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( closed ) it comes awake and i can't control it

CHARACTERS: Mason Lockwood, Tommy Conlon, Remus Lupin, Re-l Mayer.
LOCATION: Some... fairly empty part of the ship. Probably a random hallway somewhere or something.
WARNINGS: Blood, violence, probably some cursing.
SUMMARY: Mason goes through his third change on the ship and runs into some people. And by runs into, I mean attacks and then gets locked up by.
NOTES: There were some other people who wanted to be involved in this, so if anyone still does, message me and we'll figure something out! Otherwise there's always next time~ ~~Also, I apologize if I suck horrendously with the fighting in this ghajkgahk~~ Also! There will be a separate thread for Re-l and Mason~

[ Three months on this stupid ship and Mason still hasn't quite figured out his cycles yet. He's getting there, but when he starts feeling the tug in his gut that he'd usually get the day of the full moon, he's caught off guard. Thankfully, he's got his chains and his Wolfsbane already packed in the duffel bag he found in his locker the first time he woke up here, so it's not like he's entirely unprepared. He just doesn't know where he's going to go this time.

He grabs the necessary equipment and manages to slip out of the passengers quarters without getting too much attention, and then he makes his way towards the Brig. Unfortunately, there's too many people hanging out in that section of the ship, so he backtracks and decides to explore some territory he has yet to set foot in. He can feel his skin crawling already, so he moves a little faster, hand gripping the strap of his bag as he prays the transformation doesn't catch him off guard and force him to change right there in front of everyone. It's never happened before, but he always had the moon cycles to go off of there; here, in space, he has absolutely no idea if any part of him - werewolf or otherwise - has changed.

Once he finally finds a place that should work well enough, he grabs his Wolfsbane infused water out of his bag so he can start sipping while he sets up the chains. It burns going down (always has, always will) but he forces himself to keep moving. He manages to get one leg strapped in and about a fourth of the water down before his knees buckle beneath him and he falls to the floor.

The screaming starts before he has a chance to clamp his mouth shut, covering the sounds of ripping clothes as his body starts to change. Bones and muscles shifting, skin stretching, bones snapping and reshaping; it's gotten easier since that first time after he triggered the curse but he knows it'll never be painless. He just prays, with everything he is, that no one will wander into this part of the ship. That maybe, just maybe, he'll get away with not hurting anyone even though he's basically free of his restraints. ]

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[ If the night had gone differently, Tommy wouldn't even have been in that part of the ship. He'd have been with Tyke, painting more traps for demons or blocking off doorways with salt. Or maybe he'd have been down at the holodeck already, with half of the rest of the ship, watching a bunch of people who didn't know what they were doing (and a couple who did) take swings at each other.

But neither of those things happen because the night doesn't go differently. It goes like this: Kirk's text about fight club goes out just as Tommy's finishing up a sweep of one of the corners of the ship they've already been through with paint to make sure there aren't any demons trapped or any traps that have been messed with since they last went through. And when he gets the text, he decides to double back to his room to grab his things before he makes his way down for the fights.

Which is how winds up in that part of the ship. At exactly the wrong time. ]

[ Space hasn't done a goddamn thing to change the size of his wolf form and even though he doesn't stand on his hind legs and tower over everyone, it's highly unlikely that anyone will mistake him for a plain old wolf. He's too big and even if that doesn't tip them off, his eyes are a strange golden amber color and they almost seem to be glowing. And by the time Tommy makes it into the hallway, Mason's done changing in the little corner he'd tried to tuck away in.

Hearing the sounds of footsteps, Mason's survival instincts kick in and he crouches down, hoping the shadows will hide him well enough that he'll be able to catch whoever's coming off guard. His mouth is practically watering at the possibility of tearing someone apart, the claws of his front paws digging slightly into the floor of the ship. ]

[ It almost works. Tommy's not used to having to check over his shoulder for animals who might want to take a bite out of him. The only ones he's had any contact with on the ship are Tyke's dogs and whatever was howling in the background that one time he talked with Alayne. It's not the kind of thing you worry about being on the look out for in the middle of space.

But Tommy has been watching out for demons these past few days, non-stop, and he's been checking over his shoulder for hostile generally for a long time before that. He makes it a few steps into the hall before something tickles at the back of his neck. And when he looks around, he sees it. ]

Shit, [ he hisses and swings around immediately, pivoting on the ball of his foot, so that his back's not exposed. He takes another careful step backwards down the hall. ]

[ It's that step backwards that drives Mason insane. Somewhere, very deep down, the human side of him wants to stay put, to let this guy get away but the wolf's in charge here. He has no control when he's like this, has nothing but the drive to protect himself and kill whatever comes into his path.

