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(Sarah's nightmare battle with Nicholas)
[Fri Jan 12 2024]
In the cramped main room of a Rundown Trailer
The living space of the trailer feels like a jigsaw puzzle forced into alignment. A well-worn sofa bed, unfolded to save space, takes up most of the room, its faded floral pattern clashing with the mismatched cushions. A compact television teeters on a milk crate, flanked by stacks of dog-eared paperbacks and yesterday's mail. The tiny kitchenette encroaches, its cluttered counter spilling over with dishes and assorted knick-knacks. Windows, dressed in thin, sun-bleached curtains, struggle to brighten the space, only to highlight the dance of dust motes in the cramped quarters. Every inch is utilized, leaving breaths and movements measured and deliberate.
It is night, about 22F(-5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Sarah glances around in the nightmare, "Oh dear. Seems Venice decided I need some prey." she murmurs as she glances around, then flashing a sicked smile. "And what's this now? Did it put me into a bar?"
It seems that within the midst of the Nightmare, Nicholas has finally lurched into some form of cognitive awareness with more than a little start. It's like he lurches to his feet, but he's already... There. "Fuck," is hissed out somewhat hoarsely as his eyes work on the task of focusing themselves "Asshole," comes out next, with a furious rubbing of his eyes then as he peers into the nothingness all around.
"Now now, little pet. There's no reason to be upset, is there?" Sarah returns in an amused tone, licking her lips as her eyes flit into the deep nothing, "I would propose this. Get on your knees and surrender, and... I won't make it hurt." she suggests in a confident tone, "You've no chance of victory here... So why not make this easy? We can even have some tea."
"Just because I lose my mind and turn into a big hairy fucker for a few days a month doesn't make me anyones pet," Nicholas nearly spits back into the darkness as his nostrils give a little flare, eyes darting about still as they seek some point of surety amidst the sea of nothing "Who said I was upset though," he adds, inhaling deeply for a moment "Just caught me by fuckin' surprise, didn't you."
Sarah chuckles, then speaks into her earpiece as she runs /past/ Nicholas at amazing speed, smirking as she passes by him. "Oh, a feisty one. I like that. I'll be having you, most surely..."
Nicholas(wolf) begins screaming as the shift washes through him, hair erupting from where there was only sparse hair moments prior and he just keeps screaming. Bones twist and shudder under the confines of his flesh as he staggers forward, stumbling onto all fours as his screaming turns into a snapping, snarling roar. The beast is entirely unsure of itself other than what seems to be an overwhelming level of -pain-, stumbling after Sarah as it begins its snapping and snarling, the English he spoke moments prior fully devolving.
Sarah grimaces as man becomes wolf, seeming a little rattled before hissing. "Nevermind. This one isn't cute at all. I won't be eating you as a pet, but as meat." The doctor claims with a furrow of her brow, then sprinting off in a hurry.
Nicholas(wolf) is a mess of snapping and snarling noises before it begins to simply bellow, madness flowing through what little of his features that remain humanoid. His eyes are already bottomless depths of pain even as the enormous thing bounds after Sarah and begins to savage at what of the Wilson he's able to reach. There's no rhyme or flow to his blows, merely the madness of a trapped beast.
Sarah grimaces as she just barely manages to avoid the blows, ducking past one, jumping from another. She's clearly under pressure - and not comfortable whatsoever. With a curse, she puts her blowgun to her lips, firing at the creature and missing entirely. "Better show up fucking soon, Roberts." She hisses under her breath, a droplet of sweat traveling down her chin
Again Nicholas(wolf) is upon Sarah in a wave of beastial rage, fury wrapped in shaggy and matted fur as he begins to rip and tear with his saliva filled maw, snapping at this and that of Sarah's form and likely only ever biting at coat. For a moment it gives a reprieve, blood trickling from the corner of its lip as it lets out a low, moaning whine that shivvers into a snarling roar.
