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Belief / Full Moon

Who: Alexander and Reilanin
Where: Alexander and Ravindra's apartment
When: 1/16, evening
What: Reilanin goes to visit, unaware Alexander is freaking out about the echo he received from Henry's power.
Warnings? tba?

She could feel it, imperceptible, beginning to itch beneath her skin. Tonight was safe- tomorrow would be the full moon. Lyall would not be there. Nick would not be there. No one had heard from Angela, as far as she knew- it would just be her and Hajime.

She tried not to think of it. There were a lot of things she was trying not to think about, and a small part of her wondered if that was a smart thing to do.

Not that she felt any of her decisions were smart, so long as they involved her leaving the house. Someone had mentioned working from home. It had been in talks at work, given how often she had been "ill" as of late. Simply a matter of time before they had an idea of how to shift her duties. Most of it could be done from a distance, she reasoned. Just a matter of time.

But today was not work. Today was to visit Alexander. She wondered if he tired of seeing her. Having such a small pool of people she felt comfortable speaking to herself, she certainly wasn't, but Alexander was an altogether different sort from her, much more sociable and outgoing, and she had already seen how things had changed with him since he had confined himself. It made her feel guilty that she did likewise in light of this, but being among other people was difficult.

Everyone just looked so good, and she was starving.

There was never very much traffic in the apartment. That was good. She knew who owned cats and who had a dog, who had also confined themselves to their apartment, who was rarely there. One apartment burned incense and she hurried past it quickly. She knocked on the door, going through her purse for a kleenex, pressing it over her nose with both hands, trying to keep her eyes from watering, to no avail. Another good reason not to go out. Smokers were an even greater nuisance now than they ever had been before.

Who: Hajime and Reilanin
Where: Lyall's house :3c
When: 1/17, evening
What: It's the full moon! :D
Warnings? tba!

She was very careful to keep an eye on the time. While it was still daylight, gone from work early, afternoon off, teetering between starvation and nausea, she made her way to Randolph's place. Would it be enough with just Hajime? It felt like too much, actually, but that was just because her pride and dignity had taken a good stab.

No big deal.

Garage? The room? She didn't like the idea of breaking anything in Randolph's room and it felt too much like trespassing. The whole thing felt like some huge invasion of privacy, but there wasn't much choice to be had in the matter. She had to be somewhere, and someone had to be somewhere with her, end of story. Hajime was to be her- what was that funny word Randolph had used, claviger? It still meant nothing to her. Not a bit of trivia from her own past, then.

She locked the door of the garage behind her, stripped, bundled herself up in a blanket, waited. Third time around, still no better. The itch was maddening, like she could just scratch away her skin. What if it never got better? Oh, she didn't know if she could handle that. The idea of it scared her more than anything else, the ongoing dread as each month approached, the anticipation-

At least she didn't have time to wonder what Hajime thought about the transformation. It seemed a little swifter than the first time, though no less painful. It wasn't long at all before the familiar angry snarls and slams against the door signalled the end of her transformation and recovery.

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Snap, snap! Her jaws tried to find something to close over, struggling and trying to twist away from him. For a moment she seemed to stop- a sudden stiffening, nose quivering, ears at attention, before she yelped, jerking forward with another burst of energy. She wouldn't remember the echo until later, until she had the frame of mind that made the reflection possible. There was a brief sensation from the memory of her arm breaking under the pressure- the yelp- but in fact he hadn't hurt her at all.

She hadn't had all of her strength returned to her just yet, but there was determination to spare and oh, she was a slippery one. She continued to squirm, more violently now, the feeling of claustrophobia making her even more desperate to escape his grasp.

The way she stopped moving and yelped made Hajime freeze. Had he been too rough? Had he hurt her? He reflexively loosened his grip and let up on the hold. Sure, an injury would have made her easier to deal with, but Hajime didn't roll that way. She couldn't help what she was doing.

The squirming, combined with the reflex to back off in case he'd hurt her, unfortunately caused Hajime to lose his grip on the werewolf.

She scrabbled at the ground and shot out of his grasp, practically running her shoulder into the ground in order to do so. She whined, the sensation of the echo fading quickly in the face of being free again, launching herself by accident into one of the fences first before getting her barings.

