Faroak ran as fast as he could in his cat form following Bran he wasn't far behind when he saw Kari-Bliss and Bran go through the door. He quickened his pace but he was to late and the door already shut. He tried to listen to the conversation inside with his heightened hearing. So far he had heard nothing.
Bran, still in crow form, dropped down on the arm of the couch and cawed again. He resisted the urge to shift back for several reasons. First off he knew he had been followed, and the cat would be listening, secondly he knew shifting back would leave him breathless and weak, and he had left his cane when he came after her.
"Bran, just leave..." Kari-Bliss looked up, teary-eyed, and put a hand gently on the crow's back, then slipped her other on to his feet and pulled him down into her lap, "I'll just get in all of your ways... And like faroak said, I should leave."
Bran shook his feathered head and let out a short sigh that sounded more like a chirp. He surely couldn't shift back now, not sitting in her lap as he was now. He couldn't talk to her in this form though, not like they surely needed to.
He heard Kari-Bliss' voice break the silence. He heard her say something about shooting.
'Try it and I'll eat Bran,' he thought jokingly in his head.
He walked away from the door obeying her wish. He ran around the side of the house and climbed up crates and boxes until he reached the roof. He jumped up and looked for a point of entry. About 10 feet across the roof he saw a chimney.
'Hopefully it's not blocked off," he thought. He trotted over to the chimney and stood on the edge. He looked down and saw a patch of light near the bottom. The hole was just big enough for a small person.
Faroak backed away from the chimney and transformed back into a human. He sat down for a moment, regaining his humanity. He walked over to the chimney and climbed in slowly. He started to shimmy down the inside walls. He made it about half-way down when his strength began to give. His hand slipped and he tumbled down the chimney.
"Ah ****!" Faroak yelled. His yell echoed up, down and out of the chimney and he landed on his back on the floor of Kari-Bliss' living room covered in ash.
"The world is against me today," he mumbled.
(OOC: I didn't really type a cuss word. I just typed asterisks in each letters place.)
Posted on 2010-08-11 at 23:26:50.
Edited on 2010-08-11 at 23:28:09 by sunow4
Kari-Bliss's eyes spelled out murder the second he hit the ground, and she was up when he cursed. "You!" she pointed an accusing finger, and instantly you could feel the air change; energy crackled through it like a whip, and if you wereat the right angle, black sparks flew from her hand.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! And you will NOT eat Bran, or I will gut you myself, and hang you on my door!" Her eyes narrowed, the usual light color suddenly a dark and menacing orange-gold. "OUT!"
(OOC: Next Post is gonna be them actually leaving, lol, i think the game should move along)
((OOC: If you're outright against any of this, tell me, but I want the game to go ahead and get in action!))
After Faroak was shooed out, Kari-Bliss allowed herself to be re-talked to joining the group by a now-human Bran, and then helped him to find his cane. When all three had rejoined cain, they set out, following instructions Cain had recieved from their teacher to a renegade camp run by shifters and wicthes for the sole purpose of keeping laws in order. Here, they would recieve weapons and supplies.
The journey took roughly 3 days, and it went pretty smoothly. The only scare was when they had to walk a narrow ledge, and Kari-Bliss slipped, hurting her ankle. Even though there was concern, she stated she was perfectly fine, but Bran picked up on her slow-developing limp. That night, he managed to look at her ankle, which was swollen and an ugly purple color; against better judgements, kari-Bliss convinced him to keep quiet.
When they arrived at the camp, they were greeted by a boy about their age with wild red hair and orange eyes. He outfitted them with several small guns, and entrusted Kari-Bliss with an encrypted phone which would alert him to when they fulfilled their mission. The flustered wicth took it, in spite of her limited knowledge of such technology, and they went off again, headed for Mr. Dellacoure's private cabin stashed away in the woods.
Cain yanwed, poking their fire lightly with a stick. The four of them were seated on a few rotting logs, huddled around the tiny blaze, with two tents set up behind them. Earlier, there had been a discussion to who sleeps where; it was still undecided. "I think i'm turning in..." Cain yawned again and stood up, stretching, before slipping into the larger tent.
Kari-Bliss was staring into the fire blankly, hugging herself, and curling up against Bran's side. Ever since he'd found out about her being hurt, she'd stayed even closer to him then before, fearing if hse let him out of her sight he would reveal her injury.
Her ankle suddenly throbbed and she jerked slightly, wincing.
"S-so, who wants to sleep with the jerk?" She tried to hide her pain, but her voice faltered a bit; Kari-Bliss's face burned with fear that faroak had heard and would find out, "Because he snores... And I'm not going through that..."
Bran shook his head, not only could he not believe she was still keeping her ankle a secret from the others, he was shocked to hear her suggest that anyone other than her sleep in the tent with Cain. He looked over at her concerned and replied, "I'd rather like to be able to wake up in the morning. I don't trust what he'd do to me in my sleep, and I sure don't want to find out what he would do if he found us in the same tent. I know you hate the idea, but it might be best if you took the tent with him, you are family after all." He avoided the topic of her ankle, and chose not to address her obvious concerns about Cain finding out because Faroak would probably still be listening anyway, and they could not afford for him to find out and blab to Cain. Cain would not only be mad at Kari-Bliss for not telling him, he would be furious if he found out Bran had known and not said anything.
Faroak sat alone behind his tent, fiddling with one of the guns they gave him. So far he liked the feel of it the best, it felt the most natural in his palm.
He acted like he was oblivious to what they were saying by the fire. It wasn't that hard to here them and he figured they knew that or they wouldn't say it so openly.
He sighed and unloaded the gun. He cocked it and pulled the trigger. It made a slight puffing sound and jutted back. He reloaded it and turned the safety on. He remembered the days he shot the gun at the nearby shooting range with his father as a kid. It saddened him and his eyes started watering again. He wiped the tears from his face and stood up. He walked around the side of his tent and crawled inside.
He just layed there and listened to the wilds and the crackling fire.
"There's a reason I'm not and it's nothing I'm sharing," instantly, her eyes went dark and she stared off into the trees, "...I'll just take first watch and Cain and I can switch out. You and Faroak need sleep."
"Speaking of which..." She turned her head a bit to faroak's tent, peering at it. "Hey, you okay in there," Kari-Bliss called out in a voice loud enough for him to hear.
Kari-Bliss blinked several times, then gingerly stood up and headed over, careful to put as little weight as possible on her injury. She sat where he indicated and smiled brightly at him, putting her 'best foot' foreword.