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come_sailaway2022-12-07 08:40 pm
sonofabinky) wrote in come_sailaway2022-12-07 08:40 pm
I was a teenage werewolf
Who: Max Brinly and Laura Kearney's unbetter halves, and YOU!
What: The wolfsbane's bloomed, and the moon is full and bright
When: December 8th, the night of the full moon
Where: All over the ship
Warnings: Violence and gore, with the potential to shade into body horror depending on howbad good bad the fights get
1. I had a teen-land mind, I had to blow my top [the brig, CLOSED to laura and jack]
A pall goes across Max's face as Jack closes the brig door. He wants to make a joke, like, 'do we get room service?' or 'promise you'll let us out again!' or whatever, but the words get stuck somewhere in his throat and he has to make do with a weak sort of grin.
Cool. Cool cool cool. No big deal, just back in jail and wanting to cry and drill a hole in the floor Great Escape style, no problem. Deep breath.
"Alright, babe, this is... gonna feel like crap," he says gently to Laura. It's 1) kinda his fault she's in here too, and 2) her first time, and he would really like to make it a bit easier and less confusing than it was for him the first time he popped. "But no worse than, like, that flu that went around freshman year. Remember that thing? It's nothing, you got this. I got you."
2. and under teen full moon, no-one could make me stop [around the ship, OPEN]
2a. multipack
The warm, salt night air is split by a wolf's piercing howl. It's answered by another, just as loud.
There are predators on board the ship.
The smell of accumulated humanity -- and other smells, a hotpot of smells, a whole Korean barbecue of different living meats -- draws them first to the Promenade. Two hulking hairless creatures, tall even on all fours, growling and slavering from mouths with far too many teeth.
The electric lights are bright, brighter than they'd like, but not so bright that they can't see. At first the two werewolves just lope excitedly from new smell to new smell, giving the loudest joints such as Rischie a wide berth, noses to the ground as they explore this totally alien environment of ice cream parlours and restaurants. As soon as they pick up someone's fresh scent, though, or hear somebody moving around? Exploration will turn into hunting faster than you can say 'bad doggy'.
2b. sold separately
They peel off from one another after a while, the better to hunt. Who knows where you might be when you hear a scuffling of claws on the floorboards, or a snuffling of nostrils, or see a pair of bright yellow eyes shining in a hideous face?
Maybe you'll encounter Max, or maybe you'll encounter Laura. Or maybe which one you encounter won't matter all that much, because neither of them is in the driver's seat right now.
[ OOC: welcome one and all to Full Moon Hours!
➼ We both have permissions posts for werewolf stuff: here is Laura's and here is Max's. Check out Max's for info about werewolves in their canon, including helpful info should you wish to fight and/or get bitten by one.
➼ If you're tagging, please comment on one or both of these posts with what a werewolf's powerful sense of smell might pick up from you!
➼ We've planned which characters are going to take Max and Laura down, but outside of that, this is basically a free-for-all so long as neither of them are permanently incapacitated. Go nuts!
➼ Visual learner? Me too. Here's these gross lil werewolves in screenshot, gif, and video format (please do not @ max about this video he had a tummy ache and he was trying so hard). ]
What: The wolfsbane's bloomed, and the moon is full and bright
When: December 8th, the night of the full moon
Where: All over the ship
Warnings: Violence and gore, with the potential to shade into body horror depending on how
1. I had a teen-land mind, I had to blow my top [the brig, CLOSED to laura and jack]
A pall goes across Max's face as Jack closes the brig door. He wants to make a joke, like, 'do we get room service?' or 'promise you'll let us out again!' or whatever, but the words get stuck somewhere in his throat and he has to make do with a weak sort of grin.
Cool. Cool cool cool. No big deal, just back in jail and wanting to cry and drill a hole in the floor Great Escape style, no problem. Deep breath.
"Alright, babe, this is... gonna feel like crap," he says gently to Laura. It's 1) kinda his fault she's in here too, and 2) her first time, and he would really like to make it a bit easier and less confusing than it was for him the first time he popped. "But no worse than, like, that flu that went around freshman year. Remember that thing? It's nothing, you got this. I got you."
2. and under teen full moon, no-one could make me stop [around the ship, OPEN]
2a. multipack
The warm, salt night air is split by a wolf's piercing howl. It's answered by another, just as loud.
There are predators on board the ship.
