[Closed; see note] Trigger Scent Hunting

[shoplifter]

who: Laura Howlett and You
what: Laura has been afflicted with the Trigger Scent - and is ready to kill.
when: Thursday, Early Friday morning, after this unsettling post. 
where: All across Riverview.
warnings: Violence/blood, potential death (mainly NPC).
Note: If you would like to be involved, I may be able to squeeze you in; just hit me up at simpledog! I have a plurk here regarding this plot.

Laura isn't herself.

She doesn't really feel anything — see anything, think anything. It's more just an all-encompassing need to kill, some sort of mentally paralyzing fog where all she can think is that she needs to track and hunt. If you'd asked her, before the trigger scent was used, what this strange liquid was? She wouldn't be able to tell you. It's new information, something the scarce files Gabriela stole away didn't cover.

Too late now. 

She prowls through the city, her steps fast and her nose sniffing at the cooling air. She smells her targets. Some are stronger than others, closer by. Some are moving. Some are stationary. Whatever the case, she stops firstly by a local liquor store where a man is stumbling out with a beer in hand. She doesn't know him, and she won't remember that he's her first victim. Poor guy just got doused with the wrong thing, wrong time, wrong place. With him easily neutralized, she moves on to the next scent—

Likely one of you.

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[shoplifter]

The night had been a considerably violent and unpleasant experience for a number of people, and by this rate Laura had needed to be more stealthy; even in her rabid need to kill, she was more than aware that people were following and trying to put tabs on her, and with that in mind she keeps to the alleys and quieter little patches. It's morning, and many are avoiding the streets and trying not to get themselves killed.

That's when Laura gets the scent of Gyda, tinged with that overpowering smell. She races faster now, breathing low through her nose as her teeth gnash. Kill the target, that's one of the few thoughts that cross her foggy mind. She's already killed a few; injured others; what's one more? It has to end when the scent is washed out by blood. It has to end when the enemies are eliminated.

With that in mind, Laura skids out onto the sidewalk ahead of Gyda, caked with dry blood and looking feral and dangerous.

... Looking right at the other girl, of course.

[like_quicksilver]

Gyda's own bike skidding to a halt when Laura came out infront of her. The video played itself over in her head, and even if she wasn't covered in blood, she knew that look too well to not believe she was in for the kill.

Carefully, she got off the bike. If what was about to happen happened, she didn't trust herself not to fall off. "Laura.." She wasn't sure if she could really hear her or not through the blood lust, but she wanted to try. "Laura..this isn't you..you've been bewitched. We're friends."

The entire time she spoke, her hand reached for her bag, not inside it-yet. If she could try and talk sense into her, she wouldn't have to reach for the knife, but she couldn't trust her state not to have it handy either.

[shoplifter]

Her nose twitches as she sniffs, but it seems whatever Gyda's saying is going through one ear and out the other. The eyes are just as vibrant red as they had been in the feed, leaving her stare like something out of a horror tale as they transfix on the other girl.

Careful, Gyda, the claws that burst from her knuckles can cut through quite the assortment of things.

That bike, for one, which she's more than willing to slice through in trying to get to you.

[like_quicksilver]

This wasn't Laura. Whoever this was..her friend was gone.

The thought no sooner left her before the girl rushed at her. Thanks to her training with Ivar, her reflexes were faster than when she first began, and she quickly lifted the bike up to deflect her attack, shoving it away in hopes that the claws would get caught in the metal and trip her up.

Soon as the bike was free from her grasp, Gyda quickly backed away, knife in hand. Tempting as it was to run away, she knew well enough how fast Laura was..how she was gifted. The best she could hope for was to cripple her enough to make a run for it.

[shoplifter]

With a yell she brings her blades down and through the metal of the bike, yanked in front of her just in time — the metal claws cut through the metal pipes too easily, the adamantium blades glinting dangerously while pieces of the girl's ride clatter and smack to the ground.

Laura lunges again with little time to waste and is clearly wholly devoted to the idea of trying to cut Gyda to pieces; however she dies is fine, in Laura's foggy and twisted mind, as long as it can wash away the smell — and leave room for the next scent. Watch those blades, they're stabbing through the air like dual spears.

