Revision as of 01:36, 22 April 2013

Participants

• Alkain
• Angus
• CaseyRune
• Cerris
• Dio
• Kilsa
• Miorna
• Sithra
• Smokie

Date

21/4/2013

Log

Falling, all Angus can see is black nothingness and all he feels is falling, like he is in nowhere. There is nothing to hear, nothing to really feel. His body feels... strange, very very strange.

Falling, all Angus and Smokie can see is black nothingness, and all they feel is falling, like they are in nowhere. There is nothing to hear, nothing to feel, and their bodies feel... strange... very very strange.

The adept slept like a baby considering there was litte else she could do. Upon awakening Kilsa shifts and covers the body of Sasha without warning, tightening into a skin tight suit and speaking to her. "Are you able to funtion correctly?" She ask the tired looking female. "I have something that might give you a boost if you neeed it." The suit says quietly. "We can't have you fail or we all die."

Waking up from inside the truck's rear is the semi-formally dressed and shotgun wielding lion Dio. It was a rather nice nap considering the circumstances. While earlier he had only fired one shot in the forest, two shots are missing from the tube, having to perform the deed of putting down their comrade Angus. The lion wasn't quite sure what to think of the deed, but he'd reflect on it later. Before the former coyote goo'd into the ground, he managed to collect a vial, assuming it could be used like a compass to their destination. However, it wasn't reacting for the time being. For now, Dio found two more shotgun shells in the truck, loaded them, and exited out the vehicle to meet the new arrivals.

Angus had never liked the sensation of falling, and this time wasn't an exception. All he knew was that he was alone, drifting in this eerie opressive darkness, as his thought drifted back to what had happened. He remembered Oregon, he remembered the ambush and the pain as his very form began to change before his eyes...and the last thing he remembered, was leaning into Smokie before everything went dark....and now he was hear. His weapons were gone, what powers he did have would not respond...and he was completly human...

Alkain wakes up with a yawn and a shake of his head, his sleep wasn't very restful with the things he's just seen. He sighs when he realizes it wasn't a dream and shakes his head some more, "So... What now?" he looks at the goo that Dio had collected and sighs, "Wish that hadn't been Angus..." he just shakes his head at that

Casey's body mostly just lays limp, with the many wounds they suffered from the encounter. A few momwnts after everyone had woken up, their body emits a small spark at first, which quickly spreads across their body while at the same time gaining strength. The flames heat quickly escalates to 'funeral pyre' level, all the while burning away the wounds on Casey.

"Well, that was hell of a dream..." says slowly a coyote, that is being slowly transformated into a feral wolf, by the packmind's nanites. Sithra sits up and scratches his wolf's chest. He shakes his head, and tries to remember his dream that he just woke up from. All he remembers is, he was a coyote, but... He was just wandering around the city, transforming everyone into feral wolves. The dream has ended, when he was staying before his home. The Harem Hive Club. He shakes his head once again and takes a bottle of water out of his backpack. He drinks half of the water before placing bottle back. Grabbing a box with bullets for his RPD, he begins to fill up free mags that he had in his backpack.

The Hard Corps. contingent of the US Military holdouts received a call for help. This call for help had terrible implications and a dire need for haste. Jets with harnesses were rigged with harnesses and other secure points and in an hour fifteen soldiers deployed with all haste to bring salvation to the lost. This aerial armada does not rest, flying overnight all but nonstop, Utilizing group methods to carry those that need rest and continue on, buffered by the fact that the leader amongst them can assume the size of a bomber to tow others. By the time morning comes the sound of jet engines has been replaced however. Now what the survivors will see coming over that last hill, rounding that last bend is a personel carrier the size of a mobile tactical base. It is a monster truck to monster trucks and it is bristling with personel, weapons and suplies. Save for the two scouts and the quartet of snipers and spotters that were dropped off out of sight as insurance. All the same, soon enough radio static will be hailing in over the eath shaking rumble of a massive engine.

"Basecamp, This is HC-Rescue, please respond. We are coming in hot and need to know you are still ticking and not just kicking. Over."

Was this death? There was nothingness around, nothing to feel... She got suddenly very heady. She didn't want to open her eyes, she was afraid that as soon as she acknowledged the void, she'd be doomed and destroyed. But she'd failed. She'd failed Angus and she'd failed Coyote. Her body... Her body felt disconnected. She couldn't place it. Did she have a body? All the muscles were different and her shape was different, but she didn't know to what extent. Her eyes were closed and she felt vertigo. It bothered her. Everything bothered her. She was foggy, she felt worse than being drunk. It was being drunk without the pleasure, only the absolute lack of control. A fever-dream that is very disturbing...

She was a coyote, she remembered.  Coyote...  What was Coyote?  Something or someone she'd failed.  Some kind of power?  A god?  What was a god, even?  Coyote...  was Angus.  Angus was a Coyote, too?  But they hadn't always been such.  Drifting mind, she thought back further.  Angus hadn't always been in her life, but he was in her death.  They'd been Coyotes, but she knew somehow that they had been other things before.  What had he been?  It didn't matter.  What had she been?  A coyote on two legs, a coyote on four...  A hyena, hunched and cackling.  A Tousky, full of strange minded clarity.  A beast, a wolf, a male, and then a collie, a female, and then before that, a husky, but she knew she was human many ages ago.  That's all she knew.  Human.  What was she as a human?  She didn't remember anymore...  She'd tried so hard to forget being anything but a Coyote... 