The smell of accumulated humanity -- and other smells, a hotpot of smells, a whole Korean barbecue of different living meats -- draws them first to the Promenade. Two hulking hairless creatures, tall even on all fours, growling and slavering from mouths with far too many teeth.
The electric lights are bright, brighter than they'd like, but not so bright that they can't see. At first the two werewolves just lope excitedly from new smell to new smell, giving the loudest joints such as Rischie a wide berth, noses to the ground as they explore this totally alien environment of ice cream parlours and restaurants. As soon as they pick up someone's fresh scent, though, or hear somebody moving around? Exploration will turn into hunting faster than you can say 'bad doggy'.
2b. sold separately
They peel off from one another after a while, the better to hunt. Who knows where you might be when you hear a scuffling of claws on the floorboards, or a snuffling of nostrils, or see a pair of bright yellow eyes shining in a hideous face?
Maybe you'll encounter Max, or maybe you'll encounter Laura. Or maybe which one you encounter won't matter all that much, because neither of them is in the driver's seat right now.
[ OOC: welcome one and all to Full Moon Hours!
➼ We both have permissions posts for werewolf stuff: here is Laura's and here is Max's. Check out Max's for info about werewolves in their canon, including helpful info should you wish to fight and/or get bitten by one.
➼ If you're tagging, please comment on one or both of these posts with what a werewolf's powerful sense of smell might pick up from you!
➼ We've planned which characters are going to take Max and Laura down, but outside of that, this is basically a free-for-all so long as neither of them are permanently incapacitated. Go nuts!
➼ Visual learner? Me too. Here's these gross lil werewolves in screenshot, gif, and video format (please do not @ max about this video he had a tummy ache and he was trying so hard). ]
2b. laura - ota
[ once the very leggy, very toothy gollums split up, one begins her journey on deck one. there’s absolutely no universe in which a person might spot this thing and call it a wolf — it’s hulking and humanoid, and if you’ve met laura and manage to get a very good look at this thing’s face you might… might recognize some similar features.
but that’s a big might.
as unwolfish as the thing looks, though, the behavior is similar enough. she moves curiously through the shops on this deck, snuffling and pawing through the wares of bric a brac and the sundries shop. she might be caught off guard here, if you’re careful. ]
you could hold moonlight in your hands
[ so somehow this gollumish wolfish thing finds herself on an elevator. she doesn’t fully understand what’s happening until the doors slide shut and suddenly all she knows is that she’s confined in a small box and she doesn’t like it.
so she does what any sensible wild animal might do — loses her entire fucking mind over it. anyone close enough might hear a cacophony of banging and growling and shrieking coming from the elevator as she tries to claw her way out. she uses enough force that the elevator jams between decks four and five. anyone nearby may witness the doors struggling to slide open and once they do, they reveal just the top of the elevator cab and a charming, gaping-mawed, yellow-eyed face peeking out. (artist’s rendition)
there is an approximate five second span in which one might start running before that charming face is climbing its way out of the cart and onto deck five to take chase. ]
'til the night i held you
[ you know what else is on deck five? playback!
you know what sensitive-eared little wolfies don’t like? video games!
the pinging and beeping and electronic music of the arcade draws her in… and pisses her off. she starts smashing the hell out of the machines, shoving some over and ripping the paneling off of others. she even puts her hand through the glass of the gun claw machine. good thing she doesn’t know how to work a pistol, huh?
this is another opportunity to catch her off guard — she’s very distracted with destroying everyone’s fun. ]
you are my moonlight
[ E V E N T U A L L Y the smell of living, breathing humans-et-al draws her to deck two. she stalks down the hallway past cabin doors, snorting and sniffing as she goes. occasionally her uncomfortably long tongue lolls out of her mouth. once or twice she may pause to try and open a door or attempt to claw her way into a room. ]
wildcard
[ anything else you wanna do? hit me! ]
you could hold moonlight in your hands
[ Cool. ]
Going down?
