Patrollogs
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
Inside of the Rust-ridden Perimeter Gate at Tranquility Farm
Here sits a dark chain link fence and gate, above which wait coils upon
coils of jagged razor wire, the metal grown red with rust. Beneath the gate
lies a cattle guard, a horizontal metal grate in the dirt that at one point
prevented cows from walking over it but still allows vehicle traffic when
necessary. Here, the dirt road passes by a gravel-filled lot with a handful
of cars and pick-up trucks. The lane is still able to hold four cars with
enough space to turn around.
It is night, about 75F(23C) degrees, There is a new moon.
Konstantin says "Well. "
Korina says "Well. "
Konstantin looks about slowly, frowning as he reaches for his sword. "I have bandage."
Freya raises an eyebrow as the man infront of them just... falls asleep, "Patrol?" She asks Dean softly but she doesn't move from his arms, being able to hear the man's breathing to asertain he's alive.
Emmanuel says "..I am not liking these numbers. "
Korina says, calling out into the void, certainly having had forgotten the name, "Is that goat-man?"
"What a poor timing." Dean tells Freya, frowns some too - and whispers against her ear softly. It is another nibble, maybe not even saying much.
"I am not fond of that as as nickyname." Emmanuel murmurs under his breath, and clicks his tongue softly.
Konstantin snickers. "Da. I think."
Emmanuel says "..But, oui. The goat-man."
Korina says "Maybe you should get an easier name."
Konstantin stretches out slowly, preparing. He gets his hamstrings all loosened up, and then stretches his arms across his chest.""
Konstantin turns to the other with him; "Ready?"
"Isn't your name a fistful of scrabble tiles that were dropped?" Emmanuel chirps back into the void about him.
Korina says, sounding confused, "I don't know what that is."
Konstantin says "Don't talk about Bijava like that"
"Oh. The French goatman," Nikolai says after a moment, evidently thinking of a different goat man at first. He nods his head at Konstantin, hefting his massive hammer between his hands, then calls across, "Do not be disrespectful, Temple fuck. We will make scrabble tiles from your teeth."
There's a loud, loud hiss from Korina to Konstantin.
Konstantin says "Ah, there he is"
Freya nods slightly back at Dean and sighs softly as she tilts her head, reaching up to expose her neck to Dean's lips as she continues to look down at the man at their feet. "I wonder why he likes this goddamn forsaken place.." She asks curiously.
Konstantin crosses his arms against his chest, looking northwards, sword gripped loosely. "Right."
"So violent, my goodness." Emmanuel hisses softly, verbally and physically recoiling from the sudden intense threats. Then he's scrambling around in the dark, half-blind and more than half lost.
"Probably all the suffering." Dean whispers in a slow descent of his lips down to Freya's exposed throat. He occupies that space, kisses along her carotid artery, nips a little over it. "I can smell all the pigs that are slaughtered even from here. Everywhere smells like blood." Though, even with that he's relatively calm, possibly because of the current phase of the moon above, which is nonexistent.
Freya sighs softly as Dean whispers against her neck, the faint smell of her perfume is there but not thick, she hasn't refreshed it today. The scent of vanilla with strawberry and apple tantilizes Dean's nose, distracting it from the smell of big and blood. "Surely Kon doesn't care about the suffering of animals." Her eyebrow knits, "That's like... wrong almost." Her breath sighs softly her as she looks down at the body infront of them, the slight light of the moon making her hair, the colour of moonlight glow just slightly.
The Russian's charging in like a motherfucking rhinoceros already. All that weight translates to a lot of momentum, and he's not afraid to use it - Nikolai powers into Emmanuel in a tangle of limbs and weapons while the Frenchman's locked in place by psychic pressures.
Freya raises an eyebrow, "His body is gone too?" She asks softly as she looks about.
"Different folk, different strokes." Dean cuts it short, dismisses the topic after one last kiss at the center of her throat, and pulling away with a scrape of a fang lightly against the curve of her neck just to stand behind her. His back remains against the post, and his hands around Freya's waist pulling her in serves him as her wall to lean on, now. "I wonder if that new kid is doing well at the Wilds. I punched him once the other day and he crumbled."
