Bjørn
The thing about elephants was that they didn’t fit into rooms in the first place. Like, even a decently sized room would be too small for the monolithic beast. No, elephants in rooms meant cracked foundations and busted walls, leaving no shred of doubt that in regard to its presence. The movie—even the best movie of all time—couldn’t distract him from the trickling plaster and creaking pipes. The less he tried to think about it, the more he did. Luckily, as he threw his head back in frustration, a familiar voice weaseled into his mind. Raid, she’d said. It was enough for him to gather himself up off the couch and retrieve his weapons from the storeroom. Going through the motions of packing a backpack and strapping on his holsters, Bjørn was already shaking off the effects of the painful memories he’d shared. He reached out to Every as he zipped the backpack close and threw it over his shoulder. [ Where’s the party? I’ll come to you. ] As the telepath crossed the field towards the fadeportals—purposely kept away from where he might accidentally fall into one as he had all too often done at the Den—something on the ground caught his eye. He reached down for it and twirled it between gloved thumb and index. A pill. There were a few more, which he gathered and stored into the inner pocket of his leather jacket.
Every
We need to talk about Caligrace. Every hadn't quite known what to say about the words spoken into her mind. She'd figured it would come sooner or later, but regarding what, the shadow didn't know. [ I'll send the coordinates to your phone. ] She replied telepathically before the zombified wolf collapsed in a heap, her blade being wiped on her jeans afterwards. Afterwards, Every moved to sit on the ground, her back sliding down the wall. She stretched out her legs, waiting as she sent the coordinates as promised after checking her map. Her leg crossed underneath her as she considered everything. Jayden had been an immediate yes - although, Every suspected he really didn't listen to her when she talked. Amalea, too, had been asked about the idea. Caligrace and Bjorn had been no brainers to ask, the latter due to being Every's best friend and confidant. She knew she could trust him, trust his instincts and for the man to question her if she seemed off. Caligrace, however, had been a bit of a wildcard. After Freyja leaving, she knew the red head was struggling. In some ways, it was something they shared. The difference was in their coping mechanisms. Eventually, there would be a war at their doorstep. She didn't know if they'd jumpstarted it in the throne room, but she knew one thing - she'd be going down with a fight. And, she needed to make up for her own mistakes. She needed a purpose. [ "I'm going to start singing at you soon, just forewarning.” ]
Bjørn
Bjørn threw his head backward and let out an exasperated shout to the sky. Why? Why use phones when she could just tell him? It was easy to forget that the ability to conjure imagery wasn’t as widespread as he’d initially assumed. Right, he acquiesced, dropping his head. Turning on his heels to walk back to the house, he released the remainder of the air from his lungs with a defeated sigh. The silver lining was emptying his pocket and setting the three pills Caligrace had dropped onto his workbench. The last thing he needed was to be caught with crushed white pills in his pocket, especially when he didn’t know what they were. Stepping into the fadeportal destined to the Mausoleum, Bjørn closed his eyes and conjured a mental image of the catacombs. I'm going to start singing at you soon, just forewarning. His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, stealthily making his way through the tunnels. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he skirted a familiar corner, some of the memories he’d shared with Caligrace just an hour ago born across these cobblestones. Pushing it all out of mind, the telepath found the hole in the wall and folded himself through it, immediately faced with a zombified wolf. It snarled at him, but his hand was already on the holster at his thigh. Discarding the creature with multiple shots, he winced at the sound reverberating off the walls. He had ammunition for days stocked in his backpack, but of course he’d forget his goddamn sword. Making his way through the unfamiliar tunnels, he tracked Every until finally coming across her a level deeper. He announced his presence by shooting at the same beast she was dispatching.
Every
It hardly took her long to rest before she was back on her feet and fighting once again. Each movement was calculated, every twitch of its muscle noted by the woman as hyper perception was activated. With her knife back in her hand, Every tightened her grip on the weapon and cast a smirk as the creature charged. As it shifted to her left, she mimicked its motion. Her blade swiped upwards to meet fang. It was a dance that Every had become comfortable with over the years, one that was as much offensive as it was defense mixed with agility. Training had become part of her regular routine again. She got up, she went for a run, she went to check on the businesses and then she disappeared into one of the various towns outside of Harper Rock through a fadeportal. The raids, however, had been something she'd decided to play more on, and at that time, undead raids were probably the best for her energy. As she stepped back, there was a tug of her shirt as claws got caught in the cloth, Every grunting before her hand rested on what would be its shoulder and drove her knee into the side. At least, she did until the sound of gunfire drew her attention to no longer being alone. Dropping down as she caught sight of Bjorn, there was an adjustment made and the shadow lifted both of her hands, focusing on the ones around her. Combined with the firearm aid and the shadowstrike, the creature slumped to the ground. She picked up an unholy orb before hazel eyes turned to her friend. "What's going on with Cali?”
Bjørn
Bjørn wasn’t going to stay long. It dawned on him as he continued to empty the magazine into the creature and the successive gunshots began to make his ears ring. At this rate it wouldn’t take long for the migraine to settle in. Lowering his arm as the beast slumped, he moved to detach the emptied case and replaced it with a fresh case of ammunition. “You realise she’s fucked in the head, right?” He cradled the firearm across his abdomen, finger pressed to the trigger guard. “I don’t know what she’s been through but she’s popping pills instead of dealing with it.” He’d yet to figure out what said pills were exactly, but they definitely weren’t the kind one found over the counter. His personal experience with drugs was extensive enough that he’d bet on it. Even with their physiology, no analgesic in tablet form acted that fast. “I triggered it with telepathy”—had he told Every he was capable of sharing his memories?—“but she went off the rails, dude. Like, poltergeist levels of…” He lifted his hand off the trigger guard and made scratching motions over his face.