[ Phil conjures a snow-and-iceball in his hand and pitches it at her face on reflex before he turns and bolts. He is not especially fast, but he has been working on his cardio, and you know what else he's got? Wings. He's got wings. He hopes to hell, high water, and back that this Weird Fucking Thing (????) isn't fast enough to beat him to the railing before he can vault over it and jump. ]
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laura was initially intrigued by this man-bird-thing, gearing up for a fun romp of a hunt, but then he hits her!! in the face!! with something cold and wet and it went from fun to angry real quick. the thing is, she's scrabbling for purchase on the deck floor and can't seem to get out. she falls. twice.
it would be embarrassing if she had any sense of such a thing. in other words, phil gets a pretty decent head start by the time laura finally heaves herself out of the elevator car and onto the deck. but once she starts running, letting loose a strange howl as she goes, she's fast and it won't be long before she's catching up. ]
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He hasn't turned to see if she's catching up, but he doesn't need to. His hearing, stereoscopic and pin-point precise, tells him exactly what he needs to know. She is after him and he needs to move. The railing, the railing, if he can just make it another fifty feet, forty... ]
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by the time she's on her feet again, she's lost most of the distance she'd gained on him. ]
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But he’s still in imminent danger of being presumably gored, so he hops onto the railing and lifts off. Phil sails out across the atrium with an impressive fourteen-foot wingspan, landing across the way and putting a giant gap between them.
He’s pretty sure this thing doesn’t comprehend language, but on the off chance it does… ]
Hey! [ he shouts. ] What’s your problem?!
[ He, uh, really hopes it can’t parkour its way up here. ]
Wildcard - Skin and bones and brains and blood
It's not unheard of, but Bash never expected to manifest powers from an entirely new Purview while on the ship. He was surprised before Halloween, when his Darkness powers grew stronger, allowing him to manifest the shadow weapons he passed out to those defending the ship at the party. And tonight, he is surprised as well, feeling the full moon singing in his veins, like his blood has turned into...not ice, but something that evokes the same clarity. Like flowing glass that isn't molten, like quicksilver, like flute music.
He's almost caught in a daze or a trance or something, drawn up to the deck by the idea of seeing the moon. Almost without thinking, as he leaves the cabin, he grabs for one of his (other) most recent gifts from Sundries: a black pool cue. It's an instinctual thing. Though when he sees the blood in the cabin hallway, he's all the more grateful to have it with him.
It is somewhere in the middle, between his cabin door and the deck, that he finds Laura. Which is fitting, isn't it? Places in the middle are where a psychopomp thrives. They are divinities of journeys and liminalities, not destinations.]
cause i never knew, i never knew
What the hell? [Because that is the question here. But has he moved? He has not. But the minute anything starts chasing him, he's off.]
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[Then takes off the Tanegashima, and hands the gunpowder tin to Klaus without a word.]
[Then VERY VERY quietly:]
Aim for the ears, I think it won't damage, but the noise should bother them enough to buy some time for you to get away. [He... hopes.]
They don't seem like they'll be as easily charmed by sushi, but I'm going to go to Mikabo to see if I can grab the raw meat anyway. It looks... painfully famished.
Try to go slow so you don't initiate any instincts.
Oh, and... [Smiles!] I love you. No crying and sleeping drunk on the floor, got it? No matter what happens.
2b. ooh, and no-one made me stop [OTA]
➼ Sniffing around in Mikabo, tracking dishes as they sail one by one along the belt. The dead meat isn't appetising, but the movement of those little boats sure is holding his interest. Sometimes he kinda darts at one of the dishes and then draws back, like he's not sure whether to attack it or not. What are these things that move and yet are not alive.......
➼ Stalking the absolute maze of smells that is the corridor of Deck 2, like a killer who's not sure which scratch marks to follow. Do you find him there? Or is there a noise in your cabin loud enough to make the decision for him? Best hope that your door is strong, and that he doesn't suddenly figure out how door-handles work.
➼ Venturing inside the Infinite Tommy Bahamas, teeth bared and hackles up, a long low growl in the back of his throat, investigating the scent of another predator.
➼ More or less anywhere else you would like him!
WOLF TIME WOLF TIME
Usually.
She's got one headphone in her ear listening to something loud and thumpy to keep herself alert when she sees... something slimy stalking down the hallway with the cabins. Gross. What- she has to deal with slimy people now?
"Uh- you good, buddy?" she calls, a hand on her sword and the other moving quickly to pull her headphones out and stash her ipod.
AWOOOOO
--and oh boy, what a face he has. The mouth too wide, grinning skull-like, and sown with vicious fangs. The tongue hanging down further than any tongue should hang, and moving like an independent creature. The eyes yellow and round, pupils drawn tight against the ceiling lights.
A grunting, animal growl begins in his chest and moves up through his throat, as he stands up slowly on his hind legs. She smells strange and cold, like blood congealed in old veins, but she moves and makes noise like prey.
