Post by Admin on Dec 21, 2012 19:54:07 GMT -5
Remy was tired. Once he'd been caught and thrown back into the dungeon, the guards had left him to rot. Sure he was going to starve to death, Remy gave up hope. He'd survived London, he'd survived the Wastelands and now he would starve to death like a common criminal in the dungeon below the Magistrate's court.
As he prepared for his own death, a curious thing happened. They came for him. The Magistrate's guards came and hauled his exhausted, dirty and beat down ass up to god only knew where.
It was a surprise to see the vampire and his friend again. He hadn't learned the other guy's name, not that it mattered. He'd heard the guards talking about how there were two "Outlanders," whatever that meant.
But he was free. Sort of. Him, the vampire and the other guy were supposed to be heroes. Remy was tired of having that shoved at him. London. He'd wanted to put being a "hero" behind him.
Unfortunately, that was never going to be his choice.
Micah Watson *Jesus he'd never seen anyone this badly beaten before. What, did these guards treat ALL of their criminals like animals? Actually, it didn't surprise him all that much. Stepping forward instantly, he dropped and took hold of the man, wrapping his arm around his waist and looping Jeremy's arm around his shoulders, giving him fully support to stand. Micah looked at John and nodded, not even bothering to address the Magistrate now*
Come on, let's get him back to the bunkhouse... He needs rest, care and food *he murmured to john, helping Remy limp towards the door. He cast a glance down at the man, holding him close to his side as the three left the company of the magistrate, and towards a future of Britannia, hell all of Oceana, that seemed at the moment far from positive*
John Grimm -John nodded quietly and moved to the opposite side of the guy, draping an arm around his waist. He didn't want Micah to bear the brunt of the weight.
Like Micah, as soon as the soldier was brought out, John immediately tuned out the Magistrate, focusing instead on the other man. He shook his head, wondering what they would have done to him had the Magistrate changed his mind and thrown /him/ in the dungeon.- C'mon man, we'll take care of you. You're safe now.
Killian Jones *After the night before of speaking to John about his plans of stopping the rift's dark spill, he was aboard the Roger, preparing to take his crew out for another scope of the wastelands. however, that morning was far from anything he planned as he saw the man in question, and his friend Micah approaching the ship dragging with them an injured man. No.. it was the man that he'd been looking for after he'd foolishly dropped him into Britannia.
Cursing himself he called for his crew to prepare for an injured soul, and jumped deck to meet them* My word, it would seem the true monsters lie in the Magistrate's court, not the wastelands *he murmured, taking the injured Jeremy from them and helping his first mate, Smee, stretch him out on a hand held gurney* You two would be kind to follow me? *he murmured to the other two, leading them aboard the Roger*
John Grimm -John snorted softly, letting the men take Jeremy from them to take him aboard. He turned to Micah and shrugged once, as though to say 'why not?' And then stepped aboard the Roger. He looked around, having never actually been on an Airship before- You said you'd help us, so here we are. They released him into our care and we don't have a place to keep him.
-He sighed- I don't know what's going on, but it's getting worse. I helped a friend last night who was attacked by Mercs. Wound up having to spend the night in the stocks. We need to fix this. Now.
Killian Jones *he smirked at his words, motioning for the crew to step away. as he did so, he pulled out a kit, fitting a needle to a vial of clear blueish liquid. kneeling before the man, he slipped the needle into his flesh, injecting him slowly. The shakes and shudders that wracked his unconscious form settled to nothing as his sleep became calmer and more restful.
Smiling he spoke under his breath to Smee and ordered that refreshments be brought to the other two gentlemen before pulling out swabs of cotton and soaking them in rum to clean the woulds found on Jeremy's form* tell me... how right was I john? *he asked, looking up at him almost smugly.* what did the magistrate have to say about the happenings?
John Grimm -John rolled his eyes a little, leaning against a post to watch them tending to the man on the gurney- Considering I was attacked by Mercs who weren't from around here, you were right on the money. As for the Magistrate, he disavowed any involvement. We're on our own. But it's up to us to close the rift.
