savetheearth | 25th Howl [Action

Two werewolves versus a giant bug. Or two werewolves verses each other and a giant bug. Or a werewolf and a giant bug against another werewolf. Who knows how exactly this is gonna turn out....

The last time Hajime had watched over Lyall, he'd looked sick the next morning. It hadn't taken much effort for Hajime to lie and say he thought he was coming down with a fever; he'd looked bad enough for it. What he hadn't admitted to Lyall was that part of the reason he was looking so bad was that the instincts that went along with his bug form were starting to surface, and that part of him had wanted to pick a fight with a werewolf.

The instincts were quiet most of the time, but if Hajime thought there was someting interesting nearby to fight? That was trouble. That was all sorts of trouble. He could handle himself with just one werewolf in the area, but two? The monster within him thought he could handle two. Two might make for a nice fight.

Not that he wanted to fight them, they were his friends, but the pull of those instincts, that thirst for battle, was strong.

He was restlessly pacing the house, and that he was doing so in his bug form was a bad sign. A very bad sign, indeed.

Of course, of course they would have had to leave her in the garage at some point. It was cold in there, but she simply stiffened up and nodded and waited. Randolph had mentioned to bring a spare set of clothes, and it had taken her a moment to catch on. Shivering, she'd undressed and folded her clothes neatly once she was sure they had made their way back to the other side of the house, and waited.

It was like an itch, like the one you got in your ear, so deep you couldn't reach it. She'd been hot lately- the healing, she assumed, did that- and it seemed to get worse now, making her feel restless, even as she forced herself to remain still, curled up with her arms around her legs.

And she could feel it happening, the sudden surge through her frame. She cried out first, and then it was swallowed up by the sudden violent jerk of her insides twisting and cracking.

Oh God she was going to die.

It was the last rational thought she had. From there it was pain, sharp and unrelenting, her body breaking over and over in order to accomodate its new form, as though somehow the beast had found a way to fit into her short frame and could no longer stand it.

From there, she took her time picking herself up off of the floor- seven feet of bipedal werewolf, hulking and growling, barking as though that might speed up the healing process. And she swung her head around, sniffing the air, all of her senses snapping to attention. The bug thing wasn't of interest to her. It was the other.

A crash came from the garage side- the sort that one would hear when something heavy threw itself at a door.

The scent wasn't pack, and wasn't entirely prey either-- neither of them were. The only other explanation was a challenger, and the maddened werewolf wanted none of that, either. He continued to throw himself against the door and walls, panting and snarling. No howling-- that was to signal the pack, not to handle a trespasser.

Hajime could hear the snarling werewolves quite clearly. Part of him knew that he should just leave them alone, should just sit there on the couch and watch terrible TV all night, maybe try to play some music for the wolves, or to read a book. He should try anything, anything harmless and nonthreatening.

But the monster within him sensed the wolves, sensed whatever power it was that caused them to change. He wanted to fight. The crash from the garage caught his attention first. He heard that thump against the door and knew whatever was inside just might provide the fight he wanted.

He hesitated when he reached the door leading to the garage. The rational, human part of him knew that was a terrible idea, but the monster that he was couldn't resist. He undid the lock, and his hand closed on the knob. He turned it, wondering if the wolf on the other side would notice.

Another heavy thump, followed by another, another. The wolf on the other side was all impatience, not tied down, but still trapped, unthinkingly wanting what was on the other side.

There was a moment's silence. Footsteps. Ears tilted back, then forward, and she crouched down to wait, tail swishing back and forth, twitching in annoyance and mounting anticipation. Would she notice?

Oh, bugman. Bugman, bugman, bugman.

Her ears perked at the sound of the lock coming unlatched, the click from inside and the scraping of metal against metal as it pulled out. The slight creak of the hinges on the door, the door coming open.

All golden fur and teeth and claws, this wolf leapt at him, angry and eager, snarling as it snapped at him, looking for someplace to hold on and throttle.

There was sentience- there was some mind behind those jaws, but its instinct now was to first attack. The Wolf would dispose of this, It thought, and then the Other, and then It would go out and take something for Itself.

Cocky, perhaps, but It so rarely had such freedom of movement-

Stuck behind a door, a wall, and half the house, still, Lyall gave a furious howl and clawed viciously at the door, for lack of anything else to attack.

((skip Lyall until his door is opened XD he's not doing much besides the same))

Hajime could hear the other wolf howling even as he moved to give this one something to chew on with one of the spikes on his wrist. He took a couple of steps back, trying to draw the first into the house so he could let the other one out just to make this fight more interesting. The monster instincts within him were pleased; he'd found strong opponents to fight, and then he could defeat them and prove himself the strongest.