So with a low growl, Mason's running towards Tommy, each step sure and strong as he moves as fast as he can. There's a possibility he'll be able to get away, especially since Mason doesn't know the ship as well as he'd like (even in his human form), but he's got speed and strength on his side. Not to mention size because while he may not be massive, he's not even close to the size of a normal wolf. ]

[ Tommy's not a fast guy. In a closed space, like a ring, he can get from Point A to Point B quick enough to catch someone off their guard, but speed ultimately isn't what he's built for. He's built to take a person down and keep them there.

Where dogs -- wolves? Tyke would know, he thinks -- come into that isn't so obvious, but Tommy doesn't have a lot of time to think once it starts running at him. He doesn't like his own odds if he runs, so he twists to the side instead, making his shoulder the target and bunching his hand into a fist down low so that, if and when the dog jumps at him, he'll have a chance to punch up into its exposed stomach while it tries to get its teeth in him. ]

[ It's a matter of when, not if, because as soon as he's close enough, Mason jumps. His front claws are out and ready to scratch at anything he can reach, but it's the teeth Tommy should probably be most worried about. They're bared as he snarls loudly but that only lasts for a moment before he opens his mouth so he can bite down on the shoulder - or whatever other part of Tommy he manages to get - that's offered to him.

There's a part of him, even in his wolf form, that realizes going for the obvious shot isn't the best move, but he doesn't care. He just wants to tear this guy apart as fast and as brutally as he can. Once he's done that, he'll take off. ]

[ It hurts more than he thought it would, the moment those teeth sink into his shoulder and the upper part of his arm. Tommy's been beaten up and blown up before. He's been concussed and burned, broken bones, been shot. He's never been bitten before right now, and it ranks up there with being shot, at least.

His back leg buckles under the weight and the force of the impact, but he locks his knee, and it holds. He can feel a rivulet of blood starting to trickle down his arm but ignores it and punches up. He shifts his weight forward at the same time, hoping that the combination of the punch and the sudden push forward will shake the dog off. ]

[ The whine that Mason lets out is more surprise than anything - the punch hurts, sure, but not enough to make that noise come out of him. It's enough to get him off, though his teeth are caught in his skin and they tear along his shoulder before he actually goes falling back to the floor. He scrambles to get back up onto his feet and the moment he's up again, he's crouched down and growling, teeth very visible, blood dripping along the edges of the white.

His expression pretty clearly reads Bring it on because the wolf knows the wound in Tommy's shoulder will affect him no matter how hard he tries to ignore it. He's just hoping, as much as wolf brain can, that it'll be enough to throw him off his game so Mason can finish this off before someone else comes along. ]

[ Tommy claps a hand over his shoulder and then grunts because that actually hurts more than just leaving it to bleed. He can tell it's bad -- bad enough to make his whole arm feel a little numb, heavy everywhere except the sharp centre of the pain.

But Tommy's also reached that point he gets to in a fight where it doesn't matter. Nothing matters outside the question of what he does next. There isn't another thought in his head. So in a way, as he digs his foot into the floor and then uses that to push himself forward -- trying to rush the dog and keep it off balance -- he feels better right now than he has for days. ]

[ Tommy manages to catch him just before Mason actually finds his footing well enough to launch at him again, so he ends up going scrambling a bit, claws trying to find traction against the floor. The metallic smell of his blood taunts his nose and Mason growls again, louder this time, as he tries to find someplace to bite down again.

It doesn't matter to him what part of Tommy he gets to; all that matters is ripping him to shreds, tasting the blood in his mouth. The sastifcation of the kill. This is what he desperately wants to fight when he's human - it's why he chains himself up and suffers through as much Wolfsbane as he can swallow before the change hits - but it's the only thing the wolf cares about. It doesn't even matter if he might be putting himself into a position that could easily give Tommy the upper hand, even for a moment, because the wolf believes that he'll always find some way to pull through.

