ataraxionlogs | ( 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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[ 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!

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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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