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"Jesus- okay are you just- are you good? Like, is this just- what you're doing or are you about to try and eat me?"
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He takes a step forward -- a much longer and heavier step than her own -- and pulls in a breath and roars. Oh what big claws he has! Oh what a wide gaping mouth he has! His whole upper body is leaning forwards, ready to spring.
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"Okay," she repeats, "you want me?" another step backwards, and then she turns to run, hoping to bait it away from the cabins, "come get me!"
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He's fast, long-legged and wiry, and though his claws scrabble on the smooth corridor floor, he quickly picks up speed. Now this is more like it!
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For the moment she's not tiring out, but if this turns into an endurance race, she's definitely going to lose.
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He whines and growls about it. For a few moments, he falls further behind.
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"Slimy bitch!" she calls behind her, just in case it was thinking of going after easier prey. Presuming it understands what an insult is. Look she's not a werewolf hunter.
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It's half by chance that she glances in as she's walking past, but what she sees makes her stop in her tracks. There's a person - creature? - seemingly mesmerized by the movement on the conveyor belt. Cautiously, she steps inside. There aren't animals on the ship, she remembers that well, so who is this? ]
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None of those things are going to happen, though.
He lifts his head suddenly, snorting and sniffing the air, as a new smell cuts through that of dead fish and machinery and plastic. A new, infinitely more interesting smell. Something warm, and alive, and -- human, and his head tilts all the way back as he sniffs urgently, so that when he sees her he's almost all the way upside down--
And he spins in a clatter of claws and a tangle of limbs to face her, hunched on all fours, his too-wide mouth slightly open, and a deep growl starting in his throat.
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This one looks like no variety of kipterya she's ever heard of. There's something disturbingly human in its hideous countenance.
Her instincts are good, even as her conscious mind is still reeling at the sight. A quick step back towards the door, grabbing hold of the gun at her belt as she does so, aiming it level and steady.]
Hold there! Stay back!
[Loud, clear, very unambiguous.]
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When they are about ten feet apart, he stops and slowly lowers his book. “Emperor almighty.” Pal sounds more awed than frightened. “What in the name of the King Undying are you supposed to be?”
AWOO [FYI, at some point Ava will come save 6's bacon]
He may regret having said something and accidentally drawing its attention.
Mikabo!
Nobunaga's hair stands on end on the back of his neck. It was different with Siffleur, purely because Siffleur was still in control. Wild animals are one thing, half-crazed famished monsters a bit different. Still, he winds up smiling as the monster tries to attack of the containers, undecided about how fun it is or not.
Okay, back to his original plan:
Luckily, he's wearing his gauntlets, kote so he can just grab the teriyaki and other meat before it really starts going, just enough to bring out the smell. It's pretty reckless, and stupid, but Nobunaga grabs some of the meat makes sure there's no sticks or veggies or even soy sauce, and cheerfully throws it at the monster's head. Maybe he's drawing needless attention to himself, but starving is never fun, and any chance anyone has of negotiating with the pair later will require them to not be quite so famished.
Infinite Tommy Bahamas
The only question now is if it can think like him or not. Siffleur does not emerge from hiding, speaking up to see if the thing below can understand speech. "Leave. This is my territory."
Deck 2
"Well, that's disgusting." He says directly to the purplish humanoid up ahead. Keeping it classy, always. "What are you supposed to be?"
1
"I know. It's okay, Max," she says softly, reaching out to take his hand. She feels like she's failed them both for not finding a way off this boat by now, even if she understands that it really isn't possible. There isn't changing it, and she can beat herself up about it later when the full moon isn't looming over them.
"We'll be okay," she adds, still quiet but firm. "We're safe in here."
What she means, of course, is everyone else is safe as long as they are in here. Good thing they have a sturdy door and a sturdier guard.
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He turns his look of trepidation towards Jack, watching him sideways, eyes flickering on and off his face. "Uh... thanks. Again. For, uh." There doesn't seem to be a cool way to say 'this absolutely wasn't your problem but you went out of your way to help anyway', so instead he goes with: "Pulling the night shift."
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especially with what he gets up to with the werecougar.As it is, he feels less like a guard and more like a third wheel, leaning awkwardly against the wall opposite the brig door and trying not to look directly at them until he's addressed.
"No problem." he says, glancing Max's way and giving him a nod. "Anything to avoid a repeat of October, honestly."
