Werewolves (RP 6): Echoes from the Past (04/14-10/15)
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 5:06 amMae
With his eyes on the target as his team began to advance, Douglas Hampshire maintained his readiness. This was not the adventure of a lifetime for the young man, nor the result of an impulse; he was familiar with the situation and held his gun near his chest with his eyes sighted as a matter of course.
But there was also more than meets the eye, and Douglas was prepared for reasons his comrades were yet to know - He knew there was no chance his dart had done the trick to sedate the auburn-haired werewolf... and this was how:
Prior to capture, there was no knowing the exact weight of a target, and though a general agent dosage could be estimated to accurately effect werewolves in their animal condition, sedating a woman was a different matter. Administering an overdose became a risk, and when Danny's initial strike had failed to instigate an offensive reaction from the second werewolf, Douglas had to recalibrate. Accordingly, Harvey Bolt had bought him time to do so.
Unfortunately now, both Douglas and Harvey knew that the first dart would fail to bring about complete unconsciousness, and Jackie had provided useful information in ensuring the second would not be so inadequate.
******
Meanwhile Mary Berg was quick to the initiative. She came straightway to Ulric's side, and with proper precautions taken by her team to ensure the tranquilized werewolf was down for the count, she instructed that he be turned onto the net. When that had been done, Mary set about her job; clearly, the werewolf hunters wanted the werewolves alive.
Mary acted fast, though she paused a moment to consider something and muttered to herself as she withdrew her hands from the neck and face of the werewolf. When she stood up from her crouched position, having completed her task, Mary permitted the two who stood near her to commence apprehending the target.
At that moment Jackie's view of Ulric was cut off by the presence of a similar team of three that had enclosed on her.
Harvey didn't need to say anything to his crew, but he did anyway.
With a gruff voice speaking overhead, he said, "Remember fellas, you're teasing the neighbor's dog. Don't let her bite ya."
It was said with a tone that might have been sarcastic, if one knew him, but it was also quite a serious statement, and his men understood the meaning.
The chance to fight back was stolen away from Jackie, had she been looking for that opportunity, and at that moment two men thrust their weight down on her back to restrain her under the net, while a third moved in to link the netting tightly around her.
Ulric was restrained by cuffs that held his wrists to a metal grate over his muzzle and head. His knees were also bound, as were his ankles, and his tail was tied to his legs. Then, he too, was wrapped in the same metal net, fastened by multiple locking clasps.
Harvey stepped down from his position at length, descending the rugged hump of earth into the midst of his men.
Presently now another man came from behind the trees and entered the scene. He was dressed from head to heel in camouflaged cloth with only a slit in his mask for his eyes, all other features remained hidden. This man held a riffle in hand, not a dart gun as did the others who had not, as of yet, come near the werewolves.
This man brought a message to Harvey, which he did not care to bring to the attention of the captives, therefore it was exchanged privately from the one to the other... But whatever it entailed, Harvey smiled and did not seem displeased.
Mae
With his eyes on the target as his team began to advance, Douglas Hampshire maintained his readiness. This was not the adventure of a lifetime for the young man, nor the result of an impulse; he was familiar with the situation and held his gun near his chest with his eyes sighted as a matter of course.
But there was also more than meets the eye, and Douglas was prepared for reasons his comrades were yet to know - He knew there was no chance his dart had done the trick to sedate the auburn-haired werewolf... and this was how:
Prior to capture, there was no knowing the exact weight of a target, and though a general agent dosage could be estimated to accurately effect werewolves in their animal condition, sedating a woman was a different matter. Administering an overdose became a risk, and when Danny's initial strike had failed to instigate an offensive reaction from the second werewolf, Douglas had to recalibrate. Accordingly, Harvey Bolt had bought him time to do so.
Unfortunately now, both Douglas and Harvey knew that the first dart would fail to bring about complete unconsciousness, and Jackie had provided useful information in ensuring the second would not be so inadequate.
******
Meanwhile Mary Berg was quick to the initiative. She came straightway to Ulric's side, and with proper precautions taken by her team to ensure the tranquilized werewolf was down for the count, she instructed that he be turned onto the net. When that had been done, Mary set about her job; clearly, the werewolf hunters wanted the werewolves alive.
