Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (70% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.10 and rising, and the relative humidity is 83 percent. The dewpoint is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 22:22 Pacific Time on Sat Oct 6 2001.
Abandoned Lot
Wild weeds fill the otherwise empty lot. Hidden deep in the weeds are pieces of broken bottles, cigarette buts, crumpled newspapers and other assorted junk. Dusty, faded red brick slathered with graffiti surrounds the lot on three sides. The fourth side of the lot is open and asphalt can be seen.
To the north beyond the overgrown opening of the lot is Regan Avenue which runs east-west.
Moonlight shining down from the skies seems to be deterred off from the weedstrewn lot tonight, with shadows normally creeping in from all directions along the piece of land. The normally abandoned lot is an area thought of as normally neutral ground amongst the streetfolk. Tonight, however, the lot seems to have a few visitors. Sounds of scuffle and low jeers come from a shadowed corner, the backs of four turned towards the asphalt as they seem to close in around a lone figure in the dark. Drivers in cars passing by, obviously must not pay much attention to the activities of this part of town, let alone the weedy lot that is in badly in need of a machete.
Walking up the street, Dizzy holds her jacket close to her as she grumbles to herself. Walking around during a cold St. Claire night is not her idea of fun.
Out of the corner of an attentive eye, one of the half-turned shadowed thugs whispers just loud enough to make himself heard. "C'mon man, what're you afraid of? You were sayin' you couldn't get none wit yo' momma las' night... so we cornered this lil' oriental for you. Now you sayin' you ain't up for it? Shit man, I'll bet you jus' gotta sweet talk some shit to her... she don' understand shit of what we's sayin'. C'mon!"
The movement from the abandoned lot manages to catch the Glass Walker cub's eye as she passes by. Now, last time she encountered a gang around this part of town there was a nasty bane hanging around. Not making the same mistake she did that night, she continues on as if she's not paying attention, no need to draw attention to her.
"Aight man! Shit! Ok... fuck," comes the spat reply, and one of the shadowy figures moves inward. Quick as lightning, the sounds of a very short scuffle ensue and with a cry of pain one of the shadows is sent sprawling into the barest glimmer of moonlight that shines over the tops of the buildings. A not so well built thug covered in metal thunks down onto to weed strewn lot, moaning softly. The next moment, Yi makes a dart for the street, only to stop with a choke as the back of her jacket collar and a part of her hair is grabbed. She lurches back, her captor calling out a triumphant "Not So Fast!"
Shit, there's some sort of fight going on, definately not something Dizzy wants to get involved in, at least, not until she sees Yi trying to get away. "Hey!" the cub calls out, removing her cellphone from a jacket pocket. "I've already called the police. You guys'd better get out of here like, fast."
There's a pause in the activity as both Yi and her three standing captors all hit the brakes at the shout. "Shit!" comes the cry of one of the free thugs not holding onto the Gnawer. Yi sees her opportunity, and twists with a short 'hah!' as she wraps the guy holding her up in his own arms and pushes him towards his buddies with a kick. One manages to get out of the way as his two buddies hit the wall with heavy thuds. "Go!" Yi calls out at the woman who she doesn't quite see, hoping to act as a distraction. The glint of metal swips out as the apparent 'leader' recovers from his 'accident.' "You bitch! Get her! Fuck! Get them both!"
Dizzy hesitates for a moment, to make sure sure that that Yi is not going to be snatched right back up again.
In a frustrated second of debate Yi shouts out again. "I Said Get out of here!" at the woman. The second's hesitation at turning costs the distracted Gnawer a precious manuever. The leading thug tackles the newmoon to the weedy ground from the side, a second backing him with a small knife in hand barely visible. A slap later, the leader looks up at his helper and glares maliciously at him. "What the fuck you waitin' for! Get that fuckin' whore that called the cops on us!" The one holding the knife backs up, looking straight at Dizzy, before complying and racing towards her.
Double fuck. Now what should she do? Dizzy glances at the cellphone in her hand, considering for a second that she should try and call John... except she doesn't want to end up locked up in the safehouse again. So, she takes off running, praying that Yi can take the one guy while the others chase her.
