Werewolves (RP13.3) Many Decisions: Echoes
Quote from Mae on June 11, 2020, 8:22 pmThe old gentleman jumped back with a yelp as Sophia's cane came down on his foot! With as much dignity as he could muster while holding his shoe off the ground, he stooped, and tipped his cap.
"I'll be on my way then." He said. Then he limped out of the antique parlor and was seen crossing the street before turning a corner out of sight.
The old gentleman jumped back with a yelp as Sophia's cane came down on his foot! With as much dignity as he could muster while holding his shoe off the ground, he stooped, and tipped his cap.
"I'll be on my way then." He said. Then he limped out of the antique parlor and was seen crossing the street before turning a corner out of sight.
Quote from Mae on July 11, 2020, 11:17 pmAt the same time the old unfamiliar gentleman left main street, Albert Rich was in vain rubbing out the new creases on his forehead at the Police Station. He was with Officer Clerk and three police chiefs from Pinerich and Middlecrest in a closed conference.
"Then, this whole town was built on a mine?" Albert asked again to confirm.
"That's about the size of it." One chief said. "Last night's rain must have gotten underground and opened it up, but I bet we're looking at an old adit. Its impossible to know how deep or far out the mine ran. We may need to issue an evacuation order."
A new line sprouted on Albert's forehead even as he attempted to smooth out the first. "Could it be something else? I've never heard anything about a mine in Reknab Bend. Wouldn't there be company housing or maps in the library?"
"Possibly," the chief agreed. "But we'll have a time tracking them down. The long-term consequences of these mines weren't heavily known or documented back then. They just close up the mine and forget about it. Over time roads are built and you understand."
Albert sighed.
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Meanwhile, the old stranger took a walk down Murphy street, limping as he went. He passed by the town library, hardly noticing it, when then he stopped and looked across the street at the cemetery.
At the same time the old unfamiliar gentleman left main street, Albert Rich was in vain rubbing out the new creases on his forehead at the Police Station. He was with Officer Clerk and three police chiefs from Pinerich and Middlecrest in a closed conference.
"Then, this whole town was built on a mine?" Albert asked again to confirm.
"That's about the size of it." One chief said. "Last night's rain must have gotten underground and opened it up, but I bet we're looking at an old adit. Its impossible to know how deep or far out the mine ran. We may need to issue an evacuation order."
A new line sprouted on Albert's forehead even as he attempted to smooth out the first. "Could it be something else? I've never heard anything about a mine in Reknab Bend. Wouldn't there be company housing or maps in the library?"
"Possibly," the chief agreed. "But we'll have a time tracking them down. The long-term consequences of these mines weren't heavily known or documented back then. They just close up the mine and forget about it. Over time roads are built and you understand."
Albert sighed.
*****
Meanwhile, the old stranger took a walk down Murphy street, limping as he went. He passed by the town library, hardly noticing it, when then he stopped and looked across the street at the cemetery.
Quote from Indy on July 14, 2020, 8:59 pmZander finished his sweeping. His eyes turned down and his posture unassuming, it was easy to hide the troubled crease over his eyes. Sometimes, his curiosity served against him. He'd miss the little things, little details, like what had sent Bianca off in such a hurry.
He set the broom against the wall, mumbling something to Mrs. Buttermilk about his "15 minutes break". It would be the second one this morning. He'd pay for it later, but hopefully she would be distracted enough from the gentleman not to protest.
He glanced to Toby as he headed towards the door, raising an eyebrow in invitation.
Zander finished his sweeping. His eyes turned down and his posture unassuming, it was easy to hide the troubled crease over his eyes. Sometimes, his curiosity served against him. He'd miss the little things, little details, like what had sent Bianca off in such a hurry.
He set the broom against the wall, mumbling something to Mrs. Buttermilk about his "15 minutes break". It would be the second one this morning. He'd pay for it later, but hopefully she would be distracted enough from the gentleman not to protest.
He glanced to Toby as he headed towards the door, raising an eyebrow in invitation.
Quote from Deleted user on July 16, 2020, 2:17 am" Trust your friend."
Tito heard the words Zander spoke echo in his mind for what must've been the hundredth time. He wanted to, but he couldn't.
