but making sure the other two were keeping up as he stuck to the common roads, letting their scents mingle with those of others who traversed those passages. As he hurried along, he let his thoughts flow freely.
Tracks- tracks were easy enough to cover. They'd lose those when they went through the water as well, and they could always jump through a few trees to make sure. Heat- heat would be lost to them easily as long as they got a big enough lead. Technology- the cameras had gone out, and the hunter seemed to have had no idea who sparky was, definitely didn't know who David was, and Jo could easily change shape, so anything they could garner from technology wouldn't be useful.
What else, what else? He couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something. Something big... something important.
He'd gotten rid of the gun, so there was no way they'd find him by tracking that, and he was pretty sure he hadn't left any useable finger prints on it.
A gust of wind picked up and stung his freshly injured calf, and it hit him. Blood. The scent still flooded his nostrils. My blood.
"Shit!" he spoke aloud before he realized it, glancing behind him in embarrasment, hoping they wouldn't ask him what was wrong. Before they had an opportunity to bring it up, he hurried off the roads to head toward a farm, where there was sure to be manure and other strong odors. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he'd left behind enough blood for them to get something out of.
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Post by Ryugexu on Apr 7, 2010 11:13:12 GMT -6
Yushira quickly flew over to the odd, furry snake and reached down to lift him up. "Jo, I'll carry you if you want! Are you hurt?" He was close enough so if Jo wanted, he could slither right up Yushira's arm and hide in his shirt.
Yushira did his best to keep up with David, and to ensure Jo was going to be alright.
David was trying to make a plan of some sort to loose any pursuers. Yushira wished he could help more, but when he wanted to become invisible, he just DID and no one could bother him. Traveling with two creatures with heartbeats, solid forms, and a consistent relationship with gravity wasn't something Yushira was prepared to considering for an escape.
Yushira attempted to talk to David when David cursed, but wasn't given the chance as David suddenly ran off the road towards some farmhouses.
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Post by Netreemic on May 18, 2010 14:21:07 GMT -6
[been a while, so apologies for inconsistencies or wtf moments. Also, the 'baddies' have profiles up now.]
Jö lunged at the heat, jaws snapping impossibly wide with fangs glinting. Still caught in the blur of fluxing senses her teeth closed on nothing but she twisted tightly to avoid any other grasping hands. The greater body of heat had taken a side path and it flashed through her mind to follow. Yet, the taste of humanity was tantalizingly close from the thin roads the werewolf darted down. Within every building they passed there were dozens of bodies packed between flimsy walls. With a flick of her tail, Jö was through a broken hole in the brick.
--- “Kierlam, why don’t you let someone else deal with that?” The smaller man made a grab for the little plastic container glowing blue. The half-troll’s hand tightened around his wrist.
“Have to finish this.” He continued limping down the sidewalk, glancing down at ruffled doctor. “Do not behlieve you should attempt another round with the wolfboy.”
“Couldn’t agree with you more, buddy.” Hasao spun his own tracker thoughtfully, stepping quickly as the pointer toggled towards the west. “But after the boss dropped you off, she took most everyone up north. And Farli’s got a family,” he shrugged. “But at least there’ll be guys with guns following a couple blocks back. What could go wrong~?” He grinned at his sarcastic comment, bloodied teeth gleaming before swearing lightly. “They split up.” The pair paused in the middle of the empty street, dozens of cats watching them from rafters as they brought the glowing trackers close together. Hasao’s jaw tightened, fear rippling across his features before he could hide his discomfort. He hated the farms.
“The snatcher has gone deeper into the housing developments. That would impair my capabilities.” The doctor didn’t have time to argue as Kierlam switched their trackers and fixed him with a hard stare. He quirked a smile in return, glad for a strategic reason to not go near the outlying farmsteads. Good ole Kierlam, all fluff under the hard casing. “Do not let it escape again.”
“Sure thing, buddy.” His hand double-checked the new gun stashed in the back of his jeans and rearranged the loose shirt hiding it. With a last call of “Have fun playing in the mud!” he darted around the massive building complex looking for an entrance.
Kierlam grunted, already moving onward as he touched his ear. “Farli – direct information of the were to me if you find some.” With a crackling affirmative, he sped up his pace.
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Post by Kendra on May 26, 2010 22:23:19 GMT -6
As David split off the busy street, he noted that the snatcher did not follow, but he didn't really care. He was too concerned about the fact that he'd left his own blood behind which made it very possible that he wasn't going to lose this hunter no matter what he did. Besides, he'd offered his help if the pair followed him. He didn't slow down for sparky and left him to decide which one to catch up with on his own. Perhaps they were better off splitting away from him since his run was a hopeless cause anyway.