Out in the open, if Dizzy looked back, she can see the guy chasing her to be a fairly well-built black youth. Likely a high schooler who in an attempt to be cool, ran with the gang. He pounds down the sidewalk pavement after, the small knife in his hand clenched tightly in his right hand. The street seems a lot emptier on this section of Regan it seems. Or maybe it's simply because of the faces rushing past. "Stop!" the thug yells out, as futile and stupid as it is to shout out commands to his possible victim.
Dizzy checks behind her and seeing the lone boy, she stops and turns to face him. "Okay, fucker," she taunts under her breath. The cub stands her ground, cursing silently to herself that she didn't think to shift to glabro.
The youth slows to a stop, surprised that the woman turned around at his command. He checks around first for witnesses, before slowly approaching the Walker cub with knife held out. "Aight... you're gonna come back with me. If you scream, I'll stab you easy." Though he looks a little unsure of himself, the tough looking teen steps forward, knife and hand tensed for a grab.
"Fuck you," the cub says, flipping off the youth, becomming more confidant as the kid becomes less certain of himself. "Now, you'd better take off before the po-po arrives and maybe I'll forget to give your description to them."
"Can't do that," the youth narrows his eyes as he gets the bird. Gripping his knife with a much more angered confidence he makes a grab for the woman's arm.
Dizzy jerks her shoulder and takes a step back. "Don't piss me off kid. Or I'll arrest you my god-dammed self."
"Damnit bitch! Yer gonna come with me whether you want to or not!" Frustration ensues as the teen makes a lunge and grabs the girl by the top of her arm. His knife comes up in a swift motion, slowing as it nears the girl's body.
Dizzy clenches her teeth in anticipation of the stab, mentally reminding herself that it'll heal and remembering John's advice. She makes her own grab for the boy's arms, bringing up her knee to get him in the familly jewels.
WHAM! As the knife slashes a good size stab into the shoulder, the teen's state capitol gets bombed. Shock rings through his system, quickly followed by pain and a shriek that sends the alleycats running with ears flattened. Dizzy's attacker crumples to the ground, curling and whimpering for his momma while clutching his nether regions. The knife clatters on the ground.
"Fucking stab me," Dizzy grumbles to herself as she gives the kid a couple of good kicks in the ribs, holding her wounded shoulder with her hand. "Fucking put a hole in my fucking clothes... do you know how hard it is to get fucking blood out?"
The youth's arms come up when he gets a kick in the ribs, more pain coursing through him with each landing blow. "Ow! Ah! Help! Ow, God I'm sorry!" He whimpers and tries to defend himself against the kicks, whining and crying out in pain. Just as another kick is about to land, a gunshot rings out into the air, followed by two more. The origin seems to be from where Dizzy and the youth were running from.
"Fuck!" Dizzy swears as she gives the kid one last kick before snatching his knife off the ground and running back to the empty lot. "Fuck fuck fuck."
As the Walker cub nears the lot again, one of the thugs bolts out and west down Regan. He's running for his life it looks like, or limping for it. The thug disappears into a nearby alleyway, cursing up a quiet storm amongst whimpers of pain. Lights start turning on and off in the tenement buildings around.
At the sight of the fleeing thug, Dizzy stops for a second to look upon the kid with a look of concerned curiosity painted on her face. She takes the final steps back to the lot at a more careful gait.
Now that the gunshots cracked, the silence settling into the lot is more prevalent. A quiet moan whispers into the air - a guy's voice. Yi doesn't seem to be anywhere.
Running footsteps, pass somewhere close by--then all is quiet again.
Dizzy carefully scans the area of the lot from the sidewalk, looking for Yi. She takes her hand off of her shoulder and makes a face at the blood. Damn, that's going to be hard to get out.
The massive, heavily-scarred, black wolf that slinks onto the scene, moves silently and quickly, slipping through whichever shadows will keep it mostly concealed. It sniffs the air, and scans the area with eyes that seem to catch the light. Flicking between red and gold - it's hard to tell the colour.
The moan of pain comes from the shadows again, carrying from off to the Walker cub's left as she faces the lot. The side where the cub saw the five. There's a rustling in the weeds from that direction as well, and the white wifebeater of the leading thug can be seen against his ebon skin. The scent of blood reeks into the atmosphere, as well as a heavy curse and a hiss. The scent of the Gnawer newmoon is also here. Fear, piss, and whatever rancid trash has been recently thrown into the weedy lot as well. But above it all, blood and fear.