Korina and Nikolai decide they're going to hog all the turns, actually. She plants herself solidly between Emmanuel and the big Russian with the big hammer, and bats lightly at the Frenchman with the side of her palm, sharp steel claws going unused.
Konstantin clasps his sword back in place at his hip in its polymer holster. He tilts his head back slightly and shakes his head at Emmanuel, watching at Nikolai and Korina go to work. Big mistake.
"Mmm depends on if he's smart or not. Wether he turns into Morgan. I still haven't seen her since.... she lost an arm. I wonder if she's given up..." Her breath sighs out softly as Dean's fang grazes her, "I'd appreciate it if I get invited to conversations like this in the future... Rather than having to invite myself. If you're discussing thigns like this... We should be in agreement no?" Freya asks softly tilting her head to the side to glance up at Dean.
There's no judgement in Nikolai's eyes for Emmanuel's inability to fight off the multi-pronged offensive all on his lonesome. There's absolutely no mercy, either, and his hammer slams into his opponent's gut right right after Korina's slugging, like he's trying to pancake that diaphragm. Or pikelet it, or whatever the French have. That's right; Nikolai wants Emmanuel to crepe his pants.
"You seemed busy." Dean tells Freya, knits his brows a little, directs his eyes to hers with the tilt of her head to look at him. "I don't see you calling me to any meetings, or anything, either."
Freya looks at Dean, "I was literally lying on the couch... And that's because I haven't had any meetings." She grumbles as she crosses her arms infront of her chest, "Not when you're awake anyways." Her teal eyes look up at Dean and she shrugs, "I don't mind our new recruit that you recruited though."
Korina(snow leopard) makes sure Emmanuel stays down once he's been smacked down by the swing of Nikolai's hammer, pouncing right on top of him and declaring her victory with a swish-swoooosh of her fluffy tail through the air. Her claws scratch lightly at his leg along the way, drawing blood, and there he goes.
Emmanuel fades out of the nightmare.
Konstantin says "Well. That does it."
Emmanuel says "..Ow. "
A Battle In The Nightmare 240806
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
Inside of the Rust-ridden Perimeter Gate at Tranquility Farm
Here sits a dark chain link fence and gate, above which wait coils upon
coils of jagged razor wire, the metal grown red with rust. Beneath the gate
lies a cattle guard, a horizontal metal grate in the dirt that at one point
prevented cows from walking over it but still allows vehicle traffic when
necessary. Here, the dirt road passes by a gravel-filled lot with a handful
of cars and pick-up trucks. The lane is still able to hold four cars with
enough space to turn around.
It is night, about 75F(23C) degrees, There is a new moon.
Konstantin says "Well. "
Korina says "Well. "
Konstantin looks about slowly, frowning as he reaches for his sword. "I have bandage."
Freya raises an eyebrow as the man infront of them just... falls asleep, "Patrol?" She asks Dean softly but she doesn't move from his arms, being able to hear the man's breathing to asertain he's alive.
Emmanuel says "..I am not liking these numbers. "
Korina says, calling out into the void, certainly having had forgotten the name, "Is that goat-man?"
"What a poor timing." Dean tells Freya, frowns some too - and whispers against her ear softly. It is another nibble, maybe not even saying much.
"I am not fond of that as as nickyname." Emmanuel murmurs under his breath, and clicks his tongue softly.
Konstantin snickers. "Da. I think."
Emmanuel says "..But, oui. The goat-man."
Korina says "Maybe you should get an easier name."
Konstantin stretches out slowly, preparing. He gets his hamstrings all loosened up, and then stretches his arms across his chest.""
Konstantin turns to the other with him; "Ready?"
"Isn't your name a fistful of scrabble tiles that were dropped?" Emmanuel chirps back into the void about him.
Korina says, sounding confused, "I don't know what that is."
Konstantin says "Don't talk about Bijava like that"
"Oh. The French goatman," Nikolai says after a moment, evidently thinking of a different goat man at first. He nods his head at Konstantin, hefting his massive hammer between his hands, then calls across, "Do not be disrespectful, Temple fuck. We will make scrabble tiles from your teeth."
