It’s a howl. That’s the only word to describe it. Every dog in the neighborhood is barking and howling. It’s a terrific din and especially so for nine at night. It’s got various people across the neighborhood shouting variants of ‘SHUT UP!’ to either their dog or someone elses…
Miah is not shouting that. He can hear the high pitched whine that’s making them do that. It HAS to be something the purifiers came up with, doesn’t it? Though if they did it’s rather specific. It also has to be close by, though it’s incredibly loud.
The big brown werewolf’s ears are laid back as he opens the window and peers outside, squinting for the headache he has.
Brins ears are laid back and her cants too and fro as the whine reaches her ears. “It … hurts, Miah …” she growls, pushing between him and the window to look outside as well.
She’d been lazing on the couch when the howl went out and it had taken a //lot// to not join in. “Where is it…” She sticks her head out further trying to find the source of the sound. She wants to kill it. Or join in the howl.
The howl is hard to resist. It’s just the right frequency to tickle the brain. Miah is fighting the urge too and Brin can feel it. An instinctive urge to throw his head back and howl and the crescent moon.
“There!” He points to something a few blocks away. There’s… smoke? The rooftops are pretty convenient in that direction. It shouldn’t take too long to get there.
“That way, Brin. Come on…” He sounds pained… and he really is.
The scent of the smoke is on the air and Brin’s nose wrinkles as she catches it. She can’t really help soothe Miah at the moment, if anything, her own projections might be making it worse.
“Rooftops…” the small brindle wolf says, wondering if she could fly all that distance. She probably could, but would arrive before Miah and that could be problematic.
Instead, she leads them to the roof and heads off at a lope. Leaping between buildings, almost effortlessly.
The bigger werewolf strikes out behind Brinley and lopes from rooftop to rooftop with her. He can’t help but howl out as they move. The combination of running and the noise is too much for him. It feels good, to howl like that.
When they arrive what they arrive at is a small crater. There’s a big cylender that’s making the whining sound and is also the source of all that smoke.
Miah whines as they get closer. The noise has, naturally, gotten louder.
It kind of looks like it fell from above, whatever it is.
Brins voice is added to the howl as they run. It really does feel good to stretch out and just run. Of course, the chorus around them helps.
As they near, she skids to a stop and her ears lay back against her head, pawing at Miah as she does. “Be careful …” Her nostrils flare, trying to get an idea of what might be in that cylinder. Miahs sense of smell might be returning but hers is just fine.
Briefly, she glances upwards.
Whatever it is, it smells like metal. The smoke it’s generating is a thick, actinic, particulate kind of smoke and it smells just awful. The shearing and scorching on the side suggests that it wasn’t dropped here deliberately, that it fell off something flying. It’s fortunate really that it landed hear and not on someone’s building where it might have hurt someone. Here all it hurt is what little landscaping there was.
“How is it still working? There must be a power or fuel source somewhere.” Miah grabs at a panel and pulls he can see wires underneath but he cant get the panel loose even as strong as he is.
“Brin, my hands are too big to fit in there.”
Brins nose wrinkles more at the stench the smoke is creating and she circles the cylinder cautiously, growling slightly. “Smells bad …” It’s almost a parody of a movie using puppets and might be funny if this wasn’t so serious.
“I … don’t know if we should touch it, Miah.” she says slowly, watching as the big brown werewolf tries to rip a panel off. The look she casts him has her golden eyes filled with concern. “You want me to put my hand in that?” Her hand will fit, even when it’s a paw as it is now.
She almost creeps up to the device to do as Miah asks …
“Pull the wires out, yes…” Miah says, half shouting above the almighty whine of this thing. He’s not sure that will shut anything down, it could make it worse, but most of these devices have failsafes and ripping up the electronics should trigger them.
It’s tight. And the interior of the engine – that’s very likely what it is – is quite hot. But when Brin finally does manage to get the wires the whine starts to spin down.A
Miah sighs in relief. Unfortunately the dogs keep howling. Once they’re started… it’s hard to stop them.
“If you’re sure …” The small brindle werewolf gets to work. It’s not easy getting her paw in there, even as small as it is. She stays in wolf form though, knowing her claws are much stronger than her fingers but she’s going to have some fur scraped away.