"Yi?" the Glass Walker cub hisses as she scans the alley again. Maybe the gnawer left already, it seems the rest of these guys have been taken care of. She turns to leave and check to see if that punk is still where she left him.
Taking in the scene with disapassionate eyes, the oversized wolf pads further into the lot-- no longer sticking to the shadows, it moves out where it can be seen, heading directly and confidently towards the familar scents of the Gnawer, blood and fear.
Rina leans against the corner of a building next to the empty lot, breathing for a moment; then she takes a quick, cautious look around the corner.
"Fuck..." is about the most audible word that Dizzy can hear as she turns. The black punk struggles to his feet, only to stumble while clutching his shoulder. He's bleeding, though he looks to the opening of the lot and blinks incredulously. His eyes rivet onto the woman, then back towards the shadows behind him. He stops at the sight of the scarred wolf, and starts to back up. "Get the fuck away, mutt!" His effort to stand and get out of this scene is doubled. A rough cough from the shadowed building farthest from the lot opening twitches the thug's attention that way.
Owen is making his way quickly toawrds the lot and the sound of gunfire. As luck would have it, it just happens to be the scab's turn to be patrolled by the Get and he happens to be not so far off. He's not exactly running, but he's going at a fair clip.
Dizzy glances over at the 'mutt' to which the youth refers and is a tad surprised at who it is. "Hey," she calls out softly as she takes a quick jog over to her elder, still holding on to her arm where she was stabbed.
Rina glances swiftly toward the sound of running footsteps--and then relaxes against the bricks as she recognizes Owen. She molds herself easilt to the corner of the building, watching silently.
The wolf - no mistake, this is no mere /dog/ - gives the punk a look over with far too much intelligence in its eyes. Its teeth are white, going beyond disconcerting in their contrast with the pure black of its pelt. Especially when it actually smiles-- an evil, almost human smile, combined with a soft growl. It then proceeds to ignore both visible humans, and barks out, ~Get! One foe runs east. One wounded, west. A third south, towards bridge.~ and then moves over towards the wounded cub. Eyes that alternate red or gold in the light, stay on the punk, as he approaches Dizzy. Explain quickly, cub.
Little needs to be explained. A heavily built, but still teenage black youth backs up against the brick wall of the west tenement with a very nervous look in his eyes as the wolf barks at him. Or he thinks it is barking at him. He looks around for his friends, but there's none in sight. What makes this more disconcerting is how congenially Dizzy approaches the 'mutt'. As Dizzy approaches closer to John, a second figure can be seen outlined with small highlights of light amongst the weeds. That would be Yi, there. And that would be her blood feeding the earth, too. A dumpster lid bangs heavily, the sound from a nearby alleyway west down the street.
Rina glances toward the sound, eyes narrowed. She watches the street for long moments.
"A gang of about four guys," Dizzy explains to the wolf, "They were attacking Yi, I tried to give a distraction so she could get away." Her gaze wanders around the field, missing the Gnawer in the bushes behind her.
Rina slinks away from the corner of the building and begins walking westward--silently at first, then breaking into a slow quiet run not far away.
Owen frowns at this news. Apparently he didn't see Rina as he approached, nor does he now. Having seen a limping person not far off, he turns without question and is gone in pursuit.
Rina breaks into an all-out sprint toward the fugitive, staying on the opposite side of the street to try to head him off.
Walks-Thin-Ice chuffs to the cub, find somewhere to hide. Heal quickly. Chase the last. None will escape. With that, the wolf pads up to the punk, and looks him up and down again. His tail flicks, and his head gestures to the boy pretty clearly, and then to the ground. Then back again, watching him for a few more moments. It's the way a wolf would tell a human 'sit'. Moving with the expectation that the boy won't move, the Ice-Walker pads towards the fallen Yi. If the black punk even twitches to move, it's met by his pausing, and a warning growl. You understand me... no fucking around.