((Will do! And sorry I was so slow with this tag, gah))

Spikes? She barked at him, dropping to all fours and circling to try and get around him, not even thinking to keep back or to keep away, snapping at an ankle, trying to grab on to it, to shake, to pull him down. His throat was what she wanted, or what she could make out as a throat- those spikes needed to be carefully watched, though.

Hajime continued backing into the house, towards the place where he could sense the other werewolf. He wasn't stupid enough to turn his back to this one, although part of him very badly wanted to start the fight NOW. He took a few menacing swipes at the wolf, although nothing was likely to hit. Not until he was able to fight both of them.

The eyes- bright, bright green, so much more than in her human form- darted from him to behind him, back to him, back behind. Hajime was backing up, and part of her seemed to realize that it was as much his own desire to do so as hers.

The growling continued, deep, vibrant, so thick it was almost tangible. Another bark, and the jaw dropped in something like a grin. Go on. Open the other door.

By all accounts! Make it easier. She growled again as he swiped at her once, twice- she backed off a little more, snapping at the air, but otherwise had turned patient, anticipating the other door opening.

Hajime was wary that the wolf had backed off, but no matter. He'd finish this fight just as soon as he got it started...and speaking of getting it started, he was at Lyall's door now.

It didn't take him long to unlock it and then throw the door wide open so the fun could really begin.

The door opened inwards, so at first, it actually took some shoving to get it open-- Lyall as a wolf had none of his human intelligence, and he didn't recognize the sound of the door unlocking except as something else to hurl himself against. Hajime was up to the task, though, and as soon as Lyall extracted himself from behind said door, he came barreling out directly at Hajime with a snarl, mouth agape and ready to chomp down on anything that landed in his path.

She was quivering, hearing the wolf behind the door straining to get loose, an excited whine leaving her lips. The other could wait. It was the wolf she wanted.

At the first sign of fur she dove, half human, half wolf, launching herself into the fray and shoving Hajime towards Lyall, while trying to get to Lyall... she bit at the air, missing him, blocked by Hajime's body. This hadn't been part of the shoddily set up plan the wolf'd had moments ago!

Hajime was ready for Lyall to attack, seeing as how he'd opened the door, and he caught Lyall's jaws on the thicker, armored exoskeleton on his left forearm. He started to swing his arm so that he'd dislodge Lyall, but Reilann hit him before he could complete that swing. He snarled in irritation and took a swipe at her.

In between the assault of the two wolves, he felt something that might have registered with him more were he in his right mind, an odd sort of hollow pulsing feeling. With the feeling came the minuscule sense of extra weight in the card box on his belt.

The werewolf launching itself at him-- herself, his nose told him, though his wolf self told him that wasn't really relevant at the moment-- did the same for Lyall. The pulse disoriented him briefly, and he let go of Hajime, dropping to the ground and shaking himself, as if shaking off water.

That was a brief pause, though, before he growled again and dove at whichever of the two was closer.

It was only the swipe from Hajime that had her bouncing back that kept her from taking advantage of Lyall's echo-induced pause. It didn't last long- she dove right back in, ducking underneath Hajime to try and get to Lyall. This may not have been her place, but she was in it, and that was good enough to fight. She tried for Lyall's throat, claws dug into the carpet.

Hajime was understandably frustrated that the wolves seemed to favor fighting each other rather than fighting him after he'd gone through all the trouble of letting them out. He tried to get in between the wolves, realizing that there was perhaps something he could do to make this fight more interesting...

Without even thinking about it, he reached into his card box and ran a card through his belt. Normally, the only card he carried was the one he used to return to his human state, but luckily for him, he'd just gotten something interesting back. His form rippled as his belt spoke the word "Fusion," and he found himself looking like his bugmonster self crossed with a wolf.

Appropriate.

The form change jarred something back in place in Hajime's mind, and he was starting to come back to his senses. At least, he was starting to realize that something was going very wrong here.

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Lyall had no preference as to which of the intruders he attacked, to be honest, so when there was someone else interposed between him and the other werewolf, he fixed his jaws on that, instead, aiming to tear something off Hajime's body, be it a spike, an antennae, or... whatever that replacement for fur was, that suddenly sprang up. The wolf was mindless-- all it cared about was hunting, killing, and feeding.

She backed up a little as Lyall pushed forward, snarling, giving herself room to circle. While Hajime seemed to slow because of his realization and Lyall sought to tear him apart, Reilanin attacked from the side, seeking to knock one or both of them to the ground, ramming her shoulder into Lyall with all the force she could muster, and not much caring about the furniture in the way.

Wait.

Wait.