-He looked over at Micah, brow quirked. He didn't want to admit that the vampire was right. The pirate was a smug bastard and would likely use them needing help as a means to control things. But John knew they were in dire straits. They needed the pirate's help.-
Micah Watson *Micah kept a careful eye on the captain, his brow furrowed. just as he expected, coarse, smart and irritating. he accepted the refreshments quietly but kept his eye on the man , brow cocked at the pirate as if challenging him* Apparently you came to my friend asking us for help.. Clearly you know something about this rift that the rest of us don't. Does it have anything to do with John and this man's arrival?
*he kept casting a glance down at the injured man as Killian cleansed his wounds. he was looking more human now, that was for sure. A strange sort of deja vu rushed through him and he shivered, rubbing his arm quietly as he looked out the window to the bay. it all looked so peaceful... what was really coming for them...*
Killian Jones *he smirked looking up at the vampire and pointing a rum soaked cotton swab at him* You obviously don't trust me. clearly displaced emotion for your own social alienation. I'm merely here to help you men save this world. Unless you want something to happen to this place... become overrun with wickedness and hate? Now i would say a vampire willing to let THAT happen to his world is worth the title society gives him.
*having finished cleaning the wounds, Killian began to suture the larger ones, bandaging his limbs and smaller cuts with coverings. With that, he gently tilted his head up, and placed a water soaked cotton swab between his lips. It wasn't enough but with coaxing him to swallow, it would at least allow Jeremy to suck the water from the swab subconsciously, and at least give him that much hydration until he was awake. he would stay with the man and do this every few minutes until he was well enough to wake and feed himself*
John Grimm -John snorted softly- You obviously haven't met many vamps, buddy. -He watched, a little surprised at the care he was giving the unconscious man on the gurney. It was obvious he had /some/ medical experience. In John's world, Killian would have made a decent Field Medic. Here, he was a wicked captain.-
Look, we're here because you said you needed help. He needs help more than we do at the moment. I need to clean up, figure out what our plan of action and go from there. Look, how 'bout Micah and I get some sleep. I know after last night we kinda need it. We'll meet up with you tomorrow.
Micah Watson *he scoffed at the pirate, but knew he was ultimately right. Nodding at the Captain, he watched Jeremy for a long moment before touching the bridge of his nose quietly* you know medical care quite well captain I will give you that *he said quietly, looking up at the pirate with a faint look of apology in his eyes. he nodded to him, casting one last glance out the window. The sun was setting and the exhaustion of the night before was showing* John... you take your leave first. i will follow shortly. I wish to make sure that this man is well before i return to the bunk room. I won't be long
John Grimm -John nodded quietly and gave a little salute to both the pirate and his friend- Alright, I'll see you when you get there, Micah. Thanks again for taking care of him, Killian. He needs it right now.
-John turned and started toward the gang plank and off the ship. He was tired mentally and psychologically. While his body had already healed, he found he just wanted a hot bath and the hammock. Or the bed. He didn't know. Just some sleep. Then they could see about going off to kill themselves in some grand gesture.-
John Grimm John was preoccupied with his overworked brain as he walked away from the Jolly Roger and back toward the bunk house. Micah had remained aboard the vessel with the pirate and the other Outlander, leaving John to make his way back and get cleaned up and settled. He was pondering all the changes that had happened in the last few weeks. He'd gone from freak of nature to secret-spy of the Magistrate. And keeper of a secret Outlander. And then there was the mess with the rift in the Wastelands.
He was completely engrossed with his thoughts and missed the soft footfalls as they began to converge on him.
Big mistake.
The Mercs who had attacked Alexa the other night, and had caused problems for the women around town were lying in wait. With two of their men dead, they'd replaced them with six more. A grand total of fourteen men were waiting for John. All were armed and all were ready to take down the Marine. He was in the way of their plans. And while they were mostly unaware of his 'abilities,' they were fourteen and armed and he was one. And mentally exhausted.
It didn't take long for them to surround and corner the Marine. He put up a good fight, taking down five before they managed to subdue him. Several stood over him with metal bars and beat him until he stopped moving.
They then dragged him past the airships and down to the docks where they loaded him up on one of the skiffs to be taken away. Far away.