Upon seeing the approaching Owen, the youth on Regan quickens his pace and crosses the street. In fact, he breaks out into a panicked run. This is spurred on even more as he hears footsteps behind him, looking back as he sprints to see Rina chasing. The teen pumps those legs and screeches down an opposing side alleyway. There's the sound of trashcans being toppled over. The thug against the building wall looks like he's about to wet his pants with fear and faint with pain. His shoulder's bleeding profusely.
Yi continues to bleed in the shadows, unconscious as she is. Further inspection would note a cracked piece of wood lying nearby.
The Walker cub nods and heads out of the alley, toward the south, keeping a look out for any sign of the punk that took off towards Bridge Street.
Rina sprints full-tilt across the street, then circles half a block inexplicably--ducking into an alley that meets up with the fleeing perpetrator's chosen refuge. She has a .45 in hand and ready to fire as soon as she disappears into the darkness, and her pace slows to something far more cautious, as close to silence as she can manage.
What is it with large dogs in the city tonight? As soon as the punk dodges into the alley, Owen is hot on his trail, going in after him. Once in the shadows, without even a pause, the man is gone, leaving only a wolf to chase. Obstacles are now merely jumped over as he kicks it into high gear.
Walks-Thin-Ice makes his way over to Yi, and nudges her gently with his muzzle. Frowning at the girl's unconscious state, and eyeing the punk accusingly, he tries rousing her again. A little more forcefully, this time. He barks off to the disappearing cub, ~Find a healer!~ as concern for the Gnawer grows.
Half a block towards the sanctuary of Bridge street, the one that fled towards Bridge can be seen by Dizzy just strolling down the alleyway trying to look as normal as possible. The one being chased by Rina and Owen nearly runs into Rina when he is cut off, the youth toppling over another damned trashcan with a surprised curse. Stupid things. Owen easily catches up with the scent following, finding his targeted youth sprawled in rancid smelling chinese and empty pizza boxes.
The Walker ahroun's nudging finds a bullet hole in the Gnawer's jacket. Logic puts it as a bullet straight through the right lung. With the dog's inspection of the knocked out newmoon, the black youth makes a dart for the opening of the lot. He's not sticking around here.
The warning was given, and seeing it ignored, the Walker snarls at the youth and leaps after him, in the same instant he attempts to dart away.
Find a healer? Dizzy thinks to herself. Do I take care of the punk first? She quickens her step a bit to walk up behind the guy she's following.
Ready to move the moment she hears him coming, Rina doesn't back off; she comes down on the youth's stomach with one knee, puts a gloved hand over his mouth, and presses the muzzle of the .45 to his forehead. "Sorry, kid," she mutters--just before firing twice. The human body makes a fairly good silencer, and the report is dulled to a liquid cracking sound.
Dane notices some activity in an otherwise empty lot and gets close enough to check it out.
Owen skids to a stop, finding Rina sqeazing lead into the street punk. Of course he recognizes her, but that doesn't stop him from snarling once as the muder takes place. He doesn't stay put, though, instead turning right around to head back from whence him came.
The thug walking towards Bridge looks behind him paranoidly. For a little while longer, he quickens his pace still another step. No cool high school punk walks like a mom trying to lose some pounds with speedwalking. Once he nears the entryway of another alley maze, he stops. Dead end. Shit. With a look behind him, he moves to climb up on top a dumpster and try jumping over the low wall. The actions make a lot of noise, betraying his presence.
Two bullets to the head leaves a dead teen with a hauntingly shocked look in his dulled eyes. The body shudders with the report and goes limp as the Get arrives.
The youth darting out of the lot is quickly caught by the Walker ahroun before he even makes it a few steps down the sidewalk. He screams out loud as the wolf's jaws clamp onto his baggy jeans, falling forward with the running momentum and smacking onto the sidewalk on his bad shoulder. That elicits another stream of crying curses as instinct and panic kick in. The thug raises his good arm to fend off the wolf. This being all out on the street, Dane could see what appears to be a very large wild canine about to maul a youth. More lights flick on at the screams, and sirens can be heard off in the distance on Bridge.
Rina looks up, drawing in a sharp breath and staring at the Get for an instant; a moment later she unfreezes, rising slowly. She turns and scans the crime scene swiftly; then she walks away, re-holstering her .45 and taking off the bloody glove with a grimace. That glove and its partner are stuffed into a pocket of her cargo pants, as she breaks into a run northward.