That was when she felt something on her shoulder, warmth, a feeling, a presence.  Was she making it up?  Who...  What...  Angus?  She tries to whisper his name, for the first time reaching into the abyss.
 
Sasha feels Kilsa wrap up around her again and she nods, "I'll do fine, I can go three days if I have to." she tells the shifter. Biggs and Wedge get to work setting up the .50 Cal again and making sure not damage has befallin the truck. The arrival of a truck carrying another RSX agent is a welcome sight, and Sasha heads to the radio. "This is Agent 3rd class Sasha, we are still kciking, barely, your support will be more then welcome." Comes the tired responce. She thinks a moment, "We lost our old team leader... so... Lion, you're next.. you lead us the rest of the way." She calls out, still keeping the radio on. 

Inside the dreamscape, Angus and Smokie continue to fall, however, are now drapped in clothing, Coyote skins, Coyote masks, Coyote paws for boots. They fall together, still nothing to see, and nothing to hear however.

Kilsa chuckles at Sasha, "You leadership is amusing, What next Sasha? We pick straws to find out a leader?" Kilsa sounds very upset as she uses the suit to pinch Sasha on the back of the neck. "You organized this... We should have been a little more ready.." Kilsa HUD flashes something just for Sasha and then goes back to normal.

Dio looks up the burning and infected human with a surprised look. Well, if he decided to burn himself it might save him the trouble. An awfully ghastly decision, but Dio wasn't aware of the Phoenix and their power. However, he looked relieved when he saw reinforcements have arrived. "Up next? You make it sound like being team leader is some kind of death lottery," he shouts back to the truck. "I don't give a shit who the leader is, but it's time to get things done. I don't know why this dude is burning, but I'm sure that'll solve itself eventually. This vial here I got from our dear departed coyote friend." Dio holds up the vial of nonreactive lifeblood. "My theory is that we drive around and see if it starts trying to return to its destination. Unless anyone else has other suggestions, start the engine, man the guns, and let's go."

Angus had no recollection of when it happened, but suddenly he could feel himself wearing somthing. His hands brush against his own form and felt fur, causing him even more confusion as he fell. Then he heard it...something that sound like a whisper and opens his eyes, to see nothing but darkness. "Sm-Smokie?" He whispers back in suprise as he feels something brush against his shoulder. He reaches towards whatever it is, groping in the darkness as he trys to find her.

Alkain glances at Kilsa and nods in agreement, when Casey goes up in flames he eeps, "Oh great..." Then he notices that instead of turning to ash his wounds are healing, "Well... Ok then..." he shakes his head and hmms as he looks at Casey's burning body, he ponders a bit and tries to tap into his dreams. Trying to see if there's a link to the pack mind, once he makes contact though... He screams in pain and holds his head dizzly before falling over, quickly breaking the link if it isn't severed anyway before passsing out

She hears her name... Angus's voice, though strange. She reaches out, and feels a hand in her hand. Her eyes rip open and she sees a man there, all a'dressed in the the pelts of Coyotes, the face of one like a mask over his face. She looks down at herself, her body all wrapped in furs, as his, though he is masculine, her body, smaller than his, cannot be visibly told as a gender. She feels sick immediately, and clutches her stomach, as she looks over herself, then over the other man nearby. Through her own mask, he can only see brown eyes widen and shake. "N-no..." she whispers, then she cries it out. "No!"

Her mind races. She's not a Coyote. Who is that man? But what the hell is she? A human... wrapped in pelts... A pretender. She wasn't good enough. She wasn't good enough to become a coyote in her death. She'd lived like she thought she should! Ths falling, she couldn't think right. What kind of afterlife was this? Was it even the afterlife? She sure thought she was dying, before, but she can't be sure. She can feel. But now, human? She wasn't a Coyote! ...She was forsaken. She reached out to the man again, her hand on his shoulder. Was he Angus? Had Coyote forsaken him, too? She grits her teeth. Would solid ground ever reach them?

"Is this hell?"

CaseyRune is covered in a thin layer of ash as the process completes itself. The fire starts flickering at the ground agressively, almost looking like it was about to burst off their body. On the upside Casey themselves seems to be coming to.

Sudden pain in his arms causes Sithra to drop the mag he was filling, spreading bullets across truck's floor. Just for a few seconds he felt like tearing off his hand would be a really good idea. He lets out a scream as he collapses on all fours, panting heavily. His arms are... same as they was before. "What... the hell was that?" he stands up, his body is slightly shaking, he flops back on the floor and takes bottle of water once again. As his hands are shaking much more than his body does, he spills plenty of water on himself. Dropping a bottle on the floor he sits, pushing his pack towards the wall and pants heavily.