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Post by BadWolf on Nov 3, 2020 9:37:18 GMT
Drake checked on his watch for the time. It was getting late, but the delivery was made, payment received.. earlier then anticipated. Technically he should stay in the Umbra and just drive back home, but his stomach demanded some more humane food then the cans of the Cyber. And he had time, so what would it hurt? Quick break, warm food maybe a bit of sleep, refuel the car... sounds like a plan. He slowed down the engine, finding a secure spot where he could cross without issues with the Veil. Making sure that the road was appropriately abandon, he forced his black and blue beast of the car to break the Gauntlet and slowly emerge on some god forgotten highway in the middle of woods. No one was close enough to spot him appearing out of nowhere.. as expected, or maybe out of luck. Anyway he will take it happily. He stopped the car on the side of the road and killed the engine. It was late in the evening and dark clouds were forming above the canopies of the trees, but it was not raining yet. He get himself out of the car and lean against it's side taking a big breath, letting the refreshing air wake him up and clear his thoughts. He missed it. The clean air. The forest. The quiet. How long it has been since he went for a run in the wild? Well it depends if you count the ones with the toddler trying to catch your tail. Drake smirked at himself and shook his head taking out his phone to see where the hell he end up, but he was greeted with a black screen. "Dead battery... awesome." He looked around. The woods around him where dense, the more primal, old trees then the ones back at home. He knew he was somewhere in middle Europe, but where exactly? That is something to figure out yet. The highway he was on was pretty dark and empty as well, the way he came from even more so, but if he followed the road ahead he would find a town... or something with a clue to pin point his location. He could see the gloomy yellowish lights of civilization from where he stand.
Drake stretched and rolled his left shoulder before getting back to his car. With a hope whatever the place was ahead of him had something warm in the menu, he started the engine once more and headed towards it.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 3, 2020 13:41:47 GMT
Drake drove into a road that stretched far, far ahead. Trees grew to his left and right for several kilometers, leading him seemingly nowhere even if powerful engines pushed him through. There were signals by the road, but they couldn't tell him much about his placement geographically - Just that they seemed foreign- and forgotten. Eerie lights far beyond his chosen path spreaded apart, never getting close, and they fell behind the tall canopies blurring under heavy clouds.
Soon Drake couldn't see anything beyond the reach of his lights into old asphalt. Dropplets sprinkled the glass before his eyes, just before they were pounding so heavily at the roof of the vehicle Drake barelly could hear the smooth engine of his mustang: his one shelter against what seemed like a sudden storm created sorely to antagonise the Glass Walker....
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 3, 2020 14:06:55 GMT
Drake's mood seemed to change among with the weather. He always enjoyed the rain, so at start it was welcoming.. until the pounding of the raindrops got heavier... and louder. When the rain obscured his vision making it almost impossible to drive he was done with it....
He slowed the car down a bit, to not risk any surprises with this limited visibility of the road. With one hand he tried to find the charger in the glove-box and connect it to his phone, trying to revive it. The signs he passed were not really readable.. he was passing it too fast.. then the rain.. Where the hell was the place he saw from afar? He tried to check on his phone, to see if that had his answers, a gps map.. You would think that a car that was treated and modified by Glass Walkers would have it installed right?... maybe it is time to upgrade some things in the cabin..
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 3, 2020 14:32:17 GMT
Drake's instincts to diminish the speed on which he drove were smart, but what happened next was still sudden and unexpected, and probably would startle him all the same considering the precautions were taken over a calculated risk, or a hypothesis rather than what the hell comes next:
As he searches through the stuff on his car for that charger. On that until this moment, very empty road... A shape emerges before his lights, diving from the darkness of the trees and turning to face the sudden death in form of a Mustang comming right it's way.
What are those eyes...? A deer, caught in the lights?
It's too late to tell.
(can we throw somehow? 😁 Since you slowed down a tie would do).
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 3, 2020 15:11:37 GMT
Drake was not taking his eyes from the road for a longer then few second at a time...but everyone will tell you that is more then enough. He saw the shape emerge with the corner of his eye which made him jump to straight position, and more with his instincts then skills he forced the wheel to the right and hit the breaks all the way to the metal floor.
"Son of a bitch!" It was the only thing he can throw out as he desperately tried to avoid the shape, and more importantly to lose control of the car entirely.