Dizzy hurries fast as the guy she's following ducks into the alley. Reaching the opening and spotting the punk, the cub quickly runs up to push on the dumpster, hoping to knock the kid off.
Dane doesn't recognize the canine, but growls, "Get the hell out of sight before the cops see you" as he looks around frantically to make sure there aren't any obvious witnesses.
The scarred, black wolf appears to have had every intention of getting out of sight, into the nearby darkness - only a few feet away. The wolf's strength is impressive. The boy's dragged kicking and screaming into the dark, and moments later... a faint snap. And then there's quiet. John strides towards Yi's shrouded figure at the back of the lot, and scoops her up over one shoulder. Thick, heavy-throated barks shout out towards Dane. ~Get everyone away from here. Police. Safehouse, and a healer are needed.~ With that, he starts to run.
Rina makes it to the edge of the lot, out of breath from running. She stares at John for a moment, and then turns and sprints for another alley, this time heading for the one that crosses the space between Regan and Bridge.
Dane glances around to see who else might be around and need steering.
With the coming sirens just minutes away, lights in the tenements are flicking on as the alarms get closer. Dogs start barking everywhere, the interest growing. The normally dark street lights up with red, blue, and headlights a few blocks away.
The youth on the dumpster loses his balance as the metal support is pushed, toppling off with a heavy thud onto the ground. He coughs, the wind knocked out of his body as he spots Dizzy. Eyes widening, the attempt to breathe and speak at the same time sends the boy into a coughing fit.
Wildfire makes it to the edge of the alley and stops, looking back and forth to see if the coast is clear. He then starts to head out after hearing the Walker's barking orders, following him.
Dane sees nobody is still in the lot and starts after John, watching to see who might pop out of alleys as he does.
"None are supposed to escape, huh?" Dizzy whispers under her breath. She gives the kid a good, swift kick to the gut then hops on the dumpster herself. "Well, you didn't escape, then," she tells the kid before bugging out.
Walker Safe House(#2832RAJL)
This small tenement building is a work that any interior decorator would be proud of. The building is somehow filled with light and space, despite the fact that the room is far from large. Mirrored surfaces and lush green potted plants are much in evidence - jarring only slightly with the video cameras that perch unobtrusively in various locations. A small sign on the wall lists the number of apartments upstairs as eight, though there are no names next to the apartment numbers. A very thick door leads downstairs, with no visible method of being opened - except a keypad next to it. A monitor is perched above the entrance, showing images from the hidden camera that watches the outside of the building.
The lobby branches off into what appears to be a small recreation room; for use only by residents and their guests. Much like the rest of the building, mirrors are prominent. There is a pool table set up in one half of the room, along with a small fridge for storing drinks and a cabinet for snackables. The remainder is dominated by a large home theater system, with an incredibly expensive-looking couch in front of it. The couch nearly screams out, 'Don't spill anything'. For those who might, there are also two matching side-chairs, and a bean-bag on the floor - far too close to the television to be good for anyone's eyes.
John opens the front door by hand, holding it open as he gestures silently for Owen to get inside. Not a word, as he looks the Get over for blood, and then his steps. It's all caught on his own coat, by the looks of it.
The front door opens and Dizzy walks in, a blood stain on her shoulder, but she's no longer holding it like it was in pain. She wanders over to the basement and sits silently on the steps.
Basement(#2835RJ)
The basement consists of plain cement flooring and walls. Aside from one wall, which is made out of metal and has a matching steel door. This leads into the second half of the basement. Nothing has been done to make the place homey at all. It is little more then a cement cube. With a small drain in the middle of the floor, and a hose curled up and resting neatly in one corner. Large chucks have been torn out of the cement walls and are in various stages of repair.
The infirmary is the second half of the basement. There are three cots in the room, along with a storage cabinet that holds simple bandages, to IV bags and painkillers that should not be available outside of a hospital. The floor is covered by a thick pile rug, while the walls are a warm rosy color. The buildings furnace is tucked into one corner, occasionally roaring into life.
