31st Howl [Audio | Backdated to morning, February 13]

[professorwolf]

[There's a somewhat frustrated, exhausted, and pained-sounding biology teacher on the network Thursday morning, before school starts.]

I am officially calling in sick until Monday. At least Monday. I went wolf last night. It wasn't the full moon, that's tomorrow night. I don't know what happened. If I ran into you... I am so sorry. I don't know what changed, but something did.

So. I'll be needing my clavigers tonight. It might happen again. If you aren't too busy. Friday is taken care of, but tonight... I don't think I can manage it.

Also, if someone could perhaps send one of the doctors over here... I believe I got shot at some point? Not that I blame whoever did it. But it is a little inconvenient, and my bandaging isn't as good as it could be.

[Apparently he's got a bit of understatement going on there. Inconvenient, indeed. At that point, he signs off, at least until people start contacting him back.]

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[detectivetroll]

You got shot? Where, how bad is it?

[Audio, his hands still hurt from changing back]

[professorwolf]

In the shoulder, and... well, it hurts? I don't know how bad off it is. I don't think I'm dying, anyway.

[Video]

[scramasax]

[Anthony should be worse than fretting but he's somewhere between that and... muddled, Mr. Lyall "believes" he got shot, either it isn't that bad or he was wounded and he's not entirely sure it is a gunshot - ]

-- Are you - going to - [Smothers a cough, voice comes out a bit less sticking.] -- Is it going to be fine - probably... - Mr. Lyall - ...?

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Forgive him for not being terribly coherent this morning, Anthony. He hasn't slept in 24 hours, now, and he hurts quite a bit.]

I think so. I would prefer to get a doctor's opinion, but I'm sure I'll be all right.

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[shiromadoushi]

[[Fuck, he got shot?!]]

Up for visitors...?

[Audio because hands are ow]

[professorwolf]

Bakura, I haven't slept in over twenty-four hours and I am still rather a bit broken from the change. Besides, you have school, and don't have the excuse of... of being a murderous predator all night.

[He pauses, winces, and adds:]

I... think I may have chased you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

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[flamberge]

I can come by tonight.

[Because wow yeah that is. Not a good development.]

Do you have any idea what could have changed?

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

Well, I did change when those snakes appeared, well outside the full moon... but there was no threat this time. And I haven't done it since. But it's the only thing I can think of.

[Oh, and he'd said something else, too.]

And thank you.

[lordofimladris]

I am available to come where you are if you need assistance and medical care.

[professorwolf]

I would appreciate that, if you aren't too busy. Though I'm afraid I haven't any idea who you are. Randolph Lyall, biology teacher.

[And he's carefully typing out his address for him, too, even though his fingers are still a bit broken.]

[Voice]

[chalicejoker]

I can get you a ride to a doctor, or I can bring a doctor to you if you need me to.

[There's a pause.]

I can also bring you something to eat; I know you don't feel like cooking after the change.

[Sometimes, he feels like this is the one thing he can do...]

[Voice]

[professorwolf]

I have a few offering to come by here, already, but thank you. And right now I'm not sure I could stomach anything....

[Between the pain and exhaustion, and the feeling ill over what happened and what could have happened, he just can't stand the idea of food right now.]

But if you'd like to bring dinner by tonight, I certainly won't say no.

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[testsonseashells]

Provide address. Can make house call.

[Text]

[professorwolf]

[It takes him a long minute to type it out-- his fingers are still a little bit broken from the change-- but the address comes through a moment later, along with a "thank you".]

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[stopinthenameofawe]

[............whoops.]

That might have been me. Sorry.

I know you don't know me, but do you need any more help? [she does feel kind of bad about shooting you, after all. even though you totally deserved it]

[Audio, because his fingers still hurt]

[professorwolf]

[He did deserve it. Otherwise he probably would've hurt more people.]

At least you slowed me down. I'll be all right. I have a couple doctors already volunteering to help, and a good excuse to not come in to work until Monday.