Jack is, for his part, hoping he won't have to do anything dramatic, that the brig and the improvised ice seal along the door are enough to hold whatever the hell these two transform into.
But just in case, he has his wrench and his guns with him too. By his reasoning, his bullets might not be silver but he can still make them a problem.
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To Max, she asks, "How do you feel?"
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Which was, by the way, a really great thing to wake up to without explanation the first time. It looked like a freaking serial killer's murder shack or something. It would probably turn his stomach, if his stomach weren't already doing queasy little crunches inside his abdomen. Man, he feels-- really bad, all of a sudden, in a way that's extremely familiar. Hot and dazed, as if he's been drinking.
Shit. Here they go. This had all better be enough, because it's too late to make any changes now.
"Like I'm going through menopause." It's a weak joke. And-- actually, he takes his hand back, and with his palms on his cheeks he drifts towards the wall, because touch is a little too much, and his hands and the wall are cool.
Perhaps it's a trick of the brig's harsh light, but his skin looks a little less healthy than it did before, a little more grey, the pores and veins a little more visible.
"Are you-- are you good?"
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He does notice, at least, that Max is looking waxier and Laura seems like she's unwell, and it strikes Jack that maybe if it's some gorey shit he's seen before, maybe it's a matter of personal privacy. God knows Jack would have preferred something like his first splicing to have been done in private.
So Jack points his thumb at the front door of the brig and asks, "... should I give you two a few minutes in private, or...?"
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The light is so, so bright, and she grinds the heels of her palms against her eyes. Like Max, she's starting to look ashen and dark veins stand out beneath her skin.
"Max, I think-" She starts but cuts off abruptly as she starts to double over. Pressure builds in her body and it doesn't hurt, not exactly, but it sure doesn't feel great. She knows what comes next — the guts water balloon.
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He reacts just as poorly as Laura does to Jack's suggestion, though in quite the opposite emotional direction. The panic that he's been pushing down -- at doing this all over again in a new place, at having another cell door closed on him -- comes boiling out all at once.
"Don't leave me in a cage, man." His voice is raw and scared, with that same growling double-tone behind it. He looks up at Jack with glazed eyes and teeth that are already sharklike. "Fuck, don't leave me in a cage."
It's progressed fast. Faster than he's used to: maybe because their last transformation was interrupted, maybe because for them it was only a couple of weeks ago, maybe for no good reason at all. One moment, he's fighting to stay in the room, and then the next he's blinked out.
In almost perfect tandem, there are twin explosions of absolutely comical amounts of gore. And like the Hulk bursting out of Bruce Banner, sending clothing and skin alike flying everywhere, two large snarling creatures burst out of Max and Laura.
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Jack stands there, exactly in the pose he was in, thumb still pointed at the door, mouth unfortunately open.
Ah. That's what they meant.
Jack processes this, and very calmly despite the vicious creatures he's guarding, he turns his head and tries to spit the blood out of his mouth.
2a
She flattens herself against the wall as she hears skittering and sniffing around the corner. There are more predators here than she thought.
2 - Your choice
Except he didn't see one, and hadn't seen any signs of any since he'd arrived which was troubling and disturbing all at once. The howl caught him off-guard and he tilted his head.
Dark creatures while not entirely ayakashi would likely be able to find him. He smells very strongly of something sweet. Tasty. Delicious.
He was distracted, trying to get a sense of where it was coming from.
The multipack
Max told him he wanted to stay away from people during the full moon. That obviously failed. But before he can decide between running away like a normal person or investigating like a moron, the decision is made for him when the pair appears behind the corner.
He'd never guess these freaky ghouls are werewolves if Max hadn't said so. So much for movies. Natsuno freezes, eyes flashing red instinctively.
2b
Good thing he got that spear from Sundries. Moving in silence, he retrieves it from the closet, then creeps over to the door and eases it open.
What the FUCK is that.
"Don't come out!" he shouts to Fio -- the thing's already barrelling towards him, there's no more point to silence. "Lock the door! Do not open -- "
The door slams, cutting off a curse.
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As Dimitri motions for her to keep quiet, she abides with a nod. She slips off the edge of the mattress, keeping a few feet away as she creeps after him. Whatever it is, she can help fight too, now that she has the ability to summon weapons of her own.
"Dimi!"
Then suddenly, her roommate is out in the hallway. She runs forward to grab onto the handle, reluctant to stay put... for now, she behaves. She pulls out her phone to send a text:
What's going on? Let me know you're safe.