Mary acted fast, though she paused a moment to consider something and muttered to herself as she withdrew her hands from the neck and face of the werewolf. When she stood up from her crouched position, having completed her task, Mary permitted the two who stood near her to commence apprehending the target.
At that moment Jackie's view of Ulric was cut off by the presence of a similar team of three that had enclosed on her.
Harvey didn't need to say anything to his crew, but he did anyway.
With a gruff voice speaking overhead, he said, "Remember fellas, you're teasing the neighbor's dog. Don't let her bite ya."
It was said with a tone that might have been sarcastic, if one knew him, but it was also quite a serious statement, and his men understood the meaning.
The chance to fight back was stolen away from Jackie, had she been looking for that opportunity, and at that moment two men thrust their weight down on her back to restrain her under the net, while a third moved in to link the netting tightly around her.
Ulric was restrained by cuffs that held his wrists to a metal grate over his muzzle and head. His knees were also bound, as were his ankles, and his tail was tied to his legs. Then, he too, was wrapped in the same metal net, fastened by multiple locking clasps.
Harvey stepped down from his position at length, descending the rugged hump of earth into the midst of his men.
Presently now another man came from behind the trees and entered the scene. He was dressed from head to heel in camouflaged cloth with only a slit in his mask for his eyes, all other features remained hidden. This man held a riffle in hand, not a dart gun as did the others who had not, as of yet, come near the werewolves.
This man brought a message to Harvey, which he did not care to bring to the attention of the captives, therefore it was exchanged privately from the one to the other... But whatever it entailed, Harvey smiled and did not seem displeased.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 5:06 amIndy
Jackie squirmed faintly under the netting, but the metal netting was not obliging. Two people were pressing on top of her; a third was cutting off what little space was left with careful bindings around the net. She was entirely closed in; even air seemed to have disappeared. Her squirming became more inspired. The metal spines of the netting were cold. Their grip was tightening more around her with each passing second like an enormous, hungry boa.
Now was an instant of survival -- if she didn't escape this net soon, she was certain she never would. As the third came in again to draw the bindings close to her chest, she saw her opportunity. Having flipped on her back in her initial struggle, she steadied her grip on the tiny dart on her right palm and pushed the end of the needle through a tiny opening in the net and toward the nearest piece of flesh she could see.
---
The question caught him off-guard. That she knew his name, doubly so. He knew he hadn't told her it. The situation was started to venture beyond the outing of two friends at a library. In fact, he might just need to make a break for it. But something told him he owed this girl a conversation. And that if he ran, that would only make her chase him.
"For most people, maybe," Zander replied quietly, his breathing constrained,"But I don't think a Chapman needs chance"
He walked into the library as Bianca opened the door.
Indy
Jackie squirmed faintly under the netting, but the metal netting was not obliging. Two people were pressing on top of her; a third was cutting off what little space was left with careful bindings around the net. She was entirely closed in; even air seemed to have disappeared. Her squirming became more inspired. The metal spines of the netting were cold. Their grip was tightening more around her with each passing second like an enormous, hungry boa.
Now was an instant of survival -- if she didn't escape this net soon, she was certain she never would. As the third came in again to draw the bindings close to her chest, she saw her opportunity. Having flipped on her back in her initial struggle, she steadied her grip on the tiny dart on her right palm and pushed the end of the needle through a tiny opening in the net and toward the nearest piece of flesh she could see.
---
The question caught him off-guard. That she knew his name, doubly so. He knew he hadn't told her it. The situation was started to venture beyond the outing of two friends at a library. In fact, he might just need to make a break for it. But something told him he owed this girl a conversation. And that if he ran, that would only make her chase him.
"For most people, maybe," Zander replied quietly, his breathing constrained,"But I don't think a Chapman needs chance"
He walked into the library as Bianca opened the door.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 5:07 amMae
There could be no doubt Jackie's shot was well-aimed, and well-planned despite the opposition, for Hal Clenery was vested but sleeveless, and his part in the work required that his gloves be short and thin.
Yet Jackie had been carefully watched by the other two men who stood over her, and it was their job to protect Hal should any trouble arise. Thus the moment Jackie attempted to strike, her wrists were suddenly seized by strong, leather-guarded hands that quickly wedged the dart free from her fingers!