----- Throwing: Quick mVH3FvW5
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 3, 2020 15:56:23 GMT
cVUS697J (Rolling against sam)
The Mustang drifts away from the shape curling now in the middle of the road. There's not a impact, of living creature or tree, as the vehicle spins into the rain and its driver fights to keep it in one piece. A smell of burning rubber raises as the tires struggle against the road underneath. The world seems to stumble around sickeningly, till finally the beast vehicle stops....
Now there's only the rain pouring loudly over the Mustang's hood. And wet branches or shrubs are lighten dimly by its headlights.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 3, 2020 17:33:50 GMT
Drake kept his breath through all the spinning, so when the Mustang finally stopped his hands were still glued on the steering wheel for a longer moment until he finally let our his breath, shakily through his teeth. More in anger then in shock.
He took three or four deep breathes, cursing in each of them before looking through his side mirror in the direction of the creature. He didn't hear an impact... but he could be wrong. The rain was to heavy to actually see anything clearly. Ignore it.. just... drive away.. Yeah.. No. Of course not. He checked around him before he slowly get out of the car.
"Hey!" He let out, either expecting an answer or movement from whatever that was, wishing maybe it would just run away into where it came from.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 4, 2020 6:32:56 GMT
Once Drake opens the door of his car, the pouring noise of the rain is deafening. Not a step outside and he's soaked. Cold air is quick to break into his lungs, chilling his innards with the scent of pine and wet earth. His clothes sog.
Drake can't really see anything at the road, or anywhere else other than what his Mustang's headlight reveal. Perhaps there's a whimpering noise inside the storm, but maybe because thats what he'd expect under these circunstances...
A lightning breaks afar, tracing the trees dancing with the direction of many winds all around. And into that flash of light, Drake perceives a creature: Could've been more anthropomorphic than animal, petrified as it curls above the harsh asphalt of the road.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 4, 2020 8:17:55 GMT
Drake groaned at the cold. The rain soaking him, the cold biting into his skin was bringing not so nice memories and feelings. He wiggles in his jacket, to raise part of it above his head in a miserable attempt to limit the rain drops hitting his face. He didn't really move until the flash of light did reveal that the creature was still there, in the middle of the road. There was part of him that was thinking to leave it be. That would be the smart thing to do... like he has not seen enough horror movies.. Hell, like he have not lived through enough of horror movies!But his curiosity was always his bane. If it bites me, I will bite it back right? Besides.. he can't just leave it in the middle of the road for the next car to to make a bloody pancake out of.. whatever that was.
He looked both ways to make sure no other cars were close before slowly approaching the creature. He will try to navigate in such way he doesn't come towards its back, and if he will be closer and still not able to see he won't hesitate to use his Cybersences to help him out fight the darkness.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 4, 2020 14:34:48 GMT
As Drake approaches the ''creature'' he would be able to tell that, the wimpering wasnt just something out of his mind. That curling bundle, it seems like it's sobbing. The ''shape'' becomes smaller upclose, maybe a child's size, but not as small as his own son. Still there's something highly unsettling about that whining little thing lying there...
As sudden as it came the rain seems to seize into random and heavy dropplets that fall far appart, sprinkling the large puddles quickly formed at the edges of the road. Drake wouldn't need his cyber senses as the veil of the storm disperses into a clear air that turns the breath into fog. His eyes were also adapting fast to the forest's gloom.
He'd be able to tell, for instance, that the wet thing he was now pacing over was't a puddle, but a slimy and dark substance leaking and snaking from the crying little creature Drake slowly approached. A taste of iron touched the back of his throat. And with the sudden calmness surrounding them, the sound of a rapid and panicked breath reached Drake's ears, touching the spot that could make a chill run down the spine.
Drake saw a boy - maybe a teenager, or a bit younger - staring at him sorely with irrational wide eyes. He was clearly scared out of his mind, so much that it would seem like he's mad. Like the Devil himself was chasing after him. And all that - blood - it comes out from the stump that was once his arm: Now just a shredded giant wound ending at about half of his biceps.