That done, she lunged further into the alley, up onto a pair of garbage cans, knocking them both over loudly as she leapt off and over the fence.

Landing, she continued through the backyard, the frontyard, and onto the street. An oncoming car honked at her, tired screeching as she froze in front of them. She barked- a vicious, loud and echoing roar- and caused the man in the car to squeal and curl up as best he could in the driver's seat. She continued across the street, making for the walking paths, hoping to get lost and away from the noisy spiky bug man behind her.

Unfortunately for Reilanin, the bugman wouldn't be too easy to lose. His senses were quite sharp as of late, and they were primed to seek out other sources of unusual power. He'd spent enough time around werewolves that picking them out was about as easy as he thought picking another horrible bugman out might be, and he continued relentlessly chasing after her.

At least he was polite enough to yell a "Sorry!" at the terrified man in the car as he chased after her.

She continued to move forward, her strides longer now that they were outside. She had no direction, no purpose except to run, and to run as long and as far as possible.

Finding Hajime sitll behind her, she snarled and barked, even as she kept running, ducking behind a tree and strafing again. If he wanted to chase, she'd make it worth his time.

She was out. She was free. She was ecstatic.

"Get back here!" Not that the bugman thought that yelling after her would do him any good, but it made him feel better. He was keeping up with her well enough, all things considered, but he needed to do more than keep up. He needed to catch her.

Idly, he wondered if the wolf form he'd picked up from that Jack of Hearts card would do any good. Would she be more interested in picking a fight with another wolf than with a big bug? Did he want to risk that? The wolf-thing he turned into was covered in pointy bits, too, and he wasn't as confident in that form as he was the bug form.

She paused a moment as he yelled at her, and then ran off again, testing him until she came to a realization. If she was careful, she could keep ahead. And he would keep coming after her!

She barked, almost mockingly, and soon enough it would become apparent that she was toying with him. A little bit of a wait here, a sudden burst of speed, ducking behind a tree, through some bushes, climbing up on top of the statue of the city's founder and leaping off at the last moment- all the while growling and barking at him in a way that quickly enough translated into catch me if you can.

A noise distracted her at some point, though- losing track of time, she heard the steady thump of someone running. Not a hurried pace but well-measured, deliberate. A jogger.

She took off in that direction.

Great. Wonderful. He was going to end up playing tag with a werewolf all night, wasn't he? This night was just getting better and better. He picked up on the "catch me if you can" nature of this chase, but he just wasn't fast enough to catch up all the way.

Yet he picked up on the sudden change of direction. That wasn't what he was expecting. And he sensed...human. Nearby, there was a human. He'd have to try to get the jogger out of there first. Get to the jogger first. "Who the hell jogs at this hour, anyway?" he muttered under his breath as he tried to get to the poor unfortunate jogger first.

Stupid people who don't like being seen jogging by other people, probably. Pride taking place of personal safety.

Not that there were usually monsters lurking about, but there could be any number of other things! She slowed slightly, head and ears swivelling about to find the best place to go, and snuck into some foliage, evergreen bushes that were still nice and lush even in the terrible winter weather.

The man seemed to have heard something, and was slowing down, jogging in place and glancing about, unsure yet if he should be nervous.

A growl made the decision for him. It was the sight of Hajime, however, that caused the man to shriek and turn to run away.

With a werewolf's equivalent of "goddamnit" she barked after the man and shot out of the bushes, chasing after him on all fours. Maybe if she killed him before she got caught, the bugman would just give up and let her have him...?

No, no, the bugman did not want anyone to get killed and caught and eaten, bad werewolf. Bad, bad werewolf. He started yelling out his restaurant's menu in his horrible monster language again, hoping that the addition of the terrible bug-thing screaming curses would give the jogger an additional boost of speed.

He wondered if he could catch Reilanin in another flying tackle. He was glad this bug monster form had a lot of endurance; he was pretty sure a normal human would have collapsed after this much of a chase.

The man stumbled and nearly fell as he ran, disappearing into the trees and darkness.

Rei, however, was panting hard. A lot of energy, but not as much endurance, it seemed. Red tongue lolling out of her mouth, sharp teeth bared and the scruff of dark golden fur around her neck ruffled and raised, she let the man go and turned on a dime, facing Hajime instead. She charged and attempted to dash past him, though she seemed much less certain about her ability to do so now.