"Calm down, ya ain't gonna get hurt 'gin." One man said, and it was neither the man that stole the dart nor Clenery who spoke.
Hal had jumped back only an inch before quickly resuming latching the clasps. The other, who had taken the dart, had access under the net before the attempted attack, and he held Jackie's wrists until he was no longer able to do so. When he was at length caused to withdraw, he made sure not to leave the dart behind.
"Let's go." Hal said, standing up when his work was done.
"You heard him. Move out." Harvey ordered in his same casual voice, though he tarried behind with the rifleman.
Two of the four who had retained their positions now shouldered their weapons and came down out from among the trees to help carry the werewolves. But Douglas Hampshire and one other, whose name was Mercy Danbrook, maintained their weapons, and their aim.
"It might be second nature to ya, but don't fight. That's the last thing you're gonna want to do right now, believe me." The man from before whispered again.
The nets were equipped with three heavy straps, one on each end and one in the middle, and it seemed reasonable that they were meant for much larger and heavier game. When the four individuals came forward to carry Jackie, there stood two on each side, the two front-most took the end strap and hoisted it over their shoulders which would support their captive's head and upper back, while the latter two came and took the middle strap which rested primarily behind Jackie's knees. The rest of the net and the remaining strap had been latched to prevent excess room and were now thrown over the shoulders of the latter pair.
Ulric, in his secondary form, was a larger burden, and the four hunters who carried him made alterations in position to accommodate his greater size and weight.
Now, with both werewolves secured, the hunters began their trek back through the woods...
Mae
There could be no doubt Jackie's shot was well-aimed, and well-planned despite the opposition, for Hal Clenery was vested but sleeveless, and his part in the work required that his gloves be short and thin.
Yet Jackie had been carefully watched by the other two men who stood over her, and it was their job to protect Hal should any trouble arise. Thus the moment Jackie attempted to strike, her wrists were suddenly seized by strong, leather-guarded hands that quickly wedged the dart free from her fingers!
"Calm down, ya ain't gonna get hurt 'gin." One man said, and it was neither the man that stole the dart nor Clenery who spoke.
Hal had jumped back only an inch before quickly resuming latching the clasps. The other, who had taken the dart, had access under the net before the attempted attack, and he held Jackie's wrists until he was no longer able to do so. When he was at length caused to withdraw, he made sure not to leave the dart behind.
"Let's go." Hal said, standing up when his work was done.
"You heard him. Move out." Harvey ordered in his same casual voice, though he tarried behind with the rifleman.
Two of the four who had retained their positions now shouldered their weapons and came down out from among the trees to help carry the werewolves. But Douglas Hampshire and one other, whose name was Mercy Danbrook, maintained their weapons, and their aim.
"It might be second nature to ya, but don't fight. That's the last thing you're gonna want to do right now, believe me." The man from before whispered again.
The nets were equipped with three heavy straps, one on each end and one in the middle, and it seemed reasonable that they were meant for much larger and heavier game. When the four individuals came forward to carry Jackie, there stood two on each side, the two front-most took the end strap and hoisted it over their shoulders which would support their captive's head and upper back, while the latter two came and took the middle strap which rested primarily behind Jackie's knees. The rest of the net and the remaining strap had been latched to prevent excess room and were now thrown over the shoulders of the latter pair.
Ulric, in his secondary form, was a larger burden, and the four hunters who carried him made alterations in position to accommodate his greater size and weight.
Now, with both werewolves secured, the hunters began their trek back through the woods...
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 5:07 amIndy
Theo pressed forward a few paces down the forest path with Logan and (presumably) Toby behind him. His last comment had been ignored. Maybe Logan was preoccupied with other matters, or maybe she just didn't care to comment. In any case Theo felt with each step he was loosing some imaginary battle. His heart started to sink.
He wasn't going to make it to town today, not with Logan steering the ship towards the ranch and Toby still too frail to make the trip. He'd been hoping someone might accompany him, for certainly he couldn't go alone, not after the last time he'd been in that town unattended. A trip to the bookstore for Toby on the outskirts of town had been relatively easy, but a town full of bustling people was not a test he wanted to take alone.
He clutched the backpack on his shoulders, and his eyes starred sadly at his feet as he passed. Yet just as Theo had accepted he'd be doing chores for Zeit again, inspiration struck.