Finally getting the wires free, Brin withdraws her hand and looks at Miah as the whine starts to fade. Her ears are still laid back on her head and she’s clearly not comfortable.
“It started a howl …” her chin lifts in the general direction of the Sprawl. “… They’ll have to howl themselves out …” her eyes drop to the device again “What is it?”
She starts to search for identifying marks.
It’s hard to tell with all the scorching on the side but half buried at the far end of the engine is a circle and what might be a V or an A or… it’s hard to tell, really. Something like this though has to be corporate, doesn’t it?
Miah is thinking that too. “If this fell from up there…” Miah looks up into the sky, which is a bit cloudy tonight. “Where’s the rest of it?”
They didn’t hear anything crash… but then there was this almighty whine and a lot of dogs howling. “Do you have anything Brin?”
It takes Brin some time to examine the cylinder and by the time Miah speaks, she’s scrubbing at the end with the edge of her shirt – trying to clean it so she can see it better. “There’s something here but I can’t make it out clearly… A circle, at the least. But whether that’s a ‘V’ or an ‘A’, I don’t know…”
And being who she is, the symbol doesn’t really mean anything.
“Who said it fell?” The small wolfwoman starts to look around the roof top. “Do you think the damage is enough for something that dropped from any distance?” Her nose starts working again as she quarters the rooftop. Checking for other scents, if she can find under the smell of the cylinder, and looking for signs that someone had been here.
Miah runs clawtips over the torn metal on the side, and the scorching. “This certainly looks like it was torn off of something. But you’re right the impact isn’t… what I’d expect.” Of course he’s no expert. A V or and A? Could be… Alchemax? Maybe?
“We need to get higher. Some place with a good view, see if there’s any more of this stuff…” Miah says, turning around slowly to try and see where might make a good vantage point.
It might be Alchemax but Brin hasn’t seen enough Corporate paraphenalia to have the logo spring to her mind. Show her something, and she might connect it. She probably will. She’s not stupid, just rather uneducated when things are said and done.
“Higher?” The small brindle wolfwoman looks up from her investigations, to the roof top not far above them. “Like there?” There’s no obvious access – there’s probably a door on the roof just across from them but for her ….
Glowing green and gold wings appear on her back, that flutter. “I can get up there. Want me to see if I can lift you?”
“Do you think you can?” Miah knows that Brin’s ability to fly and lift aren’t really connected to her muscles but she’s still so small compared to him. He doesn’t want her to hurt herself. Or worse… drop him.
“Otherwise yes. That’d be perfect. There’s nothing taller for miles around.” And here in the sprawl that’s really saying something.
Brin blinks at Miah as he asks the question and considers. She’d asked without really thinking. “I … don’t know. I must have been able to do something similar, I think.” Her wings flex and lift her up, allowing her to catch him under his shoulders.
She has to strain, even with psychic constructs, but she manages to get them there …
And she doesn’t drop. It might be close, but she doesn’t.
All the same Miah is glad to be back on solid ground when he finally is. He rolls his shoulders and starts to peer about. “There. See?” It’s plain as day from up here, not that anyone could get up here without flying as Brinley had. There’s a trail of debris littered through the city and not all of it landed as nicely as that engine did. There’s a LOT of smoke coming from something about five miles away. Hard to say what it is from way up here but it’s sitting atop and partly in a medium rise apartment building.
“Looks like something came apart. There’s a lot of smoke. I don’t see any fire though.”
There’s no wave of panic that Brin can feel but then… there’d have to be a lot of it. Miah looks up and back, trying to draw a line from where the wreckage is. “I wonder what happened…”
Something… gleams at Brin’s feet. Something small, like a small round peble, but… glowing green.
Whatever it is, it’s hot. And it smells… well, actually… it smells familiar.
It takes Brin some time to recover from the exertion. Her mind is certainly getting stronger since Miah found her. Blinking a bit, it takes a moment for her to see what he’s pointing out and she frowns. “Something … crashed?”
Her head tilts to the rooftop they just vacated, when she sees the glowing green … stone. “What’s … this?” Her nose twitches as she gets the scent of it, her paw reaching out to touch it but stops. “It’s hot and … it smells familiar. One of the carers where I grew up had a similar smell.”
But there’s more to it, Miah can tell by the wave of unease that assaults him.