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[pokebonnet]

Thath wath you?

[Oh look, Mrs Curry's now sporting a pair of fangs. It definitely explains the lithping.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

... yes, I'm afraid so.

[He's a bit transfixed by those fangs. What in the hell.... He does shake himself out of it, though.]

Did I attack you? I am so very sorry. I simply don't have any kind of a mind when I do that wolf thing....

Voice, now that I got my echoes in order

[umbrael]

[Forgive him for not paying attention the rest of Lyall's post, but:]

That was YOU?!

[To differentiate a little more from the comment thread above, he adds (because it's obvious, how many wild wolves are running around this city anyway?)]

I got an echo from that you s--

[-'son of a bitch' might actually be tasteless, and rather than start into offending some other numbers club person through unfortunate word choice again, he just descends into incoherent hissing and sputtering noises.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[There's a nearly audible wince, there.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it-- I don't have any of my usual... self, when I do that. Go wolf, I mean. Are you all right?

[And who is this, exactly...? Not someone he knows, either.]

[phonecall, dated to the 17th]

[goldenclothes]

[ a combination of guilt, fear, and weariness had finally caused her to call in her favour to nick, asking for some of his blood so she could have a few days without broken bones or uncontrollable bloodlust. she'd taken half of what she'd been given, then left the city. just in case. it was the idea of those ever-shifting barriers failing her that had her take this particular precaution.

and she'd gone home for the weekend. left thursday morning, came back monday, still feeling... all right. normal. her ears and her nose felt plugged and she wondered if she'd caught a cold while she was out of town, and realized she wouldn't have the cold anymore if that were the case. satisfied the blood had lasted that long, feeling rested and a little more optimistic for having had her 'vacation', she took a (very) brief look through the community and had to scroll back for lyall's post.

she'd told him he'd been away, but the idea that had been one less problem didn't even cross her mind as she grabbed her phone and spent a minute too long searching for his number.

once he picked up she started in as soon as he said hello. ]

You shifted before the full moon??

[professorwolf]

And hello to you, too, Reilanin.

[That's a little bit wry.]

I did. The two nights before it, and then I left down for the weekend. Haven't changed since I returned, thankfully.

[Audio, later in the day]

[greenisthenewblack]

Aw, shit, Randy. I didn't even see this until I noticed you weren't around today.

[Okay, so really it was a couple kids talking about having a sub for his class. But she's had other things on her mind lately, okay?]

I hear there's a clinic that helps the Numbers Club out by the Dead District... are you going to be okay? Anything I can do, or bring you from your classroom? This doesn't sound good.

[She sounds genuinely concerned, despite not knowing Lyall well. Some of this echo stuff is seriously distressing.]

[Audio, late afternoon]

[professorwolf]

It's all right, Sheila. I'm all right. Much better for some sleep, really.

[Which, by the way, is where he's been all this time. Sleeping like the dead, he was that tired.]

I've already been patched up, though I did have to insist on no stitches, not when I'm fully expecting it to happen again tonight. I can't even imagine dealing with pulling them out, somehow, in the middle of all that.

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[seabeast]

[ Stella was curled up on a cushion in his living room when he got back, likely right where he left her before he fled the apartment. She's sleeping, apparently. However, a message is waiting for him on the cushion next to her. ]

where was the fire
and did ye have to turn wolfcoat on folk to get there

was that you they was talkin about?

[professorwolf]

[When Lyall makes it home shortly after dawn, it's in a coat that isn't his own, it's bloody, and it's lacking shoes or hat or anything he usually goes out with. He closes the door and sags against it, exhausted, for a moment-- and then he spots Stella and her message.

He limps tiredly over, drops to the couch beside the message with a thump, and picks it up to read. It takes him three tries. By then, it's likely Stella is awake.

The living room is a bit of a mess, too, but he's ignoring that-- also ignoring the broken window he used to get out through, the night before.]