"Toby?," he called out thoughtfully. He couldn't see his new friend anymore and he hoped the omega hadn't fallen behind and neglected to cry for help,"You uh... lived in the town for most of your life, right? Know most of the people there?"
---
Jackie offered a quick exhale as the final strap was secured. It would have been a sharp cry if she hadn't stifled her voice at the last moment. As her leg's instinctively moved to kick against her confinement, the net offered no give. It clung to her like a second skin; if she shifted even slightly, the cold metal dug eagerly into exposed flesh. She couldn't move, could barely breathe.
She was caught. There weren't any holes in the mesh and the straps weren't insecure. She was out of weapons, she was out of ideas, and her mind all to aware of the situation. Don't fight, one of the men had instructed, and for once in her life Jackie had to agree. After all she had fought to stay conscious, she now wanted nothing more than this uncomfortable passage to fade into black nothingness. Even game animals caught in this net would have been treated with more mercy.
Her eyes were lightly closed so she wouldn't see the ugly lines of the net against the beautiful canopy, and her fists were clenched so she wouldn't tremble. It was her nature to fight and protest, but now she'd ensnared so perfectly that these weren't options she had. The only thing she could do was too keep her breathing slow and measured enough to resist the urge to scream or cry.
Indy
Theo pressed forward a few paces down the forest path with Logan and (presumably) Toby behind him. His last comment had been ignored. Maybe Logan was preoccupied with other matters, or maybe she just didn't care to comment. In any case Theo felt with each step he was loosing some imaginary battle. His heart started to sink.
He wasn't going to make it to town today, not with Logan steering the ship towards the ranch and Toby still too frail to make the trip. He'd been hoping someone might accompany him, for certainly he couldn't go alone, not after the last time he'd been in that town unattended. A trip to the bookstore for Toby on the outskirts of town had been relatively easy, but a town full of bustling people was not a test he wanted to take alone.
He clutched the backpack on his shoulders, and his eyes starred sadly at his feet as he passed. Yet just as Theo had accepted he'd be doing chores for Zeit again, inspiration struck.
"Toby?," he called out thoughtfully. He couldn't see his new friend anymore and he hoped the omega hadn't fallen behind and neglected to cry for help,"You uh... lived in the town for most of your life, right? Know most of the people there?"
---
Jackie offered a quick exhale as the final strap was secured. It would have been a sharp cry if she hadn't stifled her voice at the last moment. As her leg's instinctively moved to kick against her confinement, the net offered no give. It clung to her like a second skin; if she shifted even slightly, the cold metal dug eagerly into exposed flesh. She couldn't move, could barely breathe.
She was caught. There weren't any holes in the mesh and the straps weren't insecure. She was out of weapons, she was out of ideas, and her mind all to aware of the situation. Don't fight, one of the men had instructed, and for once in her life Jackie had to agree. After all she had fought to stay conscious, she now wanted nothing more than this uncomfortable passage to fade into black nothingness. Even game animals caught in this net would have been treated with more mercy.
Her eyes were lightly closed so she wouldn't see the ugly lines of the net against the beautiful canopy, and her fists were clenched so she wouldn't tremble. It was her nature to fight and protest, but now she'd ensnared so perfectly that these weren't options she had. The only thing she could do was too keep her breathing slow and measured enough to resist the urge to scream or cry.
Quote from Kaqurei on August 22, 2018, 2:07 pmMae
A dark hand, a moist neck, a face; for a moment there was sight, and then there was nothing. First there was green and they stood above him, then there was blackness and they stood below...
Perfectly restrained, drifting in between wakefulness and a dreamless slumber, Ulric felt completely calm. There was not many things he was aware of. He knew there were people around him, and that they were the ones that had done this.. But somehow his body was forgotten, and somehow... he felt no resentment... toward any of them. He was perfectly in their power now, whether they intended him mercy or harm - he did not know which, but neither did he care.
The only thing Ulric could ever remember, was the one person he never forgot; At every wakeful moment, in every focused thought, there was one person he was aware of, and it was not himself.
At one point, Ulric opened his eyes and saw Jackie, carried in the chain mail-sheet on the shoulders of her captors. He couldn't see her features, but he could sense her anxiety, and he could feel her fear.. But he could not reach her to give her comfort, and then, it was all gone...