Dane looks up and nods. "Gaia-Will-Judge. Half-moon. Child of Gaia. I remember you from McDonald's. But we never got introduced then. Careful. She's going to start spewing any minute now.
Dane hmms. "Oh. Yeah. Dane Morningstar.
Rina nods. "Rina. Walker Kin. We'll hafta repay you in kind, sometime." She manages a thin, not-quite-there smile.
Owen doesn't say a word, instead trodding his way down into the basement. Once down below, he surveys the healing taking place.
Dane thumps Yi on the back to encourage her to start coughing that blood up.
Dane's words herald a wracking jerk from the Gnawer as the body responds to that drowning feeling. Gobs are coughed up in spurts like a miniature geyser until there is no more left. Rivulets flow off Yi's cheeks into her hair and onto the table. Then comes the faintest of a moan.
Dizzy flinches and scrunches her face up at the noise and display coming from the gnawer.
John stalks back down into the basement, looking at the assembled group. To Yi, he grunts, "Shift. Glabro, just to be safe.", (whether she can hear him or not) and then looks to Dizzy. "Get her water and a glass. You will explain more, when you get back." He heads to the giant metal tubs, and moves to begin filling one with hot water.
Dane keeps holding the gnawer in an upright position and thumps on her back some more.
The movement draws Rina's eyes, and she turns to look at Diz; her expression tightens a fraction, and then her attention returns to Yi.
Dane hears John's instructions and nods. He growls into Yi's ear, "Shift. Glabro."
Dizzy gets up from the steps and leaves to fetch the glass of water. It doesn't take too long before she's back with said item.
Yi's head swims in an ocean of pain, coupled with the thumping on her back this brings up even more than what may have been expected. A half-shudder and a retch splats a pile of blood and a bullet (!) on the infirmary floor. The newmoon doesn't look like she's shifting though, or even hearing the words at all. Her body goes limp in Dane's arms, head flopping against the halfmoon.
Owen continues to stand there in silence, arms crossed, fingers drumming.
Dane checks Yi's pulse and grumbles. "Dammit, don't you DARE go limp on me now. " He slaps her cheeks - no harder than he would for a kin, but hopefully hard enough to piss her off.
John nods curtly as Dizzy fetches, like a good cub. He merely watches Yi, letting Dane do whatever he needs to do, now. This isn't his field of expertise. Looking to Rina, he grunts tonelessly, "Grill the cub and Gnawer, please. I'm going to go find Mel and see if we can find out who those boys were, and what the cops are doing." Turning as he speaks, John then fixes Dizzy with the unblinking gaze. "Answer quickly. How many, and did they see any shifting?"
Dane glances over at the medical supplies. "You got anyone who knows how to give someone fluids? Given how much blood she's left on the floor..."
Checking the pulse, she's still alive though the beat is very slow and a bit erratic. The Gnawer looks rather pale in fact. The slapping does little more than cause an eyetwitch and another whispered groan.
"You mean IV?" Rina asks hoarsely. "I can't put one in but I c'n manage it after."
Dizzy answers John, "No one saw any shifting I was aware of. At least one got away that might be able to identify me. Perhaps two. It depends on if anyone noticed a boy on the ground holding his testicles when you showed up."
Rina lets out a hissing breath, and glances over to John tightly.
Dane grimaces and nods. "Yeah. I mean IV. Well, we'll have to try it the hard way, then." He tries slapping the gnawer again in hopes of getting her to respond enough to shift, but doesn't seem too confident of that, given the way he's scanning the supplies.
The Walker Ahroun's eyes close at that news, brows wrinkling with frustration. "/Shit/." he hisses quietly, and then nods in acknowledgement to Dizzy. "Fudge the IV, if you can. I'm going to go see about damage control. Maybe I can get them before the cops do." That said, he pulls a cell phone from his jacket and starts moving up the basement steps.
Owen snorts derisively as he starts to walk up to the table Yi is currently set upon. "Fuck this horseshit, people. It's a damn bullet. Get some ammonia and wake her ass up and stop pissing around with this IV shit that she ain't gonna need."
Rina gives Owen a look that almost contains respect, and then glances over to Dane. "What he said. We oughta be able to wake her. If not we can still get some water into her." A faint, humorless smile touches her lips.