Tito had gone with Officer Hughes and had shown him the email like he requested. After that, they let him go on his way. He was still trying to consider Zanders words as an actual option, but it still didn't seem possible. Zander didn't know anything about Saber. Saying to trust his friend felt like saying to trust a flamethrower to a toddler- someone was going to get hurt, and the ending result would leave damage and scars that would last for years. He just couldn't do it.
Saber could die from his allergies if he couldn't get help in time. He could die from his frail heart. He could die from his asthma- Granted, Tito hadn't ever seen Saber struggle that much even when he had an asthma attack. Maybe he wouldn't likely die from that one. No, out of all the ways Saber could die, Tito knew his stubbornness and recklessness was how he'd go out. It didn't seem right to trust him. He just couldn't…
This was the friend that went through a time of refusing to go to the hospital when having life threatening allergic reactions. ...Which eventually landed him into a coma. This was the friend that bragged once he got to 150 mph on his motorcycle without getting in an accident. This was the friend that despite his reaction time being too slow to safely drive after said coma, was still driving, endangering not only himself but others. No, Saber was just too reckless to trust; He could not do it.
Tito looked around outside his truck as he contemplated what he was to do next. Deciding he had to still search for Saber wasn't hard, it was the how that was the challenge.
He noticed the older gentleman that was moving down the street of which he had parked, as his eyes drifted over towards the cemetery following the man's gaze. He felt like he was waiting for some kind of inspiration... And so his mind continued to wander, now looking at the shapes of grey poking out of the ground of the cemetery, not able to stop himself from wondering if the wolf he saw last night had actually been his friend.
" Trust your friend."
Tito heard the words Zander spoke echo in his mind for what must've been the hundredth time. He wanted to, but he couldn't.
Tito had gone with Officer Hughes and had shown him the email like he requested. After that, they let him go on his way. He was still trying to consider Zanders words as an actual option, but it still didn't seem possible. Zander didn't know anything about Saber. Saying to trust his friend felt like saying to trust a flamethrower to a toddler- someone was going to get hurt, and the ending result would leave damage and scars that would last for years. He just couldn't do it.
Saber could die from his allergies if he couldn't get help in time. He could die from his frail heart. He could die from his asthma- Granted, Tito hadn't ever seen Saber struggle that much even when he had an asthma attack. Maybe he wouldn't likely die from that one. No, out of all the ways Saber could die, Tito knew his stubbornness and recklessness was how he'd go out. It didn't seem right to trust him. He just couldn't…
This was the friend that went through a time of refusing to go to the hospital when having life threatening allergic reactions. ...Which eventually landed him into a coma. This was the friend that bragged once he got to 150 mph on his motorcycle without getting in an accident. This was the friend that despite his reaction time being too slow to safely drive after said coma, was still driving, endangering not only himself but others. No, Saber was just too reckless to trust; He could not do it.
Tito looked around outside his truck as he contemplated what he was to do next. Deciding he had to still search for Saber wasn't hard, it was the how that was the challenge.
He noticed the older gentleman that was moving down the street of which he had parked, as his eyes drifted over towards the cemetery following the man's gaze. He felt like he was waiting for some kind of inspiration... And so his mind continued to wander, now looking at the shapes of grey poking out of the ground of the cemetery, not able to stop himself from wondering if the wolf he saw last night had actually been his friend.
Quote from Cat on July 27, 2020, 10:57 pmToby noticed Zander and caught the look from him as the latter headed toward the door. Instinctively he moved to follow.
"A break?!" Granny barked sharply, her face still red and eyes burning with almost visible flame. "You take more breaks than you do any actual work, you flee bitten cur! Fine! Take yer break 'afore I break your arms!" And with that she hurdled her cane behind the sales counter-- It collided with the others on display and knocked several of them off the wall onto the floor. Without looking back at either boy, she hobbled up the stairs; leaning heavily on the rail and muttering-- Or perhaps growling.
Toby found himself ridged against the wall. He had never seen her so upset. Ever. Who was that old man? How had his mere presence gotten her hackles up? With a quick glance at Zander, Toby quickly excused himself from the building. He didn't like it when Granny got angry; even if she wasn't mad at him and he hadn't done anything at all, it still made him nervous.
Toby noticed Zander and caught the look from him as the latter headed toward the door. Instinctively he moved to follow.