******
Mercy Danbrook felt relieved when at last both werewolves were completely apprehended, though she never showed it.
The teams got up their different hostages and Mercy cast a fleeting glance toward Douglas. They met eyes for only a moment, Douglas' grey eyes held a focus and assertion that communicated quickly to Mercy and she reaffirmed her gaze on her target.
The two snipers moved forward behind the others, always prepared for another shot. Mercy watched as the werewolf was lifted from the ground, and she noticed the brown and black fur of the creature and how to her it seemed to resemble the coat of a wild rabbit.
Looking again at her team, Mercy noticed that Mary Berg seemed agitated, which was unusual for her.
Mary was supporting one side of the werewolf's neck on her shoulder when she felt the creature give a heave and she almost caused her company to halt before she realized what had caused it: A long, quiet whine drew out from the werewolf. The sound faltered twice, then fell short.
Mary looked at the faces of those who were with her. Paul, Calerry, and Bevis all exchanged glances.
"Keep moving." Mary instructed them after a moment's pause.
"Are you sure it's out?" Calerry asked, though he did not hesitate to obey.
"He's just cry'n." Paul Reginald laughed, but the others were not cheered.
Once again, after a short breath, the same whine came out. This time it was shorter than before, and the hunters did not stop to consider it. Then after awhile, a third attempt was made, but this time it never reached further than the werewolf's lips.
*****
How strange to think that the meaning, though guessed at, was never comprehended by the ears of the hunters. Yet for the one for which the meaning was intended, the words were quite clear, and perhaps even familiar...
"Don't give up, Jackie......" "...Don't give up..."
To be Continued...
Mae
A dark hand, a moist neck, a face; for a moment there was sight, and then there was nothing. First there was green and they stood above him, then there was blackness and they stood below...
Perfectly restrained, drifting in between wakefulness and a dreamless slumber, Ulric felt completely calm. There was not many things he was aware of. He knew there were people around him, and that they were the ones that had done this.. But somehow his body was forgotten, and somehow... he felt no resentment... toward any of them. He was perfectly in their power now, whether they intended him mercy or harm - he did not know which, but neither did he care.
The only thing Ulric could ever remember, was the one person he never forgot; At every wakeful moment, in every focused thought, there was one person he was aware of, and it was not himself.
At one point, Ulric opened his eyes and saw Jackie, carried in the chain mail-sheet on the shoulders of her captors. He couldn't see her features, but he could sense her anxiety, and he could feel her fear.. But he could not reach her to give her comfort, and then, it was all gone...
******
Mercy Danbrook felt relieved when at last both werewolves were completely apprehended, though she never showed it.
The teams got up their different hostages and Mercy cast a fleeting glance toward Douglas. They met eyes for only a moment, Douglas' grey eyes held a focus and assertion that communicated quickly to Mercy and she reaffirmed her gaze on her target.
The two snipers moved forward behind the others, always prepared for another shot. Mercy watched as the werewolf was lifted from the ground, and she noticed the brown and black fur of the creature and how to her it seemed to resemble the coat of a wild rabbit.
Looking again at her team, Mercy noticed that Mary Berg seemed agitated, which was unusual for her.
Mary was supporting one side of the werewolf's neck on her shoulder when she felt the creature give a heave and she almost caused her company to halt before she realized what had caused it: A long, quiet whine drew out from the werewolf. The sound faltered twice, then fell short.
Mary looked at the faces of those who were with her. Paul, Calerry, and Bevis all exchanged glances.
"Keep moving." Mary instructed them after a moment's pause.
"Are you sure it's out?" Calerry asked, though he did not hesitate to obey.
"He's just cry'n." Paul Reginald laughed, but the others were not cheered.
Once again, after a short breath, the same whine came out. This time it was shorter than before, and the hunters did not stop to consider it. Then after awhile, a third attempt was made, but this time it never reached further than the werewolf's lips.
*****
How strange to think that the meaning, though guessed at, was never comprehended by the ears of the hunters. Yet for the one for which the meaning was intended, the words were quite clear, and perhaps even familiar...
"Don't give up, Jackie......" "...Don't give up..."
To be Continued...