The boy doesn't even seem aware it is gone. All he sees is a blinding fear.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 4, 2020 15:59:44 GMT
"Holy fuck!" Drake exclaimed before with haste approaching the boy. "Shit.. shit.. shit.." His worries about the storm, the environment.. were replaced and focused on the suffering kid in front of him. The boy.. those scared eyes.. didn't reminded him his own kid, but a different child. From long ago. One that from time to time still visits him in his nightmares. Out of instinct the Walker took off his jacket and moved to wrap it around the boy in front of him, to try and help, to pick him up from the street if it will let him. He acknowledge the terrific wound, but they need to move from the middle of the road first.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 5, 2020 7:44:20 GMT
He sees Drake, he's unblinkinlgly staring but he doesn't seem to understand him. He shakes convulsively and cries softly, doing only a flinch when the Glass Walker comes to wrap his horrid injury. Now that he's closer, and if he'd think of such things on a situation like that, Drake figures there's something about that boy - his clothes or what he can tell from his ways - that suggests ''east'', ''poor'', ''villager''. He would be about 10 to 12 years old.
As Drake picks up the boy and moves him, he winces against the Glass Walker. With the hand he still got he's gripping tightly his clothes at the shoulder. And his eyes are still looking around into the darkness of the forest... Searching, frantically.
(Can I have a perception shot sam?)
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 5, 2020 8:35:42 GMT
Drake is not focusing on anything but getting the kid away from the middle of the road, towards his car. He did look back over his shoulder noticing the boy in panic: it is obvious he is running from something.. or someone.. But one thing at a time. If that wound will not be taken care of, the boy will die from blood-loss anyway. The Walker clenched his jaw trying to ignore the cries and scared breathes of the boy when he put it down again right next to his car, and kneel next to it. With his one hand he leaned to reach out into the car from the open door of the driver, to grab the med-kit from under the driver seat.
"Hang in there little buddy.. It's ok now.. I'm here to help.." He muttered looking at the wound trying to figure out the next step.
Drake is not a healer, or knows how to treat wounds really... but did patched enough of those in his life to know how to stop or at least restrict the bleeding until a better suited person can take over. (Medicine 2). He ripped the gazes open with his teeth and covered with them the gaping wound, ignoring that the blood soaked into them in an instance. He put as many of them he could wrapping a bandage around the kids arm, to cut the circulation of the blood heading towards the wound and keep the gazes in place. It was a sloppy job, made as fast as physically possible but it has to do.
When that was done he finally looked at the kid once more then towards where it come from, now paying more attention to his surroundings for any clues or ideas of what to do next.
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Throwing Attentive x 3 hCL3RfYr
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 5, 2020 8:39:41 GMT
Throwing against Drake yhFL_OjY
The boy pours into the wet grass next to the Mustang as if his vital strenght and conciousness were spilling out from him. His head hanging lose before its resting and his eyes are frozen open. They're static, glaring at this one spot and remaining unblinking even as lone dropplets of rain sprink at his cheeks. The whimpering fades, and his shaky breath becomes gasping and weak..... Somewhat, its almost merciful.
Drake sure does his best, but the more he works to stop the bleeding at the lacking of an arm.... The more wrong things he finds with that boy. It becomes clear that Drake's efforts might very well be futile, as that bleeding is most likelly just one of many things killing him right at this moment.
Whatever did this had massive strenght.
As he's aware of his surroundings, Drake would catch the rolling of engines as a faint rumble at first. But it approximates fast, and lights raise and grow swiftly in the road from the direction Drake have been traveling.