"A break?!" Granny barked sharply, her face still red and eyes burning with almost visible flame. "You take more breaks than you do any actual work, you flee bitten cur! Fine! Take yer break 'afore I break your arms!" And with that she hurdled her cane behind the sales counter-- It collided with the others on display and knocked several of them off the wall onto the floor. Without looking back at either boy, she hobbled up the stairs; leaning heavily on the rail and muttering-- Or perhaps growling.
Toby found himself ridged against the wall. He had never seen her so upset. Ever. Who was that old man? How had his mere presence gotten her hackles up? With a quick glance at Zander, Toby quickly excused himself from the building. He didn't like it when Granny got angry; even if she wasn't mad at him and he hadn't done anything at all, it still made him nervous.
Quote from Mae on July 30, 2020, 3:42 amThere seemed some debate in the old gentleman's eyes before he at last made up his mind. Yet, as he began to cross, a truck which evidently did not see him, came racing up the road!
There seemed some debate in the old gentleman's eyes before he at last made up his mind. Yet, as he began to cross, a truck which evidently did not see him, came racing up the road!
Quote from Deleted user on July 30, 2020, 6:18 pmTito's reaction was startling fast despite being lost in thought just a moment earlier; Seeing the truck not slowing as it approached the older gentlemen across the street, he honked his trucks horn twice, the second one sounding long and loud to get the drivers attention.
Tito's reaction was startling fast despite being lost in thought just a moment earlier; Seeing the truck not slowing as it approached the older gentlemen across the street, he honked his trucks horn twice, the second one sounding long and loud to get the drivers attention.
Quote from Indy on August 1, 2020, 10:31 pm"At least she only threatened to break my legs," Zander mumbled in a nervous chuckle as soon as they fell out of earshot, "Still leaves me opportunity to run away".
He glanced at Toby, taking a thorough glance at the boy. The last time they had met, he had been semi-conscious in his arms while his grandmother and cousin yelled "helpful" advice to him (namely threats)... it hadn't been a particularly good experience for either to learn about the other. He was pleased to find the young man mild mannered and, decidedly, had not taken after his grandmother.
Who knows where might the conversation might have gone, if Zander hadn't noticed the old man crossing in front of a truck! Zander was halfway across the pavement before reflecting instinct was a devil and that jumping out in front of a car was a very poor idea more likely to get them both killed. But his mind didn't have enough time to change course. Just as Tito's car horn sounded off, he tackled the man to the other side of the truck and prayed his next thoughts wouldn't be the same as a mosquito on a windshield.
"At least she only threatened to break my legs," Zander mumbled in a nervous chuckle as soon as they fell out of earshot, "Still leaves me opportunity to run away".
He glanced at Toby, taking a thorough glance at the boy. The last time they had met, he had been semi-conscious in his arms while his grandmother and cousin yelled "helpful" advice to him (namely threats)... it hadn't been a particularly good experience for either to learn about the other. He was pleased to find the young man mild mannered and, decidedly, had not taken after his grandmother.
Who knows where might the conversation might have gone, if Zander hadn't noticed the old man crossing in front of a truck! Zander was halfway across the pavement before reflecting instinct was a devil and that jumping out in front of a car was a very poor idea more likely to get them both killed. But his mind didn't have enough time to change course. Just as Tito's car horn sounded off, he tackled the man to the other side of the truck and prayed his next thoughts wouldn't be the same as a mosquito on a windshield.
Quote from Mae on August 7, 2020, 12:48 amThe two loud blares from Tito's horn were enough to capture the truck driver's attention, but he might well have failed to notice the man in front of him before it was too late, if not for Zander's timely prowess (or foolishness, varying opinions granted.) The truck came to a startling stop with brakes that hardly held onto the wheels. The old gentleman had taken a beating by Zander's heroics, but at least he was alive - bewildered and befuddled, as also bedraggled in the wet gutter, - but alive. Now, muttering and setting his hand on Zander's shoulder, he declared, "My gracious! Any man can lose his hat in a fairy wind they say, but I didn't think I'd come so close to the sythe and sickle today. My hat's off to you, lad!"
