town meeting, alien breaking hoa rules

[amberhearted]

Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

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[professorwolf]

The taste of blood earns a renewed snarl, and another lunge, except as Lyall hungrily swallows what he'd just gotten in his mouth, his bones start re-breaking all over again, what little healing he'd managed to begin immediately undone as the transformation back to human form begins.

More slowly than usual, too. The wolf loses all momentum, falling on his side and writhing painfully, whining and howling as hair very, very slowly retreats from his body and his bones and muscles reform under the skin into a man's shape instead of a wolf's. Nick can get a very close and personal view of just what a werewolf transformation looks like, in slow motion.

[detectivetroll]

That... is really not a pretty sight. Frankly, it's something that Nick could have done without seeing, ever, not in the least because now every time he listens to Lyall transforming on the full moon, this is what he's going to be picturing. Not only is that something he really doesn't want to picture at all, but it's something he really doesn't want to picture happening to a friend.

So yeah, he's going to wince here.

But none of that stops him from doing what he hopes isn't round two of being an idiot, and moving back in. He doesn't let go of the rolling pin, just in case, but he does slowly crouch down, just out of reach.

"Shit, Lyall, I'm so sorry." If Lyall doesn't try to attack him again, Nick'll move closer, to try putting a hand on his shoulder - if Lyall does, then Nick'll stay out of reach, but at least he'll be close enough to move in quickly when the transformation's done.

[professorwolf]

The wolf makes a half-hearted snap in Nick's direction, but he's really too taken up with changing back into human form to worry too much about prey. It's half reflex and half wary fear at someone with a weapon close to him while he's vulnerable.

Shortly after, though, he no longer has a muzzle, and he's just a man with lots of broken bones and no clothing lying on Elian's kitchen floor, panting and looking very dazed. The whole process winds up taking about a minute and a half.

[detectivetroll]

The snap makes him hesitate another few moments, but before long, he moves in to touch him. When the muzzle goes, so does the rolling pin; Nick pushes it out of the way, sure he won't need it anymore.

He hovers for a moment, unsure what to do. But he's worried about having hit Lyall in the head, and that dazed look isn't helping at all. After a moment's debate, he cups Lyall's head, running his fingertips gently along his scalp to feel for any bumps or softer spots or hell, any bleeding. He's not exactly sure what he'll find, since he doesn't know if the transformation is completely over, but at least if he starts looking, he isn't just sitting there.

[professorwolf]

There is a bit of a lump starting to raise, but it's not really as much of a problem as the little fractures in his skull still knitting themselves together again. " ... ow," is his eloquent first response to... pretty much all of that. " ... shit," is his second response, as he realizes, dazedly, what he just went through, an hears the crashing and screaming in the rest of the huose. "How did... what... what's going on." It's less a question than a statement, at least in tone.

[detectivetroll]

It's still something Nick's worried about, even if Lyall is talking now. He stops pressing at that 'ow,' but doesn't pull his hands away, just kind of... keeps cradling Lyall's head in his lap. "Some of Proud's snakes crashed the meeting, and you, uh, wolfed out. Are you okay? Do you remember who am I?"

[professorwolf]

"Of course. I remember-- oh god. I bit you." He can still taste the blood in his mouth. He struggles to sit up, horrified, but gives a little whimper and gives up after a beat. Still too many broken bones, and his head is admittedly swimming a little. At least it's enough that he doesn't even notice the potential awkward for having his head in his friend's lap. "Are you all right? Was it bad? I only-- it's fuzzy--"

[detectivetroll]

Nick doesn't try to prevent him from sitting up, because he doesn't want to make things worse, but he still winces at that whimper. "Just sit still, all right, that looked painful. And I'm... not sure how hard I hit you."

Then he shakes his head, brushing off that question. "I'm fine, man, I've had worse." Not that he's checked to see how bad it is, but he's still sure that's true. "I'm more worried about you. Do I need to get one of the medics?"

[professorwolf]

"No, I... I think I'm all right. They'll have a lot worse to worry about-- and I heal on my own." Well, bones in particular, but that's really all that's the problem here. The head will fix itself up in time, too. "Did I...." He finally looks around a little, realizes they're barricaded in the kitchen, and looks relieved. "I didn't get out."

[detectivetroll]

"That, uh. That might be a little different for a while." He sounds guilty, but, well, there's nothing he can do about it now. If he was being honest, he'd admit to being a little relieved, that he didn't have to really fight him.

That comment makes him smile a little. "No, you got yourself in here in time. That was quick thinking. I made sure you stayed in."

[professorwolf]

"Different? How do you-- different?" He's still not all together, or he might put the change back together again with the bite, or at least with that comment. As it is, he gives sitting up another go, and this time manages it, bracing himself first on an elbow-- and wincing-- and then on one hand-- and gritting his teeth at the pain of it. Nick is right about one thing: he's not healing at the speed he's used to, these past few months.

[detectivetroll]

If Lyall's going to insist on sitting up, then Nick isn't going to stop it - but he is going to try to help. He puts one hand on Lyall's elbow, the other on his back, trying to support him up. Then he's quiet for a moment, before admitting, "It's my blood. It turns people human, temporarily."

[professorwolf]

The support is actually welcome, for all it's unsolicited, and Lyall is trying to hear what's going on outside-- and all he's getting is a blur of noise. " ... oh. Which is why... I changed back?" And why he can't make out any details in the din, and why he can only dimly smell the snakes and the people.

He gives a weak smile, feeling a little bit like he's somehow gone deaf, and offers, "Lucky for us, I suppose. I'm not attacking you anymore, at least...."

[detectivetroll]

"Yeah. That's how it's worked before, anyway. I wasn't sure if it'd work on werewolves, but, uh. I guess I got my answer." He stays right where he is, continuing to support Lyall in sitting up. As far as he's concerned, they can just keep sitting there until it's safe to try to move him - there'd been plenty of people there more than capable of taking on the snakes, and he doesn't doubt that they can handle it without them.

But he smiles slightly back. "There's one thing in our favor, I guess. I didn't want to fight you."

[professorwolf]

"I'm just sorry you had to... this has never happened before." He's fretting about it now; he can't help it. It's easier to fret about himself and changing out of turn than to worry about whether people out there might need help. "I mean, the other fellow could do it at any time, as far as I can tell, but...."

He looks down, at last, and realizes belated: "Oh my god, I ruined my clothes...."

[detectivetroll]

"It's not your fault, man, it's not like we ever have any idea when these things are coming." Fortunately, he remembers that Lyall's still hurting in enough time not to try for an arm squeeze, but it's close. "Maybe that's where you're headed, too, just... in stages."

Nick can't help himself; he makes an amused sound somewhere between a snort and a chuckle, then looks sheepish. "Sorry," he apologizes. "That shouldn't be funny. You can have my coat, until we can get you home."

[professorwolf]

"I don't suppose you have it in here, do you?" Lyall can't help but be a little self-conscious-- another small thing to fret about besides the big thing he can't do anything about. And besides, there may have been heat in the house at one point, but it's decimated enough now that cold air is coming in everywhere. Plus, he's on a kitchen floor. It's starting to get kind of chilly.

[detectivetroll]

"No, it's..." And then he trails off, as he realizes that it'd been hanging up by the front entrance - the one that's now in pieces, thanks to having a giant snake statue bursting through it. It's entirely possible that he doesn't have a coat any more.

"It's probably buried under a bunch of smashed house and furniture. But if you give me a second, I've got pants and a hoodie. I don't care about hanging around in my shirt and boxers for a while." This is one occasion where his tendency to wear several layers might come in handy.