Don't start thinking like that. Don't! he berated himself. You'll get out of this. You can still lose em.
Now focused on nothing but his escape, he picked up the pace, releasing his mental restraints to allow superhuman speed to take over. It wasn't long before he was dashing between trees as he approached the strong smells of the nearest farmstead. The release and the adrenaline rush from the run mixed with the overpowering aroma of... food... made it harder to keep his wild half under control, but the wolf knew just as well as he did the importance of losing pursuit. He didn't have time for a snack.
He dove straight for the strongest, stinkiest scent and found himself in a pig myre. Taking a deep breath before doing so, he rolled around a bit, and immediately dashed back into the woods, now directing himself toward a river, hastening even more now with the desire to be rid of the stench.
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Post by Ryugexu on Jun 2, 2010 12:57:03 GMT -6
Yushira hesitated for a moment as Jo dissapeared through a small hole. Though he knew he could phaze through it, too much more excertion would require more electricity. And more electricity would require stopping.
He hoped Jo would meet up with him and the wolfman later, and flew after his furry ally.
Yushira knew he didn't carry a scent, but those bound by physics and pulsing heartbeats did. He was glad he could conciously choose whether or not he could use his sence of smell as he watched the wolf roll in the filth like a dog scratching his own back on the ground.
He dodged trees as they came while the two hurried into the woods, the whole time Yushira wondered if the chase would end. He felt a pain in his stomach from guilt- it was his fault that this werewolf got involved, and it was his fault that Jo couldn't find another host without detection. As much as his instincts told him to fade away, he refused the impulse.
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Post by Netreemic on Jun 28, 2010 20:48:29 GMT -6
Jö flicked her tongue madly as she speed through the old walls, prematurely infested wood structures grinding beneath her belly. Her body rippled, allowing her head to thrust up and heave herself upwards through pipes and wiring. A sharp pain flared in her middle as she threaded over a particularly rusted and broken vent. Hissing loudly, she bent back to nose at the corroded hole. Dipping deeper and focusing on slimming herself further, she shot through the metal tube after mentally cursing the bite of the cold metal. As bad as the building seemed to be doing, the residents still seemed to be enjoying the luxury of air conditioning. Her head sagged, nose bumping noisily into a bend as the chill started taking over. --- Hasao speed past an exiting pair, hand not occupied with the tracker darting to snag the door. He grunted as his arm protested the quick action. Looked like he was still a bit sore from being manhandled. He could not have been happier to let Kierlam deal with that sack of muscles…Well, he could be happier if some of the folks up north would come and suddenly finish the corpse too. Ah well. “Wishes and fishes,” as Farli would say.
Pausing a moment to catch his breath, air hissing through his clenched teeth, he noticed the glowing compass had tipped nearly upright. Glaring at the Out of Order sign on the elevator, he pounded up the stairs.
“Breathing heavy there Doc.” Farli’s piped voice barely registered over the buzzing in his ears as he past another floor marker. “I. Don’t. Do. Fieldwork.” He hoped that didn’t quite sound as breathless as he felt, annoyance fueling his next burst. The tracker leveled out and he paused to ease open the door. Brushing loose hairs off his sweaty brow, Hasao peaked out into the quiet hall. Breathing shallowly through his mouth to quiet his panting, he stepped quickly down the hall.
“Hey Maaaaaaaaaaahmmm!” Hasao moved faster at the bousterous shout. “I think Hammy got into the vents again.” The only open door showed a woman half out as she leaned back in to respond to the loud child. She shifted back in, “I can see Hammy’s cage from here Sweetie…he’s in his wheel.”
“Then what’s in the wall?” --- Kierlam squinted against the pain. Having parted from Sato, he dropped the pretense of assured solidarity. His knee burned anew with every step and something was shifting oddly. And he couldn’t push aside his doubts. They should have stayed together and taken down just one. Getting one well would be better than the damages of trying at all three.
“Sato-san’s paying his lazy security too much. Got the Were coming in a while ago on camera.” He grunted to prove he was listening, but with enough inflection to speed Farli’s point. “Kid’s here for a teammate who got hurt in a tournament,” her motherly concern practically oozed through the earpiece, “I talked to this Maruku and said the hospital was concerned with some questionable people we saw him leaving with, if he knew them…No go.[/i]” She paused, the silence growing as she hesitated. “He’s not with the corpse, Nigan-san…just caught up in this thing…and it’s getting out of hand.”