“Something crashed or came apart. Midair.” That’s the only reasonable explanation. Otherwise it’s ‘a giant walked by littering’ and Miah isn’t ready to delve that far into fantasy just yet.
Miah frowns and leans down to sniff at the green rock. Then gruffs. He can’t smell it of course. His sense of smell is still off…
“Why would something that triggers your memories be here…” He gets a handkerchief and reaches out to grab it. The moment his hand touches it, or well, the cloth does there’s a bright green flash and a force so violent it sends Miah pitching backwards and… almost toppling. He’s right on the edge, arms windmilling to try to recover. “Brin!”
“It’s not pleasant … what I feel when I smell it …” Brin chuffs as Miah bends down to sniff the rock. “Can you smell it?” He’s not been able to tell her the scent of her new soap yet, so she doubts it.
She leans back to let him pick it up and yelps loudly when the flash goes off.
“Miah!!” She leaps forward, trying to catch him, her own mind reaching to his and pushing at his instinct, //almost// forcing it to come to the fore to try and save himself.
Still she’s going to try and catch him.
Miah’s instinct can’t help him with physics and that’s what he’s dealing with here. She can catch him but if she does it by hand, well, he’s a lot heavier than she is. He might pull her off the ledge. She does have the leverage to save him, but she’ll probably need her mind.
By the time she has he’s quite over being up here and doesn’t want to go near that green thing again. “What… what the hell…” He manages, clinging tightly to whatever will give him a decent purchase so that he doesn’t… slip again.
Not with Physics no, but it might make him more agile than not.
Her claws close around his and his weight drags her forward. Claws on her feet digging into the ground beneath them. “Miah…” she pants, her wings appearing again and beating down powerfully. It’s an effort but it stops them and eventually rights him …
“Don’t do that again.” She scolds the big brown werewolf when they settle, wrapping her arms around his waist for a moment before kneeling before that stone again.
“It tried to repel you. I … don’t want to touch it …” Cause it will likely just throw her over the edge. “… what do you think?”
“I… don’t know.” He wants to know what it is. And if maybe that violent reaction is the reason he’s looking at some kind of flying craft that came apart. “Do you think you can lift it with your mind?” And more importantly can she do that and still get them down from here. If it throws her off the edge she might still be able to fly but it’s not especially something Miah cares to chance.
“If it smells familiar to you I think it might be important but…”
But it’s already kind of scared him.
“Uh…” Brin blinks and looks at Miah, not really wanting to get much closer to that stone. The smell is making her uneasy, stiring memories that won’t quite form yet. “… I’m not a telekinetic, Miah.” she finally finishes quietly.
It takes a //long// time for her to work out though, that she could pick it up with her mind but when she does … a glowing green and gold box appears over it, that sort of ‘scoops’ the stone up. “It’s going to be hard to get back down from here, with me holding this …”
And she’s going to be exhausted when they get home. That’s a lot of mental energy she’s exerted so far.
“Do do you think this is what caused all that …” she waves her paw at the debris through the sprawl.
“Oh… right.” He says, slightly embarrassed. “Yes.” Eventually though it is encased and… that does seem to do. It doesn’t react when she gets close to it. Miah keeps his distance.
“I don’t know but I’m not much inclined to go nosing around further after that. If there’s a bigger chunk of that stuff it might send me to the moon.”
He turns and looks. “Let’s… get home?”
Brin cants her head at Miahs embarassment and he can feel a wave of reassurance from her. She doesn’t know all her powers, so it’s ok that he thought she might …
“Not home. Let’s take this to the Institute and get them to look at it. I don’t want to keep it around for too long.” It’s a train ride into the city and she’ll have to hold the construct all that time but better than having it just laying around, right?
They really should check the debris but she’s been stretched as it is.
Miah is actually thinking about that. If they’re still there tomorrow they can investigate. If somehow they’ve all been cleaned up by then, they probably don’t WANT to investigate. Miah has enough troubles close to home, he doesn’t need to get caught up in corporate shennanigans. Not if he has a choice.
Which he might not. But he’ll still try.
“Come on…” He can climb down from here a little with his claws. It’ll help keep her from having to do quite as much.
Something starts a howl in the Sprawl. A howl that upsets Brin and Miah - what they discover has them terribly worried.
October 15, 2051
North Sprawl - Chicago