He had to keep these other wolves here, even as he was suddenly adjusting to a body that felt very much not right. He could fight in it, but some part of him was irritated that it felt very much inferior to what else he might use. He lashed out at Lyall's attack, which was more than enough to throw him off-balance at Reilanin's sudden lunge. He fell back into an end table, snarling furiously as he smashed it pretty well.

Distracted from the wolf-bug-man, Lyall spun swiftly to start tearing into Reilanin's fur with his own teeth and claws, while she was within range of both. Fur was going to fly, if they weren't quickly separated or neutralized.

Guilt and pain and ruined furniture in here.

When Hajime's head had started to clear, he'd found himself in some wolflike form of his own dealing with two angry wolves, and after all that, he was exhausted. Exhausted as well as horrified at his own behavior. What had driven him to let the wolves out? How could that have possibly been a good idea? He badly wanted to leave, to get out of there so he wouldn't have to look Lyall and Reilanin in the eye, but that wouldn't have been responsible. None of this had been responsible behavior. It was, in a sense, a way for him to make it right. Give them a chance to yell at him and tell him he was an idiot they didn't need in their lives before he went back to his apartment, never to emerge again. Better to keep himself sequestered so he didn't cause any more damage.

He sat there on the remains of what had once been a chair, staring down at his two cards. Two of Hearts and Jack of Hearts. The Jack was new, the Jack had a picture of a wolf, and he knew that he must have used it when he was going nuts.

Lyall came to slowly, himself, a little surprised to find he had apparently blacked out. And he hurt a bit worse than usual. The bones were already knitting together again, but there were far more places that felt bruised than last time, and there was the scent of blood. Not a lot of blood... but he could definitely smell it.

He cracked open one eye and immediately set about trying to sit up, trying to smother a little whimper at the pain it caused without much success. He wasn't in his room. He wasn't in his room. "What happened?" he asked hoarsely, from the floor behind the remains of his couch, where apparently he'd fallen at some point.

Hajime froze at the sound of Lyall's voice. For a moment, he was back in high school, denying that he knew anything about that football player's bloody nose or his own black eye. It was an accident, all an accident, he had no idea how this happened, he'd try to lie so the school wouldn't call his parents...

"I..." No, he had to own up to this. He wasn't a kid anymore. It was his fault. All his fault. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry-- sorry for--" He levered himself up against the back of the shredded couch, leaning on it for balance, and stared down at it in consternation. Pieces of the night were coming back. "I got out. Dammit it all, I got out."

Not even the wolf realized Hajime had let him out, so neither did he. He looked around for Reilanin. "Did Reilanin...?"

"It was...I..." He had to get it out somehow, even if it was hard to say. "She got out, too. Joker. It--I lost control..." Again. It wasn't the first time. Probably wouldn't be the last. He needed to admit that now. It was dangerous not to.

"Lost control? What in the world are you talking about, Hajime." He limped slowly around to the other side of the couch, trying to find a portion of it still suitable to sit on. The floor simply wasn't going to cut it, until he healed up more. "From the looks of it, you were the only thing standing between us and the rest of the city."

He eyed his bruised and broken arm, one of a matched set, and added, "And apparently you managed it. If at the expense of my home...." Sorry, man, you'll have to be clearer than that.

Hajime visibly winced at that. He'd snapped out of it and kept the wolves contained, true, but it was still his fault it had all happened in the first place. "No, no, you don't understand..." Now or never. It would be painfully easy just to let Lyall keep on thinking like he was thinking, although it wouldn't be right. "Joker's instincts wanted to fight. I couldn't control myself. I let you both out." There. It was out there. No taking it back.

Finally eased down onto the one portion of the couch that hadn't been reduced to stuffing and shreds of fabric, Lyall looked sharply in Hajime's direction at the confession-- and winced, because ow, broken bones still. And aches everywhere.... "You... oh. Let us... oh dear."

Horrible what-if scenarios immediately started playing out in his mind. What if they'd overwhelmed Hajime? What if they'd hurt him? What if they'd slipped by him and gotten out? Obviously they'd heard each other plenty enough....

"Yeah...the...the instincts..." Hajime closed his eyes. "I got another card back and my head cleared some, but...things got weird. And the fight was still kind of...messy." He opened his eyes again, took note of a green smudge on the wall, and closed them again. "I'm sorry."

Voices filtered through.

She blinked, opening her eyes, sight bleary. With it came a sudden wash of pain, an ache through her whole body. She'd never broken a bone before- she was quickly acquainted with the sensation, something in her hand, or her wrist- her shoulder felt like it had been ripped from the socket.

A whimper escaped her before she could choke it back. She blinked again and looked around, not recognizing immediately where she was. She pulled herself up slowly, feeling unable to straighten.