After all, he's bigger and faster and isn't bleeding from the shoulder. ]

[ Teeth again. But since Tommy's already injured and bleeding, it almost hurts less than the last time. There's a point at which tossing more pain onto the pain pile doesn't do much one way or another, and Tommy's hit it. Still bleeding's going to be a problem sometime soon -- his foot nearly slips on some of it already, pooling on the floor -- and this head-on tactic isn't working.

With humans, you want to go for the face because that's the easiest knock out. With this dog, going for the face is just getting him bitten. So Tommy adjusts and his next move is to push forward and grab out for a leg or something else he can wrench, if only he manages to get a good enough grip. ]

[ If it weren't for the blood dripping down Tommy's arm onto the floor, Mason might've managed to get away before the guy got a good grip on his leg. As it is, though, his attention is so focused on the scent that before he realizes, his leg's disappearing from beneath him. He scrambles to try to get some kind of grip on the floor with his claws but it's too late; his leg feels like it's ripping out of its socket.

The howl he lets out is definitely one of pain, there's no mistaking it, but Mason won't be giving up that easily. If he can just manage to shake Tommy's hand off his leg, he should be able to focus away from the pain just long enough to at least knock him unconscious. ]

[The howl he hears is a familiar one-- a wolf's howl, one that sends a shiver down his spine and sets his teeth on edge. Without pausing to think, Remus races in the direction of that howl, his heart pounding hard. The only other werewolf on this ship is Mason-- but Mason wouldn't be stupid enough to let himself wander while changed, would he?

Apparently so. Remus blanches as he turns the corner; the scene before him is something out of his nightmares. Blood on a floor, someone injured, a wolf with a bloody muzzle-- for a moment Remus stares, his stomach turning, horror overwhelming him.

Rushing forward, he throws himself against Mason, gritting his teeth. It doesn't matter if Mason bites him; he's already a werewolf.]

Get up! Get up and run, you have to go!

[ Mason doesn't wait too long to take off after Remus shows up because the sooner he gets out of there, the better. So he takes off as fast as he can, which is still a hell of a lot faster than any other wolf out there but isn't quite as fast as he should be able to go, because his back right leg is messed up. It's hard to tell if it's broken or if it's just sprained since his wolf brain doesn't want to process that much information, but it hurts like a son of a bitch.

Eventually, when he thinks he's put enough space between him and the other two, Mason slows down to a walk. He keeps his ears and his eyes open in case someone else comes down the hallway, but he's mostly focused on his leg. Barely putting any kind of pressure on it is enough to make him whine, but he can't stop. Not here. ]

[With Kirk always on edge these days, Re-l's taken to doing some of the patrols to try and alleviate the stress on his shoulders of watching over the people on the ship. It doesn't always help and she's not always successful in finding anything, but that should mean that everything's all right, right?

She's rounding one of the corners and moving into one of the longer hallways when she spots the wolf wandering around. She's never seen one of them before, nor has she seen a dog, but she knows well enough that it's an animal and that no one's reported sightings of it before. That's not a good sign. She stops, watching it cautiously.

What's it doing wandering around on its own? And, more importantly, is it a threat?]

[ Even though she stops, Mason's almost instantly aware of her presence and he turns, noticeably favoring his leg, and lets out a low growl. There's still some of Tommy's blood around his mouth and his hair's sticking up a bit, an obvious sign that he's not comfortable with her being there. Despite his warnings, though, he wouldn't be able to do much, not with the space between them. Running on his leg at this point isn't exactly an option.

So he just stays there, crouching slightly, golden eyes glowing slightly as he watches her. One wrong move and he'll say fuck the leg and go after her anyways. ]

[She could run, she supposes. There's nothing to stop her from going, save for the idea of him hunting her down. But there's a wolf on the ship, it's been hurt, and someone else could be in danger. Quietly cursing herself, she watches him closely, waiting for his move.]

Take it easy, boy. [...Maybe it's a girl, though. Who's she to know?] Easy does it. I'm not going to hurt you.

[Get him in a room, lock him in, call Kirk. That's the plan.]

[ The words aren't quite as clear as she might hope, but he does understand them. But the wolf brain doesn't care if it registers or not; it doesn't trust anyone, especially after what just happened with Tommy. Just because Re-l claims she won't hurt him doesn't mean she'll actually stick to that, so he drops a little lower, front paws pressing into the floor of the ship as hard as they can.

He growls again, a little louder this time, his eyes focused on hers. He's not moving which is a good sign, but that doesn't mean he's not going to move. Especially since the position he's in is killing his leg and he desperately wants to shift, to find something more comfortable. ]

[She tries one more time to let him know she means no harm.]