The large man leaned against the fencing on the furthest border of the farm as his leg muscles spasmed, leg threatening to buckle. “What are you suggesting Farli?”
“I got word out about a lone Were to be on the watch for…Unregistered Loner that needs to get the Talk. Not his fault Sato’s…” Farli trailed off, attempting to be polite even as her tone filled in her thoughts.
“Just because he is yet a child does not mean he will not be dangerous.” Just like your son maybe, no matter how much you convince yourself. Farli is far too soft.
“Well, I’ll tell you what I DO know is dangerous.” He blinked at her harshness, clearly having read into the double meaning in his words. “The Snatcher loose in crowded residential building with a trigger happy doctor who ‘doesn’t do fieldwork’. I’ve got a name, a hospitalized friend, and Were-specialists alerted. Now get your tattered self back to Sato and keep this from exploding.”
“Yes ma’am.”
[I’m realizing I’m not the best at bad guys and plots…<.< hopefully opened ended enough to leave you guys to setting your own nasties on the trail should you desire. Kier just honestly cannot keep up…Hopefully I’ll get Jö to reconnect with y’all, but being a pathological scaredy-cat, he’ll probably try fleeing the country if he survives.]
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Post by Kendra on Jul 2, 2010 21:56:40 GMT -6
[Aww, but you're doing so good, Net. You don't want to keep your newfound charries in the mix? And yeah, that's perfectly open-ended. Now I get to make up the were-experts, lol.] David did not allow himself to calm down or slow down until he'd taken a number of counter measures to lose his tail, even doubling up on some- crossing the river twice, switching to tree top travel, wandering through strongly scented bushes. Only when he was certain no one was following him any longer did David turn back toward town and take note that the boy he'd nicknamed Sparky had stuck with him the entire time. While that was slightly unnerving considering he'd been trying to lose a tail, he made note that he hadn't really been trying to lose that guy and had even made sure to let him follow once it was clear that was what he planned to do. He just hadn't slowed down for conversation at all. Now that he had slowed the pace though, he figured it was a good time to figure out what was going on. "So the shapeshifter/bodysnatcher girl ditched you, huh?" David asked, but since that question was stating the obvious he didn't wait for an answer. "I stick up my neck for her, offer to help, and she... it.. whatever runs off to do her own thing, leaving me exposed to whatever's hunting her.. Some thanks. But hey, you stayed with me. So what's the deal Sparky? You're obviously not all that concerned with protecting your buddy, since you let it split. And judging from the fact that the guy in the hospital wasn't after you, and how calm you've been I'm guessing you didn't really need my help getting away. So why'd you follow me?" ----- "Hey, got a tip on one of our Loner's from Farli." It was a dimly lit room, the glow of several computer screens the main source of light. A techie looking individual sat in front of one screen, snapping her fingers over her head to get the attention of someone at the other end of the room. "He got mixed up in their bodysnatcher chase, when they tangled with it in the hospital. They got a blood sample and a name off the visitor log. David Morris. They've still got a track on him, should I send out a team?" "No," said the other. "Best not to take him on the run. We don't want to make this more trouble than it needs to be. We've got enough on our hands right now. We don't need this kid scared shitless and losing it. We know who he is now. Get all the information you can on him. We'll send someone in for a covert op. Confront him at a time and place more comfortable for him..."
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Post by Ryugexu on Jul 5, 2010 23:52:11 GMT -6
"No, th-that's not it!" Yushira was flustered at mere imagination of Jo leaving them behind. "Jo's not like that... She just- she just took another path. She'll find us soon. I... I couldn't go the way she went. I would have either gotten caught up or lost too much energy all at once. So, I thought I should go with you."
However, doubt settled into Yushira's mind.
What if Jo's enemies were right? What if now, because of Jo, some unlucky bystander was now being chased by an enemy of Jo's? What if Jo just... leaves us behind?
Yushira's gaze went to the ground which he floated a foot or so above. Transparency lowered and heightened.
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Post by Netreemic on Jul 11, 2010 14:57:53 GMT -6
Kierlam limped up to the building’s front entrance, surprised that there weren’t hordes of panicked people rushing out with telltale gunshots in the background. More surprising, however, was the way Sato leaned against the glass door while making room for the large plastic container under his arm. It looked almost domestic. Just another guy struggling with a heavy door and something he refused to put down.
“Doc?” He kept back, some what at as loss as this strange image confused his increasingly pain-addled brain. The slim man jerked and his face was a strange mix of emotions before settling into a lazy, self-assured smile. Hefting the plastic tub, he tapped a finger against the tracker beaming straight down into the lid.