There's a loud, loud hiss from Korina to Konstantin.
Konstantin says "Ah, there he is"
Freya nods slightly back at Dean and sighs softly as she tilts her head, reaching up to expose her neck to Dean's lips as she continues to look down at the man at their feet. "I wonder why he likes this goddamn forsaken place.." She asks curiously.
Konstantin crosses his arms against his chest, looking northwards, sword gripped loosely. "Right."
"So violent, my goodness." Emmanuel hisses softly, verbally and physically recoiling from the sudden intense threats. Then he's scrambling around in the dark, half-blind and more than half lost.
"Probably all the suffering." Dean whispers in a slow descent of his lips down to Freya's exposed throat. He occupies that space, kisses along her carotid artery, nips a little over it. "I can smell all the pigs that are slaughtered even from here. Everywhere smells like blood." Though, even with that he's relatively calm, possibly because of the current phase of the moon above, which is nonexistent.
Freya sighs softly as Dean whispers against her neck, the faint smell of her perfume is there but not thick, she hasn't refreshed it today. The scent of vanilla with strawberry and apple tantilizes Dean's nose, distracting it from the smell of big and blood. "Surely Kon doesn't care about the suffering of animals." Her eyebrow knits, "That's like... wrong almost." Her breath sighs softly her as she looks down at the body infront of them, the slight light of the moon making her hair, the colour of moonlight glow just slightly.
The Russian's charging in like a motherfucking rhinoceros already. All that weight translates to a lot of momentum, and he's not afraid to use it - Nikolai powers into Emmanuel in a tangle of limbs and weapons while the Frenchman's locked in place by psychic pressures.
Freya raises an eyebrow, "His body is gone too?" She asks softly as she looks about.
"Different folk, different strokes." Dean cuts it short, dismisses the topic after one last kiss at the center of her throat, and pulling away with a scrape of a fang lightly against the curve of her neck just to stand behind her. His back remains against the post, and his hands around Freya's waist pulling her in serves him as her wall to lean on, now. "I wonder if that new kid is doing well at the Wilds. I punched him once the other day and he crumbled."
Korina and Nikolai decide they're going to hog all the turns, actually. She plants herself solidly between Emmanuel and the big Russian with the big hammer, and bats lightly at the Frenchman with the side of her palm, sharp steel claws going unused.
Konstantin clasps his sword back in place at his hip in its polymer holster. He tilts his head back slightly and shakes his head at Emmanuel, watching at Nikolai and Korina go to work. Big mistake.
"Mmm depends on if he's smart or not. Wether he turns into Morgan. I still haven't seen her since.... she lost an arm. I wonder if she's given up..." Her breath sighs out softly as Dean's fang grazes her, "I'd appreciate it if I get invited to conversations like this in the future... Rather than having to invite myself. If you're discussing thigns like this... We should be in agreement no?" Freya asks softly tilting her head to the side to glance up at Dean.
There's no judgement in Nikolai's eyes for Emmanuel's inability to fight off the multi-pronged offensive all on his lonesome. There's absolutely no mercy, either, and his hammer slams into his opponent's gut right right after Korina's slugging, like he's trying to pancake that diaphragm. Or pikelet it, or whatever the French have. That's right; Nikolai wants Emmanuel to crepe his pants.
"You seemed busy." Dean tells Freya, knits his brows a little, directs his eyes to hers with the tilt of her head to look at him. "I don't see you calling me to any meetings, or anything, either."
Freya looks at Dean, "I was literally lying on the couch... And that's because I haven't had any meetings." She grumbles as she crosses her arms infront of her chest, "Not when you're awake anyways." Her teal eyes look up at Dean and she shrugs, "I don't mind our new recruit that you recruited though."
Korina(snow leopard) makes sure Emmanuel stays down once he's been smacked down by the swing of Nikolai's hammer, pouncing right on top of him and declaring her victory with a swish-swoooosh of her fluffy tail through the air. Her claws scratch lightly at his leg along the way, drawing blood, and there he goes.
Emmanuel fades out of the nightmare.
Konstantin says "Well. That does it."
Emmanuel says "..Ow. "