Sarah narrows her eyes, focusing on the wolf, causing it to freeze as a man steps out from a path. "Fucking finally." Sarah murmurs, then gesturing as she focuses intently at the creature, "Kill this thing before it does any more damage to me."
Sarah then jumps backwards, firing her blowgun at the monsterous wolf
Sarah continues to weave back from the wolf, cursing the entire time as she fires dart after dart from her blowgun, each pointlessly hitting the ground instead
Blood pours from a score of small cuts within his coat, his fur matting further as Nicholas(wolf)'s head gives a shuddering shake, the beast stumbling half to the side before bounding back after Sarah, the other figure all but ignored.
Sarah continues to retreat from Nicholas(wolf), firing off another dart - uselessly at that, as she makes a lethal mistake, stumbling onto the floor before she crawls back up. On her feet, at least, but slowed - greatly.
Again Nicholas(wolf) is upon Sarah even as the Hand figure does their best to Keep the Peace. It seems to be working, the beast is slowing entirely but some madness still drives Nicholas(wolf) as it launches another series of savage bites and claws upon Sarah's gear.
Sarah just barely manages to dodge the strikes, but is clearly slowing down, some cutting off bits of her hair. "Persistent dog." Sarah hisses, "Roberts?! What the fuck are you doing. Kill this thing!" Roberts, on the other hand just keeps firing, coolly, from afar. ...in fact, is he enjoying this?
Uh oh, it seems like in a last bout of fury Nicholas(wolf) lifts its body up and bowls into the wealthy aristocracy of Haven. With the woman on the ground he's snapping, snarling and savaging at her upper body but in the process, trusty Roberts is now no doubt offered a vastly superior line of fire on the bulk of the beast.
Sarah grimaces, then fixes some of her armor, focusing on defense instead of attack, hiding behind her advanced layer of protection as Nicholas(wolf) snaps at her. She groans in pain, giving a Hand Peacekeeper wearing a suit a desperate look
Nicholas(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.
Sarahs Nightmare Battle With Nicholas
(Sarah's nightmare battle with Nicholas)
[Fri Jan 12 2024]
In the cramped main room of a Rundown Trailer
The living space of the trailer feels like a jigsaw puzzle forced into alignment. A well-worn sofa bed, unfolded to save space, takes up most of the room, its faded floral pattern clashing with the mismatched cushions. A compact television teeters on a milk crate, flanked by stacks of dog-eared paperbacks and yesterday's mail. The tiny kitchenette encroaches, its cluttered counter spilling over with dishes and assorted knick-knacks. Windows, dressed in thin, sun-bleached curtains, struggle to brighten the space, only to highlight the dance of dust motes in the cramped quarters. Every inch is utilized, leaving breaths and movements measured and deliberate.
It is night, about 22F(-5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Sarah glances around in the nightmare, "Oh dear. Seems Venice decided I need some prey." she murmurs as she glances around, then flashing a sicked smile. "And what's this now? Did it put me into a bar?"
It seems that within the midst of the Nightmare, Nicholas has finally lurched into some form of cognitive awareness with more than a little start. It's like he lurches to his feet, but he's already... There. "Fuck," is hissed out somewhat hoarsely as his eyes work on the task of focusing themselves "Asshole," comes out next, with a furious rubbing of his eyes then as he peers into the nothingness all around.
"Now now, little pet. There's no reason to be upset, is there?" Sarah returns in an amused tone, licking her lips as her eyes flit into the deep nothing, "I would propose this. Get on your knees and surrender, and... I won't make it hurt." she suggests in a confident tone, "You've no chance of victory here... So why not make this easy? We can even have some tea."
"Just because I lose my mind and turn into a big hairy fucker for a few days a month doesn't make me anyones pet," Nicholas nearly spits back into the darkness as his nostrils give a little flare, eyes darting about still as they seek some point of surety amidst the sea of nothing "Who said I was upset though," he adds, inhaling deeply for a moment "Just caught me by fuckin' surprise, didn't you."