The man in the rusty brown truck took a boggling minute to get out and come around. When he did, it was no surprise. The gangily old man must have been thirty years older than the old man he had nearly drove over, and his truck had a matching reputation. He was a fair-square jitter for the almost accident, and made a fair and frequent apology many times over. The old gentleman on the ground, despite his bruises, forgave the other man frankly, and with some humor. He stood up and shook the other's hand, suggesting that the old driver hire someone else to do the driving from now on. After a pleasant exchange by one, and a anxious goodbye by the other, the rickety old man got back into his truck and meandered on his way (this time, well under the speed limit.)
At last, the gentleman turned again to his rescuer.
"A great many thanks to you, my friend, or I might have been a bug on the pavement." He said cheerfully. Then he shook Zander's hand with one and redeposited his other on Zander's shoulder.
"Ah! You're the young man from the antique shop!" He declared, now recognizing him. Then, almost inaudibly under a swell of rolling chuckles, he said, "You have picked a dangerous line of work, my friend."
The two loud blares from Tito's horn were enough to capture the truck driver's attention, but he might well have failed to notice the man in front of him before it was too late, if not for Zander's timely prowess (or foolishness, varying opinions granted.) The truck came to a startling stop with brakes that hardly held onto the wheels. The old gentleman had taken a beating by Zander's heroics, but at least he was alive - bewildered and befuddled, as also bedraggled in the wet gutter, - but alive. Now, muttering and setting his hand on Zander's shoulder, he declared, "My gracious! Any man can lose his hat in a fairy wind they say, but I didn't think I'd come so close to the sythe and sickle today. My hat's off to you, lad!"
The man in the rusty brown truck took a boggling minute to get out and come around. When he did, it was no surprise. The gangily old man must have been thirty years older than the old man he had nearly drove over, and his truck had a matching reputation. He was a fair-square jitter for the almost accident, and made a fair and frequent apology many times over. The old gentleman on the ground, despite his bruises, forgave the other man frankly, and with some humor. He stood up and shook the other's hand, suggesting that the old driver hire someone else to do the driving from now on. After a pleasant exchange by one, and a anxious goodbye by the other, the rickety old man got back into his truck and meandered on his way (this time, well under the speed limit.)
At last, the gentleman turned again to his rescuer.
"A great many thanks to you, my friend, or I might have been a bug on the pavement." He said cheerfully. Then he shook Zander's hand with one and redeposited his other on Zander's shoulder.
"Ah! You're the young man from the antique shop!" He declared, now recognizing him. Then, almost inaudibly under a swell of rolling chuckles, he said, "You have picked a dangerous line of work, my friend."
Quote from Indy on August 8, 2020, 1:24 amZander was little worse the wear for his heroic efforts, yet he spoke little beyond a nod or a grunt when it was directed to him. His mind was still catching up, processing the squeal of the tires that might have snapped him up, as well as contemplating what level of stupid had taken him. Most people's instincts served to protect them. Zander's always put himself or others in danger.
Zander turned as the old man climbed into his car, then turned his attention to the man's life he'd just saved. Stray cats, feral wolf-girls in the woods, angry loners, and their wandering best-friends... where exactly did his reign of helpfulness end?
He sighed, "It was nothing, sir" - yet fitting the tone more of an apology than anything else.
He nodded gravely in agreement with the gentleman, "Yes. I've no doubt she'll dock my pay. Or actually break my legs this time".
He took another appraising look of the man who was, evidently, made of sturdier stuff than first appeared, "At least tell me this... what is your name and what did you do to make her so mad?"
Zander was little worse the wear for his heroic efforts, yet he spoke little beyond a nod or a grunt when it was directed to him. His mind was still catching up, processing the squeal of the tires that might have snapped him up, as well as contemplating what level of stupid had taken him. Most people's instincts served to protect them. Zander's always put himself or others in danger.
Zander turned as the old man climbed into his car, then turned his attention to the man's life he'd just saved. Stray cats, feral wolf-girls in the woods, angry loners, and their wandering best-friends... where exactly did his reign of helpfulness end?
He sighed, "It was nothing, sir" - yet fitting the tone more of an apology than anything else.
He nodded gravely in agreement with the gentleman, "Yes. I've no doubt she'll dock my pay. Or actually break my legs this time".
He took another appraising look of the man who was, evidently, made of sturdier stuff than first appeared, "At least tell me this... what is your name and what did you do to make her so mad?"
