[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.

Comments

[shoplifter]

[Too bad indeed — but Gabby is the best person to have in your corner here, certainly. Laura's gaze whips towards the direction Keith is running, a growl of discontent in the back of her throat. She's getting blood all over her outfit, though now it's certainly mostly hers; it's clear to her she can't eliminate the target with this person in her way.

But she also is starting to become aware that it's a fruitless battle that will be too long-winded. She launches forward with aim to put both of her claws through Gabby's shoulders and knock her back.]

[honeybadgerer]

[ the launching forward technique. a favourite among all wolverines. gabby isn't too big on it, which is why she crouches first before moving her claws, quick as lighting, to pierce laura's sides. ]

It's no good, Laura. Give it up.

[tempredmental]

[Keith definitely wasn't stopping. If Laura was going to catch her target, she'd have to break free of Gabby...]

[shoplifter]

[Laura hisses angrily — but despite how much she wants to chase after Keith, she's found herself pinned by Gabby's claws. She lances her claws forward through Gabby's sides, too, trying to shove her off. Looks like Keith got out of there in the nick of time, and as long as he can get the stench of the trigger scent off him, he'll live another day.

Until then, Laura's gonna just quarrel with an annoying older-younger sister that she can't even recognize in her frenzy.]

[honeybadgerer]

Ow, that hurt!

[ just kidding. gabby just grins, letting the claws stay there and using her weight to pin laura down. psych!! ]

[tempredmental]

[Hopefully, Keith finds someone along the way who knows and will be nice enough to tell him... or maybe being at the hospital and getting cleaned up there so they can treat his wounds will get rid of the scent. Either way, he's gone.]