#thread 9

After trying to break the idiot old man out of his head strong charge then rushing and almost breaking the door down to get Astarion to go after him, he was now left alone with this strange kid he had no idea who the hell he was.

"Nico, meet my son, Xuan. Xuan, my son Nico. Play nice."

Gods, both of his 'dads' love to adopt the sad looking ones. Now he was left wondering how the other acted as he shouldered the massive hunk of metal on his spine.

The soldier reaches into his pocket, bypassing the smokes as he decides best to be less imposing... Well, as much as one can with a massive gun.

He pulls out a sucker, tearing the plastic off the top and pops it in his mouth, looking around the love hotel. Ugh, it was as bad as he imagined. He rests his gun against the wall carefully, rolling his shoulders to crack them.

He sniffs the air, scenting the space and looked to the other.

"They'll be fine. If anyone can get those two out, it's each other." There's a frown as he tries to place the scent. "Why do I smell blood? You got injuries that need patching?" He imagined Astarion would have already done so, especially seeing his dad's signature clothes on the human.

Nai had thought he'd made plenty of noise clambering into the home. He'd just gotten the news of the home, walked around and given the big puppy dog eyes to Legato for one of the spare rooms being used by Badou. He couldn't just leave his silly human to live with gods knows what or who.

He needed to keep the idiot safe!

The moment he had confirmation he wasted no time when his love went to work to find the human. Age old trauma had him thinking his pet, but Badou never had been a pet. Sure, he had to protect him a lot and care for him when he was in danger, risking his own skin. Or carried cigarettes for the man as an instinctive thing to offer, but he wanted to confide in the man, to reach out to him when he wanted to socialize. A novel concept, but Astarion was helping him to understand the need for more than just his precious human.

Which led them all to now, him in Badou's room, standing over his bed and staring unblinkingly as he slept, impatiently waiting for him to wake up. He thought he'd been loud, but century old instincts kept him quiet as a mouse.

Don't wake him up, that would be rude. He had to remind himself to be patient, even as wings slowly fluffed up in mild irritation.

Being under the effects of Pasithee’s magic again just doesn’t seem wise, and puts them a bit on edge. As if the ball wasn’t stressful on its own…

Still, though everyone in this hall wears disguises, they realize that this is a rare chance to speak their mind and remain anonymous. Out in the open, it’s ungracious to make complaints. Here, though…

Once more he finds himself in the same forest, hunting the same creatures he'd devoured the last time he'd been there, this time remembering his Axe in hand. It would be far easier to pry back the tangled vines to reach his prize with the weapon meant for logging in hand.

But just as last time, he heard the sound of another, shouting something it seemed.

He'd just take a peak. He wasn't going to get involved unless the creatures were well distracted enough to become an easy meal. That's all he was doing as footsteps changed direction once more.

A lie he told himself constantly, alongside 'Karlach and Valas were rubbing off on him too much'.

He's met with a bizarre sight. A man up a tree looking down at the beasts howling and cackling at the base like a swathe of Gnolls. He knows the creatures could easily scale the tree and kill him, but it seemed they just wanted him busy or scared. Entirely consumed the four were with the man that it wasn't hard for Astarion to creep close.

Laughable, really.

The axe came down with frightening precision, driving deep into the brambles and into the meat of the beast's shoulder. The resulting shriek and turn was met with a snarl. He pounced, bringing the beast around right to the ground with a twist.

He wrenched the axe out, bringing it back down to break a few brambles off. In a flurry of movement, ignoring the teeth in his leg he lunged, sinking fangs into the bared flesh of the beast beneath.

Be it the foul dead blood the creature tasted on him or the sudden realization of who had joined the fray, the rest scattered, snarling and howling. Half drained, the spawn let the creature go, stumbling away from blood loss but making it to the tree line.

He twirled the axe, amused at the sight as he dragged a thumb over his lip to lick the last trace of blood. Red eyes then flash up at the other, axe resting heavily on his shoulder, the other raising to cover his eyes as if to look through the light to the other.

“Wilder?! Where are you!?”

Wat shouted, uncaring who else he might be attracting with his cries. And they were just that, verging on hysterical. The storm raged, but seemed to be letting up only slightly. He was confidant he could be heard over the pelting torrents of rain now that the thunder wasn’t so frequent. His white clothes were soaked, his shirt open and see through, clinging to his skin. The rain had washed out a great deal of blood more than once.

He was in the woods, close he was sure... or mostly sure, somewhat near Wilder’s home. The were-bear hadn’t yet invited him, so he’d know when he’d hit a property barrier at least. Or at least to someone’s house. Dammit.

“WILD!”

People were acting insane. Wat had never seen Fawn that vicious in their life. And it had been a while since Wat had turned a corner like that. He had every right and reason to, but he had promised himself he would try and be a better person upon his return. And he knew, for a fact, Wild wouldn’t enjoy hearing about that kind of violence from him.

If he was really still alive...

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@andrews-gina

Gina gripped her side as a stitch hit her, stabbing pain causing her breathing to deepen. “D-Dhani!” She called after the man who was out hiking her. “C-Can we t-take a break?” She asks, bending over and resting her palms on her thighs. “I know y-you said there’s no e-easy way to h-hike, b-but why are you t-torturing me?” She asked him while attempting to smile.

“Gina!” Dhani jogged back, so caught up in his own thoughts, he hadn’t noticed her slowing down or looking distress. “Sorry...” He put his hand on her back, then led her to a nearby fallen tree.

He gave a sigh and fished a bottle of water out of his bag. Still resigned to Warren’s dress code of just boxers, Dhani had managed to swing by Scott’s to Daisy’s room and grab his sneakers and socks to go for an actual hike with Gina for his free hour.

“I was... kinda off in my own world. Not a great hiking partner. Sorry.”

Jody had his fair share of slaves in the last few days. He had used them for the purpose the Island wished him to. He would remember spending time with Tae, whom he had started off attempting to help, he wouldn’t remember actually sleeping with him, or Abbi or Anye, or being around Finn later on in that first day. He wouldn’t remember today either. Such was the side effect of his dark side.

And because he had started with the intention to help, he was given the secondary spell as well. He wasn’t interested in any slaves anymore.

He saw her walking across the quad, wearing an outfit he had rarely, if ever, had seen her in. Jody caught up to her, grabbing her wrist and turning her around before kissing her harshly.

“My place. Now.”

[text] Not for nothing, I could use your advice to. I trust you and your level head.

[text] What would you like for me to cook for you, my dear?