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Post by Michelle on Jul 30, 2011 12:55:25 GMT -5
"Good. And whatever you hear, don't come back there. You don't need to get hurt, either."
With that, Michelle headed in the direction of the weapons displays, quickly disappearing behind the glass cases and archaic weapons.
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Post by Sarah on Jul 30, 2011 12:56:28 GMT -5
The White Queen watched her thoughtfully as she left, and took up a defensive position within the exhibit. When she said she would do a thing, she meant it wholeheartedly.
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Post by Michelle on Aug 1, 2011 12:09:31 GMT -5
As Michelle slipped between the display cases, she shifted back into her mercenary mode, putting the encounter with the strange woman at the back of her mind for now. Moving slowly, silently, the hunter ghosted through the exhibit, stopping once in a while to scan the area for signs of the werewolf's passage.
The alpha was playing it smarter, Michelle decided. She was staying in human form, making tracking her something more of a challenge--and Michelle did not mind challenges. For one, she'd been tracking humans long before she'd begun her monster-hunting career, though of course those humans had been more ordinary monsters than the one she was following now.
She'd learned how to pick up on the subtle differences between a normal human, and a werewolf in human form, from their faintly primeval aura to an almost imperceptible scent in the air, one hard to define but recognizable when encountered. Michelle paused as she reached a door that led into the back areas of the museum. Making sure was still out of sight of the regular customers, she quietly slipped through and into the muted sound and stillness of the back corridors. Here, at least, innocent people were less likely to get caught up in the pursuit.
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Post by NPC on Aug 1, 2011 12:12:06 GMT -5
The air shifted, and down the corridor to her left came the clatter of something falling over and rolling on the floor.
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Post by Michelle on Aug 15, 2011 18:33:09 GMT -5
Spinning almost entirely in place, she faced the direction of the sound, gun drawn, safety off. She scanned the hallway now in front of her--it was dimmer, the lighting here awash in yellow and giving an odd cast to the crates stacked along the walls. Eyes slowly moving over each object, took cautious steps forward, tense, waiting.
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Post by NPC on Aug 15, 2011 18:35:02 GMT -5
The attack came from above.
The werewolf had been banking on Michelle only focusing on the ground level part of the area, and had been hiding up in the ventilation waiting for her to pass by underneath. With a howl of triumph, the female alpha broke down through the vent grate, landing right on top of the mercenary and sending her crashing to the floor.
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Post by Michelle on Aug 15, 2011 20:24:48 GMT -5
Michelle, in one of those rare moments where she was caught off-guard, yelled as she was knocked to the floor, her cry accompanied by a stray gunshot as the fall jarred her grip on the gun and caused her to fire by accident.
The werewolf was heavy, and she only had time enough to grab the slavering beast by the neck as it tried to tear her throat out. Cursing, she struggled with her heavier opponent, trying to get the gun around and aimed at the alpha. Snapping teeth sunk into her forearm at the same time that she managed to wrench the pistol around and fire into the alpha's chest.
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Post by NPC on Aug 15, 2011 20:42:07 GMT -5
The alpha let go with a howl of pain, ignoring it's target, which had rolled away. The beast stepped back, both clawed hands clasped over the hole in it's chest as it desperately tried to stem the flow of blood that was pulsing out at a steady rate.
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Post by Michelle on Aug 16, 2011 23:29:48 GMT -5
It was her gun arm that had been bitten, and now thanks to the injury all she could do with it was let it hang down limply. Cursing, trying to blot out the pain, she switched to her off hand and fired at the werewolf again. If she didn't take it down now, the pain-maddened beast would just disappear back into London and exact any amount of horrible retribution on the innocent citizens.
The werewolf stumbled backward, again, somehow maintaining it's balance. After a moment, though, it slowly sank to it's knees and finally collapsed on the floor, twitching. Breathing hard, Michelle slowly approached the prone form, ready in case it was a feint and it sprung back up. It stayed down, however, and after observing it she could see that it'd stopped breathing.
It wasn't until she re-holstered her weapon that she realized that she herself was bleeding profusely from the wound in her arm.
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Post by Sarah on Aug 16, 2011 23:32:24 GMT -5
"Well, that won't do at all," came a voice with a very familiar odd lilt to it.
Who knows just where she'd been keeping herself hidden, but the White Queen stepped seemingly out of nowhere just as the situation calmed. She stepped gingerly, avoiding trailing her snowy white dress through the werewolf's blood.
She leaned forward a bit, frowning at Michelle's arm.
"That's not good. We need to fix that if you don't want to become one."
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Post by Michelle on Aug 26, 2011 13:38:21 GMT -5
Michelle stared at the woman a moment. Hadn't she told her to stay back? Yet, she couldn't really get upset with her, seeing her sincere offer to help. The most important part of what she'd said finally sank into Michelle's mind.
"Oh, shit."
She did not want to be a werewolf.
Having no real compunctions about it, but not wanting to leave a trail, she walked around the puddle of blood to the white-clad figure.
"Can you stop that?"
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Post by Sarah on Aug 26, 2011 13:40:29 GMT -5
The White Queen nodded solemnly.
"It's not going to be very nice, but it must be done to prevent such an unfortunate turn of events."
Grabbing Michelle's uninjured arm, she led the way around the werewolf, winding through the back halls of the museum as though she'd been here before and knew the place. She did, in a way, thanks to Tony Stark. Somewhere in the back of the Queen's mind, someone threatened to kick her for using that knowledge.
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Post by Michelle on Aug 26, 2011 22:54:01 GMT -5
Michelle was staring at her arm--her gun arm, her primary arm--with a growing sense of dread. Now that she could properly focus on it, it looked...well, terrible seemed to be a gross understatement. What if she lost the use of it? Not to mention the fact that she could quite possibly become a hideous monster like the one she'd just killed.
As they continued through the halls and out a side door, Michelle suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"Wait...we can't just leave that body there."
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Post by Sarah on Aug 26, 2011 22:55:33 GMT -5
The White Queen paused when Michelle stopped.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll take care of that." She replied airily. "No one will have to be horribly traumatized and need therapy."
She said it cheerfully, as though she wasn't speaking of anything particularly terrible.
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Post by Michelle on Aug 28, 2011 23:10:16 GMT -5
Alarmingly, she was starting to feel light-headed, and she had a brief moment of fatalistic thinking in which she figured that she'd never make it back to Paris. She shrugged it off quickly--it was so unlike her that it gave her pause.
"Well...all right. But we should hurry, I...I think I'm losing too much blood."
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