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riverviewlogs2018-09-13 03:26 pm
shoplifter) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-09-13 03:26 pm
[Closed; see note] Trigger Scent Hunting
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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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.
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
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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Hawke's been on the look out for Laura since she saw the video. An angry, homicidal girl likely wouldn't be too hard to find. Or the trail of destruction she leaves in her wake won't be, at any rate. As Hawke turns down a street corner, she sees the lot of them running her way.
"Dude, don't go this way! There's this girl, and she has claws and there was this guy-"
That's all she needed to hear. Hawke tells them to keep running and, against their advice, heads in that very direction.
It doesn't take long before she comes upon Kirk and Laura. Before she even has a chance to shout, Laura maneuvers at a speed almost breath-taking. Even Hawke barely realizes what's happening until she sees the claws coming out of the man's back. As someone who had been impaled herself once upon a time, she knows how much it sucks. And how deadly it is.
She sprints towards them, not even bothering to take out her staff. She pulls her arm back, hand balled into a fist and calls on a spell. As much as she hates to do this, she has no choice. Throwing her arm forward like one would with a punch, she sends a Stone Fist hurtling at Laura. She hopes it'll at least knock her down long enough for Hawke to plant herself in between Kirk and her.]
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But then a fist comes flying, hitting her just as she pulls her claws out and readies to kill him; she goes flying into a nearby wall, but despite just how hard the hit was, when the dust clears? She's already gone, having used the frantic energy of the attack to her advantage.
... Her injured back heals pretty instantly as she goes.]
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His every sense starts to blur after that. The moon and the stars are nothing but stains of light in the dark sky, and the sounds of sparring, of someone else stepping in and Laura leaving, are practically unregistered. All that echoes inside Jim's head is the sound of his own breathing, his slowing heart beat.
He closes his eyes, the pressure of the hand over his own wound getting weaker. ]
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With Laura gone, she turns her attention to Jim. He's fading fast, and she needs to act quickly. She bends down, shoving her hand under his and pours healing magic into his wound. She's no proper spirit healer, so completely healing the dual stabs in his gut will be impossible here. But she'll at least make sure he doesn't bleed out.]
Come on, come back to me. I need you somewhat lucid if I'm to get you to the hospital in one piece.
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Sorry. Don't... don't think I can... [ He's breathing shallowly, which really isn't helping with the wound. His head falls back on the floor again, and he groans, blinking his eyes hard and trying to force himself to stay awake. ] Call... hospital. The hospital. They can... pick me up.
[ He's pretty sure he can't even stand up without passing out right now. Walking all the way back to the hospital is completely out of the question. ]
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Oh, those - those big, boxy, car thingies with the flashing lights. Right. Isn't there- shit, what's that number?
[Hawke digs out her phone with her other hand, the less bloody one. Fuck, they told them in PG training what the number was, but for the life of her she can't quite recall. It takes some fiddling while she tries to find it. And it was something so simple, too, like 111 or-]
...right. The incredibly simple one that's supposed to be easy to remember. [She quickly dials it, and within five seconds an operator picks up.
"[Whatever Riverview's emergency number is], what's your emergency?"]
I need you to send for a man to be taken to the hospital immediately. He's badly injured and bleeding like a stuck pig.
["What's your location, ma'am?"
Hawke rattles off where they are, making note of nearby landmarks.
"Are you two someplace safe? Are you doing anything to stymie the bleeding?"]
In the middle of the road so not exactly and yes of course I fucking am. You think I'd let someone just-
["Just routine questions, ma'am. Can you describe the incident for me?"]
He got stabbed by a... an attacker. They ran off before I could stop them. [She doesn't want to get Laura in trouble, or have people go chasing off after her. Not the local law enforcement, anyway.
"We'll be dispatching law enforcement as well if he was attacked."
...or not.
"How bad is his wound?"]
How bad? He's bleeding out, how bad do you think it-
["Ma'am, I just need as many details as possible for the medics."]
He got stabbed. Once. Badly. It- [It's then that Hawke remember that Laura's claws went all the way through, so he's also got wounds on his back.] Shit, the - the weapons went through him so he's got punctures on his back, too.
[And given how he looks, Jim doesn't look like he's gonna be able to sit up. Which means Hawke has to shove her hand under his back and start healing it there, too.]
Look, if I accidentally grope you, it's not intentional. I'm sure you have a fine ass and all but-
["How much blood has he lost?"]
Lady, you'll have to forgive me as I didn't think to bring my damn measuring cups. I don't know, enough that he's looking pale and woozy and is probably going to pass out so would you PLEASE just send the- the- the
["Ambulance. And they're already on their way."
Sure enough, sirens can be heard in the distance. Hawke glowers at the phone.]
You could have said that earlier...
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He tries to keep his breathing steady, but unaware that it keeps wavering, shaking, coughing here and there in-between inhales. His fingers fist his clothes tight, if only to keep himself awake.
He feels some minor shifting as her hand slides down to his lower back. He manages a shaky smile somehow, there and gone just as fast. ]
Might have to answer to... m-my..
[ Something mumbled there, then he coughs again, wincing. Blotches of white stain his vision, and the sounds of the ambulance approaching don't even reach his ears.
He reaches for her arm, clutching as tight as he can, blurry eyes looking up in her general direction. ] ... thank you.
[ Even if he doesn't make it, she still stepped in and save him. If not for her, he would be dead for sure right now. It's the one thing he needs her to hear, just before his limbs go soft and he loses consciousness completely. ]
wrap it up here or did you want to keep going?
You can thank me later if you make it through this. Which you better or I'm going to be cross.
[She'd hold his hand to reassure him, but both her hands are kind of busy trying to save his butt.
Finally, the ambulance arrives, the flashing lights flickering over the two of them. The medics hop out, equipment in tow, and hurry over to Kirk. Hawke backs off, hands, arms and part of her clothes caked in blood as the medics work on Kirk and ready him for transport to the hospital.
Maker willing, he'll survive.]
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