“I got mine.” Hasao’s grin stretched to show teeth. “Where’s yours?”
Tension rolled off the large man at the usual snark and he rolled his eyes, starting back towards the hospital. “Farli took me off it to help you. She said she alerted specialists…” His step slowed, something off tickling the back of his straining system. “Did she not tell you with the com?” The shorter man huffed and caught up to hold out his hand and the broken tech.
“Crazy lady popped me with her half-ton purse before I told her I was pest control.” Shifting his hold on the heavily ducttaped container, he pushed hair away from the side of his head. “Not bleeding am I?”
Kierlam blearily looked at the reddened jaw and ear, thinking the doctor had gotten off easy. “It’ll make a decent bruise.”
“Sweet, I can show Matsudo from accounting that I get more action than him ‘n’ shut him up.” Hasao, on the topic of injuries, glanced down at the halftroll’s unsteady step. “How ‘bout we drop you in the coffee shop and let them pick you up. You’re doing permanent damage.” Internally, Kierlam rebelled at giving in further to this injury, but coherent thought was harder to hold with each step. So he gave in.
Sitting in the small café – bulk dwarfing the chair and causing a wide birth to be given his table – Hasao left him to stair tiredly out the window as he moved off with Kierlam’s com. As he worked on giving their location to Farli for pick up and perusing the ready-made sandwiches, the large man took the opportunity to prop his leg up on the tub. It both relieved a small amount of pain on his knee with elevation and assured him that there was extra weight holding down the container’s lid. Drowsing, he barely noticed the sandwich being placed in front of him.
Shoving the last of his own sandwich into his mouth, Hasao slurred around it. “’m gonna chechg da oda,” he paused to swallow, “the other medical storage lockers around the city since I’m already out of the lab.” Already turning to leave, he jerked back and grabbed Kierlam’s shoulder, fingers tight in his shirt. Blinking down at the grasping hand and up into that strange mixture of emotions warring across the man’s thin face, Kierlam was relieved when he continued, “Get that knee checked again and stop walking around on it.” Returning a manly backslap and shrugging of the hand – he did not need to be coddled like an invalid – Kierlam nodded in understanding. With another strange pause, Hasao turned and went back out through the door.
Down the block, the doctor dug into his pocket and pulled out the second tracker. Giving the spinning compass a moment to settle, he furtively looked up and down the street before walking quickly in the direction it was pointing. Find them first.
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Post by Kendra on Jul 11, 2010 22:42:09 GMT -6
Though he still felt bitter about being dragged into this whole mess and having his safety exposed, David couldn't help but pick up on the pain and confusion in Sparky's voice and feel a little sympathy for the guy. He glanced over his shoulder to raise a curious eyebrow as he noted his nearly transparent companion with a small sigh. "Jo was just looking out for herself," he said. "Nothing wrong with that. And its not like she put me in harms way looking out for herself, I did it to myself. And judging from your reaction, I'm guessing you did the same thing."
He doubted his words were very comforting, but they were the best he could come up with given the circumstances, and he couldn't fight back the distraction of trying to figure out what the hell Sparky was anymore. "So, just what ARE you exactly, anyway?" he asked. "Some kind of ghost or something?"
They continued to walk as they talked, reaching the edge of the woods in a location he often frequented on full moons. The high school was the nearest public building, and from there it wasn't too far to the other few buildings important in David's life- the apartment complex, the convenience store, the movie theater, the park, the martial arts academy, the bar he often had to dig his father out of, and the alley he wished he could erase from his life. But hey, now he could add the hospital to those buildings holding memories he'd rather avoid. Wasn't life grand?
There were a few vehicles in the parking lot they approached, though the area was mostly empty. It was a Saturday, and it was hitting late evening. David vaguely remembered that there was a theatre performance today, but he couldn't remember what the play was. He'd never been all that interested in school, let alone extra curricular events. He was at least relieved that none of "the gang" would be there and possibly see him. That would lead to unneeded questions.
The real question now was which way to go? There was no point in going home right now. For one, his dad was probably heading straight to the bar from work, and two he wasn't sure he wanted Sparky knowing where he lived. Going back to the hospital would just put that hunter back on his trail, which deeply panged him since that meant he couldn't check in on his buddy Mark until he got out of there. Maybe Sparky would want to go looking for Jo, but David wasn't so sure he wanted to join in on that venture either. So, with a shrug, David decided to head toward the park.
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