...naked. That was something that processed immediately. Looking up, the night slowly filtering back to her, she kept her arms in front of her and firmly on her knees, no matter how much it hurt.

"...anyone got a towel?" she tried, her voice on the pathetic side.

Lyall continued to stare at Hajime for a long minute, completely flabbergasted and unable to come up with something to say. The moment was finally broken at the sound of the whimper on the other side of the room, and Lyall tore his gaze away to find Reilanin. He winced, and immediately levered himself up again, biting his lip against a whimper of his own at a grinding bone in his leg.

"Let me-- get you something, Reilanin. I'm terribly sorry about all this." Which reminded him. " ... Hajime, ah, perhaps you could get me my robe. It's still back in the bedroom."

Hajime reflexively looked back towards Reilanin whenever she spoke, though he quickly turned away. He was also turning a little green; it was what happened when you were trying to blush but your blood was green. "I'll find something. And I'm...I'm sorry too, it was my fault..." It was the least he could do. Really, throwing a naked woman into the middle of things was about the only way he could be feeling more awkward about this whole mess.

"Yeah. Robe. Right, right..." The robe was easy enough to find, and he made a quick detour into the bathroom before returning.

"I grabbed a towel from the bathroom on my way back." He was holding it out for Reilanin and trying almost comically hard not to turn and look at her as he held it there.

She cradled her arm to her chest, nto even bothering to look up from the mass of hair that covered her face, the tight ponytail she'd had it in loosened at some point during the night.

She shifted and hissed as she came up against a sharp edge. A... a chair? A legless chair. She stared at it through the strands of her hair, past her elbow, past her hip where it'd dug in, just barely hearing Lyall. "What... what happened?" she asked, not needing to speak loudly.

The towel dangled partly in front of her eyes and she looked up, awkwardly trying to figure out how to grab it. She finally just did it, feeling sick, not sure if she should be white and red as she pulled it to her chest. Her hand was still pulling itself back together, almost audibly. She did her best to regulate her breathing, but the hitch said it was a little overwhelming.

"I can't remember... oh God," she muttered, pressing her lips together to keep the wave of nausea at bay.

"We got out," Lyall explained succinctly, shooting Hajime a warning look. He didn't want her to know he'd let them out-- Lyall had months and months of trust between him and Hajime, and Reilanin didn't. He accepted the robe with gratitude that he didn't have to go any further to collect anything and, balancing on the one leg that would hold his weight, gingerly started slipping limbs through the robe's sleeves. "Hajime kept us from getting further than my living room. Are you healing, Reilanin?"

Hajime didn't seem to know how to react to that look Lyall gave him, and all Lyall really got in return was a confused blink. He wanted so badly to apologize for what he'd done, but he also wasn't about to do anything else to make this worse. "Sorry if any of those injuries are from me," Hajime told her as he dared to glance back in her direction, his face still flushed a little green from his awkwardness over the nudity. "Things got kind of...rough."

Oh, why had she gotten up? Curling up again on the floor sounded so much better.

But pride kept her upright and she found herself moving despite herself to wrap the towel around her, fingers twitching even as it snapped back together. Her breathing was heavy, face flushed as her system went into overdrive to repair itself, and it was only the sort of numbness that came with shock that kept her from even crying out.

"Yes," she said with the same sort of bland numbness, "yes, it's healing. I can- hear it healing."

She had to swallow in between.

she looked up to Hajime then, her eyesight blurry, but the look on his face, combined with the colour of it, made her look unsettled.

"Don't get sick on us now," she warned, though it lost its usual bite, sounding feeble compared to the coolness she usually spoke with.

"I see we both have the rather bone-breaking transformations," Lyall put in, trying to make it sound light. Because he could hear it, too, but he still had to ask. For all he knew, it was just... bones still broken. He hadn't had many chances yet to listen to his own. He slumped back down onto the couch, now properly robed, and rubbed at his face with a hand that felt mostly put back together, now. He would have offered to help Rei with her own enrobing, but he didn't really think he'd be of much use. "I'm going to have to replace all of this... again...."

"I'm not going to be sick, don't worry." That Hajime had no broken bones to show for the ordeal gave him another twinge of guilt; he had no idea why his transformations went so smoothly, but right now, it only served to make things worse. "Do either of you need anything else?" Maybe he could make himself useful that way...somehow.

"I'll ask around, maybe one of my cousins has some furniture they're not using..." He'd help replace that furniture. It was his fault. He needed to take responsibility somehow.

25th Howl [Action | CLOSED]

For the fight....

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oh gosh I lost the log ahahaha I am so sorry

it's cool, backdating forever will be a thing

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For the aftermath....

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