Killian Jones *he felt odd leaving the man to walk to the bunkhouse on his own now. Now that information was afoot and darkness lurking, the fact that the outlander was exposed and alone didn't sit well with him. However, upon asking Micah if he knew any medical practice at all, and the vampire regretfully turning down the information, Killian couldn't leave the injured man alone.* for the sake of this venture, please follow your friend. it is not safe to stay alone from now on. I do not feel right with him venturing out on his own. *he said looking up at the vampire* You may not trust me now but go. I feel it. at least accompany him to the bunkhouse. this man will be alright. his wounds are superficial and his unconsciousness resides in his lack of food, water and rest. he will recover.
*he looked out the window at the now dark horizon and sighed.* something is amiss....
Micah Watson *he frowned, listening to the urgency in Killian's words. The vampire stood quickly, placing the cup down on the table and casting a look down at the unconscious Jeremy.* we will return in the morning to check on him. You are right the air feels quite wrong... *he cast a glance up, as if to smell the air around him* I'm going now. Take care of him we need him...
*without another word, he turned away from the interior of the ship and descended the gangway to the docks. It wasn't long after john had left... he should be able to catch his scent. But with the salty air and the flood of others about, his scent was obscured. Growling in his throat, he headed towards the bunkhouse, hoping that his friend had made it without fault.
It seemed not to be the case. As he made it closer, the signs of a scuffle were visible on the ground, and the small droplets of blood that caught his nose like a greyhound had him on edge. His eyes scanned the area, fangs dropping in preparation for a fight that would never come. Like the night itself, even his own heightened senses didn't pick up the sound of someone rushing behind him before a billy club met the back of his head with great force. He dropped to the ground with a cry before he looked up seeing the shadowed figures above him. He lashed out in his disoriented state to try and fend them off but the second and third blows to his head rendered him completely senseless. He had no idea who these people where, but now, stuck in this dark limbo he was taken to his fate. What had happened to John?*
John Grimm -It didn't take long for the remaining Mercs to bring the unconscious vampire to the skiff where they'd chained the Marine. Both men were out cold, which made their job considerably easier. One of the larger Mercs sat between the pair with a billy club and would gladly knock the men senseless as they began to regain consciousness.
The skiff departed the wharf and sailed silently along until it met a lone airship. Docked away from the town and away from prying eyes, they men loaded their "cargo."
Once the men were loaded, the airship set sail, floating silently throughout the sky. Their destination was simple. The Wastelands. Once the two men were dropped off, the Minotaur would collect them and the Mercs could receive their payment. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship. The Mercs brought in "guests," and the Minotaur paid them handsomely.-
As he prepared for his own death, a curious thing happened. They came for him. The Magistrate's guards came and hauled his exhausted, dirty and beat down ass up to god only knew where.
It was a surprise to see the vampire and his friend again. He hadn't learned the other guy's name, not that it mattered. He'd heard the guards talking about how there were two "Outlanders," whatever that meant.
But he was free. Sort of. Him, the vampire and the other guy were supposed to be heroes. Remy was tired of having that shoved at him. London. He'd wanted to put being a "hero" behind him.
Unfortunately, that was never going to be his choice.
Micah Watson *Jesus he'd never seen anyone this badly beaten before. What, did these guards treat ALL of their criminals like animals? Actually, it didn't surprise him all that much. Stepping forward instantly, he dropped and took hold of the man, wrapping his arm around his waist and looping Jeremy's arm around his shoulders, giving him fully support to stand. Micah looked at John and nodded, not even bothering to address the Magistrate now*
Come on, let's get him back to the bunkhouse... He needs rest, care and food *he murmured to john, helping Remy limp towards the door. He cast a glance down at the man, holding him close to his side as the three left the company of the magistrate, and towards a future of Britannia, hell all of Oceana, that seemed at the moment far from positive*
John Grimm -John nodded quietly and moved to the opposite side of the guy, draping an arm around his waist. He didn't want Micah to bear the brunt of the weight.
Like Micah, as soon as the soldier was brought out, John immediately tuned out the Magistrate, focusing instead on the other man. He shook his head, wondering what they would have done to him had the Magistrate changed his mind and thrown /him/ in the dungeon.- C'mon man, we'll take care of you. You're safe now.
Killian Jones *After the night before of speaking to John about his plans of stopping the rift's dark spill, he was aboard the Roger, preparing to take his crew out for another scope of the wastelands. however, that morning was far from anything he planned as he saw the man in question, and his friend Micah approaching the ship dragging with them an injured man. No.. it was the man that he'd been looking for after he'd foolishly dropped him into Britannia.