Hajime didn't seem as though he was going to let her get by him, and he tried instead to grab her as she tried to run by. He didn't know what he was going to do once he had her, but he sure would have liked to have things at least slightly under control again.

If she made it past the bugman's lunging grab, it would take him a couple of moments to get his big bulky bug self turned around in the right direction. He hoped it wouldn't come to that.

The sharp bark, angry snarling and her body trying to whip around and gnaw on his forearm would be a pretty good indication that he had in fact managed to grab hold of her. The spikes, wherever they were, dug uncomfortably, almost painfully into her, and only did more damage as she wriggled, legs kicking.

She pressed her front paws down on his arm to try and get it off of her. This was not what she'd planned!!

"Easy there, take it easy..." Hajime, for lack of any other idea as to what he should do here, assumed a "talking to animals" kind of voice as he tried to talk Reilanin down. He also tried to reposition himself so that his spikes caused the least amount of damage. "We're going to go home now, okay?" He thought he could carry her at least part of the way, but not if she kept wiggling. He gave her one of his wrist spikes to gnaw on as he tried to get a better grip on her; at least getting bitten there didn't bother him.

Really, anyone coming across them now might wonder just what sort of dog a horrible bug-thing might keep as a pet.

Like a dog with a bone she gnawed and nipped at the proffered spike, whining and growling and trying to break free while he hauled her off. Like a petulant child, she would sometimes get her feet on the ground and dig them in to slow them down, using her forepaws to push up at his head and push herself away from him. Luckily for him, her enhanced strength wasn't at full, and ultimately not a match for his.

And sometimes she would fall quiet before launching into another full-out attack, trying to twist herself around to get at his face. And when that didn't work, she would howl.

How good is bugman hearing? Because she did it right in his ear.

Also, claws on the doorframe trying to go in.

Hajime did not enjoy the walk home. He wasn't sure, but he was pretty sure they'd been seen once or twice by passers-by who wisely decided to flee while they could before the horrible bug let his doggy loose.

When she howled in his ear, he almost loosened his grip out of reflex. The howl was met with a burst of Undead cursing; bugman hearing was good enough that the howl was quite unpleasant, thanks for that, Reilanin.

He was about to lose his temper at the claws on the doorframe. "Come ON! Just get inside! It's not like I'm stuffing you into a little plastic box to take you to the vet, it's just a HOUSE!" He dearly hoped none of Lyall's neighbors were out and about. Difficult to explain didn't begin to cover this.

No no no no no no no no no, not back inside! She couldn't understand the idea of a little plastic box. The house itself was too small, and lacking in things that were not the bugman.

Losing her foot on one side gave him a chance to toss her back in, however. She tried to grab at anything, leaving clawmarks on the wall as she dragged past and knocking over a lamp with her great, bushy tail, which she had whipping about in a bid for freedom along with the rest of her.

Once she's inside, Hajime slams the door hard enough to shake the house. "Could you just calm down for five minutes?!" No, of course not. Werewolf, monster instincts, and he had to wonder if he'd been this bad those times he'd been bug crazy. He could still feel those instincts threatening to well up from time to time, but they felt controlled and far away now that he'd gotten that Ace of Hearts card.

Man, and they were going to wreck Lyall's house again. He's now trying to herd her towards Lyall's reinforced bedroom, invasions of privacy be damned.

Wherever she could get a hold of a wall, her clawmarks dug into the surface. Any table, any piece of furniture she could latch on to, she did, and subsequently knocked over.

Whining and snapping she's shoved into the room, where she immediately begins to slam herself against the door before she sits back and begins to howl again.

No fun. No fun at all.

Hajime is now sitting down and allowing himself a chance to breathe as he sits there with his back against the door. When she quieted down, he'd have to try to fix this. "I hope you're up for a run to Ikea in the morning!" Though this was more than an Ikea could fix. "Or a hardware store!" They could fix this before Lyall got back. Maybe. Hopefully. Possibly. If Lyall was a week late.

And thus the night was spent, whereupon she most certainly was not up for an Ikea or hardware store run until at the very least noon.

But at least Hajime would get a free meal out of it when they did.

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