Sarah chuckles, then speaks into her earpiece as she runs /past/ Nicholas at amazing speed, smirking as she passes by him. "Oh, a feisty one. I like that. I'll be having you, most surely..."
Nicholas(wolf) begins screaming as the shift washes through him, hair erupting from where there was only sparse hair moments prior and he just keeps screaming. Bones twist and shudder under the confines of his flesh as he staggers forward, stumbling onto all fours as his screaming turns into a snapping, snarling roar. The beast is entirely unsure of itself other than what seems to be an overwhelming level of -pain-, stumbling after Sarah as it begins its snapping and snarling, the English he spoke moments prior fully devolving.
Sarah grimaces as man becomes wolf, seeming a little rattled before hissing. "Nevermind. This one isn't cute at all. I won't be eating you as a pet, but as meat." The doctor claims with a furrow of her brow, then sprinting off in a hurry.
Nicholas(wolf) is a mess of snapping and snarling noises before it begins to simply bellow, madness flowing through what little of his features that remain humanoid. His eyes are already bottomless depths of pain even as the enormous thing bounds after Sarah and begins to savage at what of the Wilson he's able to reach. There's no rhyme or flow to his blows, merely the madness of a trapped beast.
Sarah grimaces as she just barely manages to avoid the blows, ducking past one, jumping from another. She's clearly under pressure - and not comfortable whatsoever. With a curse, she puts her blowgun to her lips, firing at the creature and missing entirely. "Better show up fucking soon, Roberts." She hisses under her breath, a droplet of sweat traveling down her chin
Again Nicholas(wolf) is upon Sarah in a wave of beastial rage, fury wrapped in shaggy and matted fur as he begins to rip and tear with his saliva filled maw, snapping at this and that of Sarah's form and likely only ever biting at coat. For a moment it gives a reprieve, blood trickling from the corner of its lip as it lets out a low, moaning whine that shivvers into a snarling roar.
Sarah narrows her eyes, focusing on the wolf, causing it to freeze as a man steps out from a path. "Fucking finally." Sarah murmurs, then gesturing as she focuses intently at the creature, "Kill this thing before it does any more damage to me."
Sarah then jumps backwards, firing her blowgun at the monsterous wolf
Sarah continues to weave back from the wolf, cursing the entire time as she fires dart after dart from her blowgun, each pointlessly hitting the ground instead
Blood pours from a score of small cuts within his coat, his fur matting further as Nicholas(wolf)'s head gives a shuddering shake, the beast stumbling half to the side before bounding back after Sarah, the other figure all but ignored.
Sarah continues to retreat from Nicholas(wolf), firing off another dart - uselessly at that, as she makes a lethal mistake, stumbling onto the floor before she crawls back up. On her feet, at least, but slowed - greatly.
Again Nicholas(wolf) is upon Sarah even as the Hand figure does their best to Keep the Peace. It seems to be working, the beast is slowing entirely but some madness still drives Nicholas(wolf) as it launches another series of savage bites and claws upon Sarah's gear.
Sarah just barely manages to dodge the strikes, but is clearly slowing down, some cutting off bits of her hair. "Persistent dog." Sarah hisses, "Roberts?! What the fuck are you doing. Kill this thing!" Roberts, on the other hand just keeps firing, coolly, from afar. ...in fact, is he enjoying this?
Uh oh, it seems like in a last bout of fury Nicholas(wolf) lifts its body up and bowls into the wealthy aristocracy of Haven. With the woman on the ground he's snapping, snarling and savaging at her upper body but in the process, trusty Roberts is now no doubt offered a vastly superior line of fire on the bulk of the beast.
Sarah grimaces, then fixes some of her armor, focusing on defense instead of attack, hiding behind her advanced layer of protection as Nicholas(wolf) snaps at her. She groans in pain, giving a Hand Peacekeeper wearing a suit a desperate look
Nicholas(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.