Shhh. Hey, it's okay. Look, see? No weapons.

[She holds her hands up and then very slowly crouches down, though she doesn't move any closer. He's crouched too, looking like he might take off running, but his leg is injured. He won't be able to go far like that even if he does run.]

[ It's the crouching down that actually does it, though Mason doesn't move right away. He takes a few moments, like he's waiting for her to think better of this or to try to pull some move on him, and then he slowly starts to inch towards her. The determination to keep his whines quiet with every step is probably evident on his face, but he manages to keep the sounds to a minimum.

He leaves a good four or five feet between them, eyes focused on her face as he waits for her to do something else. ]

[Good, good. She smiles just slightly, but it's small and grim, uncertain. What the hell does she do now?

He's favoring one leg. That's a starter. She slowly seats herself on her knees so he knows she's not going to jump up and grab him. She offers her hands, low to the ground, for him to see she's not trying anything.]

It's all right. Look, you're hurt. You need some help, don't you?

[ His eyes flick towards her hands as he pauses, just for a moment, her words more or less garbled to his wolf brain. He can make out bits and pieces, but nothing concrete. Her body language will have to do and his instincts are telling her that she's at least trying to seem nonthreatening. It doesn't mean she's trustworthy or safe, but it's enough for him to inch closer.

His attention keeps shifting from her face to her hands, making sure she doesn't try anything. Just because she's sitting down doesn't mean she's not going to pull some kind of stupid, seemingly heroic move.

When he stops this time, he's just out of arm's reach, his wariness obvious in his eyes if not his face. He growls again, low this time, but it's more a warning than anything: Don't make any sudden movements and you'll keep all your limbs. ]

[She breathes carefully, watching his eyes. She lets him inch ever closer and she makes no motion to actually move herself in any way. In fact, she lowers her hands to the floor in a gesture of good will, just beyond his reach. She swallows, closing her eyes for just a moment to gather herself.

Okay. Now what?]

It's all right. Just...let me help you.

[Calm him down, call Kirk, get someone else down here. Injured animal, dangerous.]

I won't hurt you. You can probably hurt me quicker than I could do anything.

[Another pause to let him move, react, sniff.]

Come here. It's going to be okay.

[ He can make out a few words here and there but it's still mostly jumbled. His wolf brain doesn't want to focus enough to sift through human language; all it wants to do is tear more people apart and it's amazing that he's even standing there, watching her.

He shifts his weight, trying to keep as much of it off his back leg as possible, and glances towards her hands. Then, shifting his gaze back to her face, Mason slowly lowers his head and sniffs at her fingers. She smells safe enough, though he can definitely smell her concern, but he's just not quite sure yet.

Letting out a huff, Mason lifts his head again so he can watch her face easier. What next? ]

[She can see some sign of resignation in his stance, that he's not so tensed and ready to hurt her. She glances back at his leg again and frowns. She's not a doctor in the slightest, but he definitely needs help. She has nothing on her to staunch the wound, except...

Re-l sighs and lifts her arms slowly, moving to unbutton her long shirt. She has a sleeveless shirt beneath it and she lets the fabric fall carefully so he doesn't jump on the defensive. Before he can get concerned, she tears off a sleeve of her shirt.]

Here. Let me put this over your cut. Then we can get you help.

[ Mason flinches slightly when she rips the shirt, tension tightening his muscles again as his ears flatten against his head. Other than that, he doesn't really move; he just watches her, eyes shifting from the fabric in her hand to her face. If she's going to do something, she should probably do it now because he's on edge enough that if she waits too long before moving, he might end up doing something stupid.

It's hard for him to actually stay put like this and not just because putting weight on his leg hurts; as a wolf, Mason doesn't trust humans. Not that he trusts anyone - human or otherwise - when he's in his human form, of course, it's just amplified when he's a wolf. He wants to bolt, to continue running down the hallway (throughout the entire ship, honestly) and put as much distance between him and everyone else as possible. And yet here he is, waiting for Re-l to do something to help him. ]

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( closed ) it comes awake and i can't control it

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i'm thinking a couple more hits on both sides, then remus can come in. y/n/cake?

CAKE! ahem i mean yes that totally works for me.

\o/ /also gives you cake

eats it up happily with a spoon!

a... spoon. WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT, I GUESS.

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and the aftermath, with re-l.

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