by amarok. » Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:24 am
Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Kat
Most leaders would reassure their subordinates in situations like this. Tell them that their friend would be fine.
Well, D'Arc could lie to civilians. Reassuring frightened people was, ag times, his job.
But, whilst his morals weren't as straight as your average Joe's, he would not lie to his team.
Or, at least, what was left of it.
He somehow managed to get the words out without a shaking voice.
"I don't know, Kat. I don't know."
The operative sighed and moved the car out of neutral, turning it carefully, so as not to jar Alastair, and only muttered "seatbelt, Kat" before he let the car gain speed.
"And Goof Street isn't joining us here. I've sent him to a spot a few miles west of us. We get Ali into the care of the hospital staff, get this damn arm seen to and meet him there. He's got all of our equipment already."
He momentarily debated the sagacity of giving Ford all of the gear, but he had to remind himself that the clumsiness he exhibited - even around his teammates - was a facade, and nothing more. He was every bit as capable as the rest of them.
Then he glanced at Kat. Still calm, despite the fact that he, Commander Adrian D'Arc, had panicked himself.
And he corrected himself.
Ford was almost as capable as the best of them.
Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Mark, Adam, Emmy, Skylar, Luka
The outburst from Adam shocked him straight back into his habitual silence.
He had not seen that one coming.
Had he been in wolf form, his tail would be between his legs.
Jason quickly dissolved himself in fussing with the equipment he still hasn't tidied away and the burns where he'd sealed her wounds and administering another quarter-dose of adrenaline when Skylar's heart plateaued at a frighteningly low rate.
It wasn't that he was frightened of confrontation, or of Adam. He was frightened of the rage in his eyes. Here was a guy who Jason was sure would not listen to reason. One of his loved ones was hurt, and that could send even the best crazy. In his years as a ambulance worker, he'd learned that the hard way.
The heart rate finally steadied, just north of the danger zone, and he transitioned to preparing a suitable dose of sedative. If she regained consciousness, she'd just stubbornly go back to work, and to hell with the poor state of her body. One of these days, he was convinced she'd just drop dead. Like many of the pack seemed on the verge of, these days. That scared him, too. Like silver poisoning, there wasn't much he could do for overwork.
He was rescued by the sudden reappearance of Emmelene, bearing a pair of button-up flannel pijamas and with one of Skylar's two hunting dogs in tow. Jason took the pijamas gratefully and changed Skylar into them quickly and efficiently, stealing guilty glances at the fight he was now certain was going to break out and gesturing for Emmy to remove the muddy dog, eyes narrowed and watching the doorway for the inevitable arrival of the other one.
Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Aurora
The claws that sliced across his lower abdomen were enough to draw a grunt of pain from the agent, but he couldn't back up fast enough. It just kept on coming. And he wasn't sure what he could do about it.
He lunged into a counter-attack with the single blade he held in his hand, but it was subdued. Only intended to force it to back up and give him space to manoeuvre. He didn't care how much damage it dealt. This wasn't some run-of-the-mill terrorist, or criminal thug, with minimal training and a homemade weapon. This was somebody aware of every move they made.
This wolf was thinking.
That scared him more than the size or the aggression ever could.
This wolf clearly wanted him dead.
He didn't want to die.
Snarling, he kicked ax hard as he could at the wolf's windpipe, less than a heartbeat after his knife had begun its decsnet, and gritted his teeth against the rising fear in his head.
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back after a long/involuntary hiatus! bear with me while i get my bearings again.
my pronouns are she/they.
i left a lot of stuff here unfinished and can't remember most of what i was up to.
please feel free to shoot me a dm over on discord at amar#8393. my inbox here
is still swamped and i'm a little too intimidated to go wading through it
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