Its comming his way.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 5, 2020 11:09:41 GMT
"Shhhh.. It's ok.. it's ok.." Drake tried to comfort the child.. or maybe himself as he realized that the condition of the little kid was far worse. He swallowed hard looking at the kid slowly fading. As he noticed the sound of another vehicle moving towards them, he quickly stepped on the road, waving his hand in an attempt to grab their attention and force them to stop.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 5, 2020 13:47:50 GMT
The vehicle that was approaching fast had slowed down when close to the Mustang, as if it was odd to whoever it's inside it, to see anyone on that road. It halts completely before Drake as he waves and requests them to stop. But it might not be what he expected, if he was expecting anything at all. Before him is a old Volkswagen pick up truck. It has scratched blue paint and rust gathering at the bumper. The hood is soaked so it has likely also been caught in the storm. There's a old wagon attached to the back, like a rustic farm type that for sure couldn't handle much more ground before it would start to collapse. It looks like everything was put together FAST. And it is filled with.. People? Actually. Now that Drake can have a better look... The pick up is overflowing with a folk of the simple type, maybe villagers. Its almost like these funny clown cars. Some have blood on their completely wet clothes and they are all armed with whatever weapons they could find - from farm equipment, or machetes, to rifles- even the babushkas. Yes. Babushkas. All this people are babbling among themselves. Some crying, some consoling their friends. Some suffering and hurt. The farm wagon is also carrying at least two other people, and some sort of load Drake can't make anything of right now. The passanger's front door opens and a older man, not really elder but perhaps on his late forties steps outside. He's wearing a cowboy sort of hat and a tick, long brown coat. Everything is soaking wet from the rain, and the water running down his cheeks is red and dirty, coloring the grey beard and messy eyebrows. He goes somewhat strong towards Drake, telling him something on a foreign language... His tone is urgent. It sounds more like a warning, not a threat.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 5, 2020 14:31:23 GMT
Drake was glad the car stop, but as the second passed by... and he slowly went over what he was seeing his hands slowly dropped. What.. the... actual... fuck... He.. was confused to no end. Did.. he did a wrong turn in Albuquerque and ended up in a war zone without knowing? His rage started to make the hair on back of his neck raise.
The Walker took notice of the blood, the weapons.. but those seemed more like refuges then dangerous. They have hurt people.. so they must reach a hospital or some kind of care, right? He looked at the people like a frozen statue for a longer moment before the older man moved towards him. At his sight he shook it off. He probably didn't even hear what the man was saying to him. Drake pointed towards the curled little human dying next to his car.
"I.. Fuck, I don't understand." He didn't feel threatened... well, maybe not from the man yelling in front of him. But this whole situation started to wake the protective battle ready Ahroun once more under his skin. Maybe it was the scent of blood.. the suffering.. the hurt. The kid... the god damned kid! "Doesn't matter. The boy.. it needs help. You heading towards a hospital? Can you take him?" Drake pointed towards the curled little human dying next to his car.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 5, 2020 15:37:15 GMT
There was shouting and rushing coming from the truck as the old man got closer (maybe a bit too close as Drake could smell his smoke breath) to try and listen. Once he grimaced and on a burst of impatience, he turned and yelled towards it so everyone would shut up. And so they did. Once again turning at Drake, the old man realized that he was speaking at a language he couldn't understand. He did see the Mustang, he did see the dying boy. And it felt like it didn't mean anything to him. Perhaps it was just not a big deal considering the circunstances... The old man than walked back to the truck and said something to whoever was inside. He reached in as if he was going to pull someone out... And a young girl did . She is blond and clearly western, because she's dressed in somewhat modern clothes. She got that white people that willingly stepped on war zone look, like "what the fuck I am doing here". Her long blond hair is unkempt, wet and stained with blood. Like everyone else she's soaking from the rain and she clearly has not a clue of what is going on. She looks at Drake and does nothing. So the old man yells again and she blinks a couple of times, approaching the glass walker on stumbling steps: - "English." she says simply because she was supposed to. "- I... I speak English."
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 5, 2020 16:54:23 GMT
Drake flinched at the man yells towards the other people and the impatience. Ok, leader figure.. got it, noted. The old's man attitude didn't bother him... whatever he got himself into it was obviously way more bigger then a life of a random child... but just like that guy have his problems.. the boy's life was on Drake's shoulders right now. The Ahroun was slowly running out of patience... but he was trying to hold it from reaching the surface.
When the woman stepped out and talked he left a long exhale. "Great. Awesome. Gaia blessed..." Well, his sarcasm definitely hold foot never-less the circumstances. "Listen, i don't know what the fuck is going on and where I am.." He waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. Can you guys help the kid? It run into the road.. he is gravely injured."
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 6, 2020 9:37:14 GMT
The girl nodded a few times and she was massaging her temples as she listened.
- ''Kid?'' And she innocently directs her stare towards the Mustang, taking her hands to cover her mouth at the shock of what she sees. ''Oh my god!''
She immediatly starts sobbing. But, under apparent orders of the older man (which now smokes a very stinky cigarette and stands by the little truck), a young man and a woman went to see on the dying kid. They'd exchange a few words before the man takes the boy on his arms (he's not particullarly careful on the way he does it) and brings him to the back wagon, where the woman also climbs.