Cursing himself he called for his crew to prepare for an injured soul, and jumped deck to meet them* My word, it would seem the true monsters lie in the Magistrate's court, not the wastelands *he murmured, taking the injured Jeremy from them and helping his first mate, Smee, stretch him out on a hand held gurney* You two would be kind to follow me? *he murmured to the other two, leading them aboard the Roger*
John Grimm -John snorted softly, letting the men take Jeremy from them to take him aboard. He turned to Micah and shrugged once, as though to say 'why not?' And then stepped aboard the Roger. He looked around, having never actually been on an Airship before- You said you'd help us, so here we are. They released him into our care and we don't have a place to keep him.
-He sighed- I don't know what's going on, but it's getting worse. I helped a friend last night who was attacked by Mercs. Wound up having to spend the night in the stocks. We need to fix this. Now.
Killian Jones *he smirked at his words, motioning for the crew to step away. as he did so, he pulled out a kit, fitting a needle to a vial of clear blueish liquid. kneeling before the man, he slipped the needle into his flesh, injecting him slowly. The shakes and shudders that wracked his unconscious form settled to nothing as his sleep became calmer and more restful.
Smiling he spoke under his breath to Smee and ordered that refreshments be brought to the other two gentlemen before pulling out swabs of cotton and soaking them in rum to clean the woulds found on Jeremy's form* tell me... how right was I john? *he asked, looking up at him almost smugly.* what did the magistrate have to say about the happenings?
John Grimm -John rolled his eyes a little, leaning against a post to watch them tending to the man on the gurney- Considering I was attacked by Mercs who weren't from around here, you were right on the money. As for the Magistrate, he disavowed any involvement. We're on our own. But it's up to us to close the rift.
-He looked over at Micah, brow quirked. He didn't want to admit that the vampire was right. The pirate was a smug bastard and would likely use them needing help as a means to control things. But John knew they were in dire straits. They needed the pirate's help.-
Micah Watson *Micah kept a careful eye on the captain, his brow furrowed. just as he expected, coarse, smart and irritating. he accepted the refreshments quietly but kept his eye on the man , brow cocked at the pirate as if challenging him* Apparently you came to my friend asking us for help.. Clearly you know something about this rift that the rest of us don't. Does it have anything to do with John and this man's arrival?
*he kept casting a glance down at the injured man as Killian cleansed his wounds. he was looking more human now, that was for sure. A strange sort of deja vu rushed through him and he shivered, rubbing his arm quietly as he looked out the window to the bay. it all looked so peaceful... what was really coming for them...*
Killian Jones *he smirked looking up at the vampire and pointing a rum soaked cotton swab at him* You obviously don't trust me. clearly displaced emotion for your own social alienation. I'm merely here to help you men save this world. Unless you want something to happen to this place... become overrun with wickedness and hate? Now i would say a vampire willing to let THAT happen to his world is worth the title society gives him.
*having finished cleaning the wounds, Killian began to suture the larger ones, bandaging his limbs and smaller cuts with coverings. With that, he gently tilted his head up, and placed a water soaked cotton swab between his lips. It wasn't enough but with coaxing him to swallow, it would at least allow Jeremy to suck the water from the swab subconsciously, and at least give him that much hydration until he was awake. he would stay with the man and do this every few minutes until he was well enough to wake and feed himself*
John Grimm -John snorted softly- You obviously haven't met many vamps, buddy. -He watched, a little surprised at the care he was giving the unconscious man on the gurney. It was obvious he had /some/ medical experience. In John's world, Killian would have made a decent Field Medic. Here, he was a wicked captain.-
Look, we're here because you said you needed help. He needs help more than we do at the moment. I need to clean up, figure out what our plan of action and go from there. Look, how 'bout Micah and I get some sleep. I know after last night we kinda need it. We'll meet up with you tomorrow.
Micah Watson *he scoffed at the pirate, but knew he was ultimately right. Nodding at the Captain, he watched Jeremy for a long moment before touching the bridge of his nose quietly* you know medical care quite well captain I will give you that *he said quietly, looking up at the pirate with a faint look of apology in his eyes. he nodded to him, casting one last glance out the window. The sun was setting and the exhaustion of the night before was showing* John... you take your leave first. i will follow shortly. I wish to make sure that this man is well before i return to the bunk room. I won't be long
John Grimm -John nodded quietly and gave a little salute to both the pirate and his friend- Alright, I'll see you when you get there, Micah. Thanks again for taking care of him, Killian. He needs it right now.