[like_quicksilver]

Had she been able to, Gyda would've thanked Freya, Odin and the Valkries for Ivar's training. Sadistic as he was in battle, he tried to instill those same traits in her soon as she recovered her sight.

She wasn't thinking about this at the moment, her mind too busy on avoiding Laura's claws. She ducked one and used her knife to parry the other, reaching around to slice at her arm and follow it up with a stab to the shoulder. The entire time her free arm is trying to keep Laura's claws away from her.

Pain in her arms and side were sign enough of the bite of the claws, but she was still able to move and fear and adrenaline kept her from knowing the extent of the damage.

Between the sounds of grunts, metal on metal and the smell, surely someone was bound to notice the death match between two teen girls.

[partiallysquirrelblood]

That someone leaps out of the air. Doreen comes at Laura from the side, in what is more of a flying, full-body shove than a tackle. It's an attempt to knock the young mutant a few feet away from where she herself lands gracefully on all fours.

It's a little more violent an attack than she'd like to aim at someone Laura's age, but the girl is a friggin' feral Wolverine clone. Laura would heal quickly, Gyda wouldn't.

"That's not gonna keep her down for long. We need to run."

[shoplifter]

Laura doesn't slow at the knife Gyda stabs into her shoulder — she keeps attacking like its a toothpick in the grand scheme of things, snarling and looking more like a wild animal than a friend or fellow human being. The stench of someone else's blood makes her all the more eager to strike, and she prepares another slash—

But is then knocked backward by Doreen, Gyda's knife still embedded in her shoulder. She slams into the ground and ends up rolling over herself a few times before moving to get on her knees, glaring up through a tangle of hair at the new arrival; she reaches up and plucks the knife out of her shoulder, throwing it aside near the destroyed bike.

She's already prepared to launch again, and when she's upright, the wound in her shoulder has already sealed back shut.

[like_quicksilver]

She's aware that her knife's now stuck in the girl's shoulder, but everything in her is telling her that's the least of her worries. Now she's without a weapon, against a warrior who could only 'literally' be disarmed, and all she could do was avoid them and keep an eye out for anything she could use.

The tackle comes as a surprise, the force knocking her to the ground and making her aware of the pain in her arms and shoulder. She forces herself to ignore them (with only mild success) when the newcomer gets to her feet.

She almost doesn't want to follow the girl's advice. Laura would chase them and even if they were friends, she didn't want to die (again) without some show of a fight.

"She'll just chase us down." She said, her arms and side burning from the pain. She's unarmed this time, quickly looking for something to use as Laura stood up, and she wondered if she could be fast enough to grab at her knife again.

[partiallysquirrelblood]

"She can try." It wasn't cockiness speaking. Squirrel Girl knew from experience that she was faster than her universe's Logan and Laura. Not by much, but by enough.

Doreen bolts towards Gyda, quickly picking her up while trying to keep from aggravating the girl's injuries.

"Look dude, you reek," she says as she starts running, "The trigger scent's all over you. If I can get you to someplace to wash it off, Laura'll stop chasing us."

And move on to someone else, but that could be dealt with after Gyda was out of danger.

[shoplifter]

Judging by the feral scream and sound of fast little footfalls, Laura wasn't wasting any time in racing after them; Doreen was definitely faster, could keep ahead of her — but losing her completely might take a little ingenuity.

And perhaps a little climbing, if all else fails.

If Gyda looks over Doreen's shoulder, she can see as much.

[like_quicksilver]

Gyda bit her lip hard to keep from crying out as she was picked up, biting so hard that she could taste her own blood. The pain was only minor compared to everything else.

Over the girls shoulder, she tried to keep watch of Laura chasing him, praying to the gods that they were with them. She was only vaguely aware of what the girl's talking about, but she catches the jist of it, wondering what she was talking about 'trigger scent' and how it got on her.

"My tunic!" She muffled another cry. "It was soaked in something, we need to get it off!"

Dogs tracked by scent, but they had no time to get enough dirt for mud. Better to try and take her off the sent then waste time to cover her in mud.