- ''thereisnohospitalsforsixtyemiles....'' The girl before Drake says between rushed breaths, as she blinks her tears out. She flinches when the old man waves her back into the car, closing her eyes as if she was considering ways to escape this nightmare. ''Please.... Please. Can I come with you?''
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 6, 2020 10:51:39 GMT
The situation was really starting to get on Drake's nerves now.. the soullessness of the older man, the sobbing girl that was little help really.. the thoughts of the kid just lying there while everyone was taking their sweet time. He let a heavy breath out when they finally moved to help the kid but he flinched a step towards them at the way they did it. Still, the boy have more chances of survival with them, right? Hearing what the girl said about the hospital.. he looked at her, then back towards the rest of people.
He swallowed hard while staring into the metal side of the wagon where the boy was taken. He barely heard the pleads of the young woman next to him.
"What?"
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 6, 2020 11:32:39 GMT
As the girl was irresponsive long enough to him, the old man and his cigarette simply got back into the vehicle. He closes the door behind himself, and - they take out.
The girl paces after the truck surprised she's left behind. Standing there, in the middle of the road, she watches the little lights vanishing ahead. Well, she didnt even want to go back into that hell, right...? Turning back to Drake she's clearly scared there's a possibility he'll just leave her right there too...
- ''Please.... Get me out of here.''
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 6, 2020 12:19:39 GMT
Drake followed with his stare the leaving vehicles.. and only when the girl have stepped into the road he actually realized she was still there. When she turned back towards the Walker, he finally snapped out of it and looked at her with a confused narrowed eyes as she plead again.
"Sure.." He replied dryly before turning his back on her, walking back towards his car. He stopped form a moment to pick up his now blood covered jacket that was left on in the dirt where the kid was lying not long ago. He looked at the spot before shaking his head and moving back to the driver side of the car.
"I can give you a ride... if you tell me what the fuck was that? And where in hell we are while you are at it." But he already pressed something under the steering wheel that open the passenger door for the woman, letting her know to get in.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 6, 2020 13:43:28 GMT
The girl wraps her arms around herself and follows to the Mustang. She don't even care if there's possibility Drake is a serial killer, maybe that's still better than staying on this god forsaken place a minute longer or, inside that tuna can filled with desperate villagers.
"The next city is...." she shuts her eyes to remember. "... Rotbav. But it isn't for another two hours of driving. I will explain what is happening... You will tell me I am crazy. Can we just do this inside?"
She halts as the passager door of the Mustang opens for her, just now aware that this is a fucking nice car. Definitely better than going back on that truck.. And, serial killers don't drive nice rides like that.... Right? She slips inside with no further doing, curling up on her seat and trying to keep herself from shaking with the shock, cold, and how unreal this all is...
"I am... Mia. By the way."
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 6, 2020 15:50:29 GMT
The Ahroun could easily be a serial killer. His clothes were wet and bloody, scars on his right jaw.. the Curse and Rage ever present. But still people that knew him would say he looks better then ever considering his past. His bronze hair was shorter, not covering his neck, but still long enough for some tufts to cover his eyes if he let them. The beard is also gone, now just a 3 day stubble. His arms had relatively fresh tattoos on them, representing the Lamb (Beauty) on the right and the Wolf (Beast) on the left just like his double had. "Drake." He finally looked at the woman from top to bottom, noticing her shuddering.. and not really dressed for the weather that this hell hole hold. He lean slightly to turn on the heating in the cabin, just now realizing how much blood there was on his hands. He looked at them shaking for a moment before he cursed under his breath, twisting his body to reach towards the back seats. He threw his bloody jacket there and picked up a pack of wet wipes that were next to the child car seat behind the passenger seat. He then quickly precede to clean his hands. "I almost run over a small beaten child who jumped in my way with his arm ripped off, which it is his blood all over me and..." He rub his hands even faster until he give up throwing the wipes somewhere. "..let's fucking face it... most probably the poor boy is already dead among those other sobbing and hurt refuges that are obviously running from something... And you know what? That is not even close to a highlight in my life.. so, I don't know.. give it a go before you think i will call you crazy." He needed to take it out of his chest, even if maybe he said too much and this was not helping at all the situation, or the woman that was most probably in even worse condition then him.
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