-John turned and started toward the gang plank and off the ship. He was tired mentally and psychologically. While his body had already healed, he found he just wanted a hot bath and the hammock. Or the bed. He didn't know. Just some sleep. Then they could see about going off to kill themselves in some grand gesture.-
John Grimm John was preoccupied with his overworked brain as he walked away from the Jolly Roger and back toward the bunk house. Micah had remained aboard the vessel with the pirate and the other Outlander, leaving John to make his way back and get cleaned up and settled. He was pondering all the changes that had happened in the last few weeks. He'd gone from freak of nature to secret-spy of the Magistrate. And keeper of a secret Outlander. And then there was the mess with the rift in the Wastelands.
He was completely engrossed with his thoughts and missed the soft footfalls as they began to converge on him.
Big mistake.
The Mercs who had attacked Alexa the other night, and had caused problems for the women around town were lying in wait. With two of their men dead, they'd replaced them with six more. A grand total of fourteen men were waiting for John. All were armed and all were ready to take down the Marine. He was in the way of their plans. And while they were mostly unaware of his 'abilities,' they were fourteen and armed and he was one. And mentally exhausted.
It didn't take long for them to surround and corner the Marine. He put up a good fight, taking down five before they managed to subdue him. Several stood over him with metal bars and beat him until he stopped moving.
They then dragged him past the airships and down to the docks where they loaded him up on one of the skiffs to be taken away. Far away.
Killian Jones *he felt odd leaving the man to walk to the bunkhouse on his own now. Now that information was afoot and darkness lurking, the fact that the outlander was exposed and alone didn't sit well with him. However, upon asking Micah if he knew any medical practice at all, and the vampire regretfully turning down the information, Killian couldn't leave the injured man alone.* for the sake of this venture, please follow your friend. it is not safe to stay alone from now on. I do not feel right with him venturing out on his own. *he said looking up at the vampire* You may not trust me now but go. I feel it. at least accompany him to the bunkhouse. this man will be alright. his wounds are superficial and his unconsciousness resides in his lack of food, water and rest. he will recover.
*he looked out the window at the now dark horizon and sighed.* something is amiss....
Micah Watson *he frowned, listening to the urgency in Killian's words. The vampire stood quickly, placing the cup down on the table and casting a look down at the unconscious Jeremy.* we will return in the morning to check on him. You are right the air feels quite wrong... *he cast a glance up, as if to smell the air around him* I'm going now. Take care of him we need him...
*without another word, he turned away from the interior of the ship and descended the gangway to the docks. It wasn't long after john had left... he should be able to catch his scent. But with the salty air and the flood of others about, his scent was obscured. Growling in his throat, he headed towards the bunkhouse, hoping that his friend had made it without fault.
It seemed not to be the case. As he made it closer, the signs of a scuffle were visible on the ground, and the small droplets of blood that caught his nose like a greyhound had him on edge. His eyes scanned the area, fangs dropping in preparation for a fight that would never come. Like the night itself, even his own heightened senses didn't pick up the sound of someone rushing behind him before a billy club met the back of his head with great force. He dropped to the ground with a cry before he looked up seeing the shadowed figures above him. He lashed out in his disoriented state to try and fend them off but the second and third blows to his head rendered him completely senseless. He had no idea who these people where, but now, stuck in this dark limbo he was taken to his fate. What had happened to John?*
John Grimm -It didn't take long for the remaining Mercs to bring the unconscious vampire to the skiff where they'd chained the Marine. Both men were out cold, which made their job considerably easier. One of the larger Mercs sat between the pair with a billy club and would gladly knock the men senseless as they began to regain consciousness.
The skiff departed the wharf and sailed silently along until it met a lone airship. Docked away from the town and away from prying eyes, they men loaded their "cargo."
Once the men were loaded, the airship set sail, floating silently throughout the sky. Their destination was simple. The Wastelands. Once the two men were dropped off, the Minotaur would collect them and the Mercs could receive their payment. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship. The Mercs brought in "guests," and the Minotaur paid them handsomely.-