The thing about elephants was that they didn’t fit into rooms in the first place. Like, even a decently sized room would be too small for the monolithic beast. No, elephants in rooms meant cracked foundations and busted walls, leaving no shred of doubt that in regard to its presence. The movie—even the best movie of all time—couldn’t distract him from the trickling plaster and creaking pipes. The less he tried to think about it, the more he did. Luckily, as he threw his head back in frustration, a familiar voice weaseled into his mind. Raid, she’d said. It was enough for him to gather himself up off the couch and retrieve his weapons from the storeroom. Going through the motions of packing a backpack and strapping on his holsters, Bjørn was already shaking off the effects of the painful memories he’d shared. He reached out to Every as he zipped the backpack close and threw it over his shoulder. [ Where’s the party? I’ll come to you. ] As the telepath crossed the field towards the fadeportals—purposely kept away from where he might accidentally fall into one as he had all too often done at the Den—something on the ground caught his eye. He reached down for it and twirled it between gloved thumb and index. A pill. There were a few more, which he gathered and stored into the inner pocket of his leather jacket.
Every
We need to talk about Caligrace. Every hadn't quite known what to say about the words spoken into her mind. She'd figured it would come sooner or later, but regarding what, the shadow didn't know. [ I'll send the coordinates to your phone. ] She replied telepathically before the zombified wolf collapsed in a heap, her blade being wiped on her jeans afterwards. Afterwards, Every moved to sit on the ground, her back sliding down the wall. She stretched out her legs, waiting as she sent the coordinates as promised after checking her map. Her leg crossed underneath her as she considered everything. Jayden had been an immediate yes - although, Every suspected he really didn't listen to her when she talked. Amalea, too, had been asked about the idea. Caligrace and Bjorn had been no brainers to ask, the latter due to being Every's best friend and confidant. She knew she could trust him, trust his instincts and for the man to question her if she seemed off. Caligrace, however, had been a bit of a wildcard. After Freyja leaving, she knew the red head was struggling. In some ways, it was something they shared. The difference was in their coping mechanisms. Eventually, there would be a war at their doorstep. She didn't know if they'd jumpstarted it in the throne room, but she knew one thing - she'd be going down with a fight. And, she needed to make up for her own mistakes. She needed a purpose. [ "I'm going to start singing at you soon, just forewarning.” ]
Bjørn
Bjørn threw his head backward and let out an exasperated shout to the sky. Why? Why use phones when she could just tell him? It was easy to forget that the ability to conjure imagery wasn’t as widespread as he’d initially assumed. Right, he acquiesced, dropping his head. Turning on his heels to walk back to the house, he released the remainder of the air from his lungs with a defeated sigh. The silver lining was emptying his pocket and setting the three pills Caligrace had dropped onto his workbench. The last thing he needed was to be caught with crushed white pills in his pocket, especially when he didn’t know what they were. Stepping into the fadeportal destined to the Mausoleum, Bjørn closed his eyes and conjured a mental image of the catacombs. I'm going to start singing at you soon, just forewarning. His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, stealthily making his way through the tunnels. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he skirted a familiar corner, some of the memories he’d shared with Caligrace just an hour ago born across these cobblestones. Pushing it all out of mind, the telepath found the hole in the wall and folded himself through it, immediately faced with a zombified wolf. It snarled at him, but his hand was already on the holster at his thigh. Discarding the creature with multiple shots, he winced at the sound reverberating off the walls. He had ammunition for days stocked in his backpack, but of course he’d forget his goddamn sword. Making his way through the unfamiliar tunnels, he tracked Every until finally coming across her a level deeper. He announced his presence by shooting at the same beast she was dispatching.
Every
It hardly took her long to rest before she was back on her feet and fighting once again. Each movement was calculated, every twitch of its muscle noted by the woman as hyper perception was activated. With her knife back in her hand, Every tightened her grip on the weapon and cast a smirk as the creature charged. As it shifted to her left, she mimicked its motion. Her blade swiped upwards to meet fang. It was a dance that Every had become comfortable with over the years, one that was as much offensive as it was defense mixed with agility. Training had become part of her regular routine again. She got up, she went for a run, she went to check on the businesses and then she disappeared into one of the various towns outside of Harper Rock through a fadeportal. The raids, however, had been something she'd decided to play more on, and at that time, undead raids were probably the best for her energy. As she stepped back, there was a tug of her shirt as claws got caught in the cloth, Every grunting before her hand rested on what would be its shoulder and drove her knee into the side. At least, she did until the sound of gunfire drew her attention to no longer being alone. Dropping down as she caught sight of Bjorn, there was an adjustment made and the shadow lifted both of her hands, focusing on the ones around her. Combined with the firearm aid and the shadowstrike, the creature slumped to the ground. She picked up an unholy orb before hazel eyes turned to her friend. "What's going on with Cali?”
Bjørn
Bjørn wasn’t going to stay long. It dawned on him as he continued to empty the magazine into the creature and the successive gunshots began to make his ears ring. At this rate it wouldn’t take long for the migraine to settle in. Lowering his arm as the beast slumped, he moved to detach the emptied case and replaced it with a fresh case of ammunition. “You realise she’s fucked in the head, right?” He cradled the firearm across his abdomen, finger pressed to the trigger guard. “I don’t know what she’s been through but she’s popping pills instead of dealing with it.” He’d yet to figure out what said pills were exactly, but they definitely weren’t the kind one found over the counter. His personal experience with drugs was extensive enough that he’d bet on it. Even with their physiology, no analgesic in tablet form acted that fast. “I triggered it with telepathy”—had he told Every he was capable of sharing his memories?—“but she went off the rails, dude. Like, poltergeist levels of…” He lifted his hand off the trigger guard and made scratching motions over his face.