Slap after slap eventually brings enough blood to her hurting cheeks and into her head to revive Yi, at least enough to register she's being slapped. An eye slits open and a moan follows with a movement of her lips.
Dane growls into her ear, "SHIFT, dammit. NOW
"Wake up, Yi," Rina says sharply. "You gotta shift. /Now/." It's amazing how much command the petite girl can put into her voice.
Dizzy brushes her bangs out of her face and watches Yi on edge. If it's just a bullet, why is she having so much trouble?
Owen walks on up to the table, pulling out an oversized hunting knife that he is rarely ever without, and holds it up blade first in front of Yi's face. It's a nice shiny object for her to focus on at first. "Goddammit, you little slanty-eyed whore, if you don't fucking gather your shit together right now I'm going to strike you down where you sit. There will be no weakness here, you got that?"
John looks over his shoulder, at that, and then shrugs. Do Not Suffer Thy People to Tend Thy Sickness in Death. The Get surely knows what he's doing... The Walker Ahroun paces out in the lobby, talking irritatedly to someone on his cell-phone, in hushed tones.
Yi continues to move her lips with no words coming out of her. Commands on both sides of her register slowly. Shift. Amongst the muddled images and bright flashes of pain, the Gnawer wakes up enough to feel the thick blood in her throat, the throbbing in her head, and a final slap from an inner spark causes the Gnawer to lift her head and look straight at the blade held in front of her. A blur pushes itself around her as she grows and doesn't stop until her bloodstained clothes split and tear. Blood crusted lips peel back as a growl finds its way out from a hoarse throat and the Gnawer's clawed hand swats away Owen's hunting knife.
Dane does the smart thing and steps back. Let the ahroun deal with the crinos. Good idea.
The knife flies away. Having expected nothing else, Owen lets it happen, instead darting his now free hand and grabbing the crinos directly by the throat, pulling down on her to make her meet a steel cold gaze that dares her to do anything else.
Dizzy jumps back a bit at all that happens and steps back a few steps in order to be more out of the way.
Rina's eyes widen, and she clearly restrains herself from moving, or flinching. "Okay," she says very softly, "we're all friends here. Yi, it's all right. This is Owen. He's a friend."
Three-Blades would yelp, were it not her windpipe and jugular are being squished by a hefty human hand. Forced to stare eye to eye with Owen, the Gnawer at this point is not in much of a position to argue, nor in the right physical ability to really attack. She's the first to blink, gently lifting a claw and pulling off Owen's hand from her throat. The Gnawer gives a vague rolling growl of recognition.
Owen nods just once, still scowling but satisfied. He turns to Dane. "That how you fucking heal a bleeding lung." He then goes to fetch his knife.
Rina lets out a held breath, and steps back. "Glabro, Yi, so you can tell me all about this clusterfuck?" She watches the Gnawer closely. "You just hang tight, and I'll go up and grab you somethin' to put on. Aright?" She glances to Dane. "And maybe I can show you out, Mr. Morningstar."
Dane nods. "Looks like it's in hand here."
Rina pins Diz with a Look. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back."
Dizzy looks over to Rina, "Um, I could grab some clothes from my room for her. I've got some sweats that Sophie borrows sometimes."
Three-Blades flattens her ears back, looking at the rags around her and smelling the blood. Her blood. That just disturbs the Gnawer even more, as she tries to piece together just what in the hell happened.
Rina narrows her eyes slightly. "Big enough for Yi in Glabro? You do that. And show Mr. Morningstar here the door. We'll be callin'. Then you come right back down here. Cause I for one wanna know what the fuck happened."
Rina lets out another sigh, as a trickle betrays the still-running hot water. "Jesus FUCK," she snaps irritably, stalking over to turn it off.
Dizzy nods and heads up the stairs to fetch the clothes.
Three-Blades is left pretty much on her own, standing in her own small puddle of red. Finally getting it in mind to shift down, she walks without much wobble towards the tub. The hot water in it rather appealing to what remaining aches she might have left in her.
Owen gathers his knife, checks it, sees it's still in one piece, then goes back to check on Yi and her progress to the tub.
Rina helps the Glabro with a hand on her elbow, to steady her balance. "Easy. There ya go," she murmurs.