The winter in the sprawl is always a somewhat trying time. The buildings here have all seen better days, some of them aren’t very well insulated anymore and the climate control in most of them only technically works. So it’s getting somewhat cold around here, could enough that even people with inbuilt fur coats can notice. That doesn’t mean that there isn’t work to be done, though. The corporate/covernment assistance really only covers very basic needs and doing anything more than that like fixing up the place or buying meat and ice cream really does require having a job.
This is coincidentally where Nick can be found. Moving things for Gretchen like he does. The stockyard is a bit wet today and a bit frozen over. So that’s made things sort of generally more difficult than they usually are. It is about lunch time and Nick cannot wait for the soup he knows he has in his thermos.
Brin feels the cold, even when she’s in her ‘fur coat’. That had made Jeremiah laugh when he’d found out. Right now, the small lean wolf woman is ‘hovering’ near the top of stack of containers, making sure they stacked just so and won’t fall.
It’s hard to miss her, really. Green and gold wings literally flutter at her back but she’s bulked out in an oversized jacket. It was the only one she could find and it would almost fit ‘Miah.
“Nearly done here, Miah and I’m hungry.” She … almost always is.
“Let me wrap it and we’ll be fine…” Jeremiah says as he grabs a roll of heavy duty plastic wrap and starts to move it around the pallet. These goods are light enough that this works. Sometimes they have to use heavy duty canvas or metal ratchet straps.
A noise, like yelling, drifts over from the gate which is about a quarter mile away and Miah looks over to see that a small crowd has gathered there. They’ve got protest signs of some kind. Brin can feel the anger ocming off of them…
Brin stays aloft as Jeremiah starts to wrap the pallet. She’ll help him get the plastic wrap over the top. She’s actually quite strong for her size – just not as strong as the brown werewolf.
Turning towards the noise, she lets out a soft sigh. “Looks like Purifiers are here again. They’re angry… but no surprise there.” She says quietly, wincing at the emotion as it washes their way.
That’s an assumption that it’s Purifiers. But they really are the only ones she knows who would protesting here.
“Yeah…” IT’s a good assumption. The number of people who might be protesting at this place in this cold who aren’t purifiers are probably pretty limited. The usual line is the mutants here are taking jobs. It’s a thin excuse. There are jobs to be had though… some of them probably aren’t what these people want to do.
“Looks like Gretchen is there talking to them. Something feels off.” Miah starts to walk that way. He counts, oh, twenty or so people? Not a big crowd but big enough. A lot of Gretchen’s crew is watching but… from a distance.
Landing on the ground next to Miah, Brins wings disappear in a heartbeat. For someone who’s mind was broken when he found her, she’s got some very fine control over those powers. Putting a hand on his arm, the small brindle wolf woman, trots next to him and eyes him sideways. “What does feels off, Miah?”
She doesn’t discount his feelings – he’s not gifted like she is but he’s got good instincts, if he let himself trust them.
Her golden eyes scan the crowd and then move to Gretchens crew. The emotions from them are guarded, which is fair. “Miah, can you smell anything?” Her own nose flares as she draws in the scents. “Gretchens people are concerned but not overly yet and apart from that group, there’s nothing else I sense.”
“I’d expect Rico and Morales to be somewhere around…” They help Gretchen manage the stockyard and usually they’re the ones dealing with any trouble. Usually that’s troublesome mutants and not anything else. Honestly stockyards like this one are pretty damn boring. No one comes to a place like this unless they’ve got osmething in mind. It’s all just moving pallets and containers around all day.
As they cover the ground it looks like Gretchen is talking very intensely, maybe heatedly, with a few people in the front of the crowd. Brin can tell a moment before the conversation turns because she can feel a sudden surge of angry indignation right before one of the men in the front slams into the currently locked chain link gate making the whole thing sway. The work crew, already at a distance, starts to nervously eye other ways out. Gretchen herself backs up as several people from the back push forward and start climbing the fence.
“Trouble.” Miah growls as he breaks into a run.
“I haven’t seen them all morning …” Brin murmurs as she glances around the yard carefully. They hadn’t actually been there when they checked in, it’s hard to miss them really.
“Miah …” she says, just before it all happens and instinctively, she pushes a wave of calm out. It’s too late and she’s nowhere near strong or talented enough, to affect such an intense and immediate response.
“Don’t, Miah …” she tries to grab his arm as he runs towards the trouble. She follows, more slowly, plucking at the sleeves to her coat calling the workers as she draws near “Go, if you’re going. Or stay and protect the yard … ”
Gretchen actually trips on something as she backs up and winds up on her backside just as Miah – who is ignoring Brinley for once – runs up and shoulder clocks the first person over the fence right back into it. By this point half of the protest group is on the fence and the other half is trying to break the lock on the gate by shoving it open with main force. The level of anger – and a bit of fear – goes up when the big brown werewolf arrives. He’s going to be surrounded in a minute and Gretchen looks like she might get jumped on if anyone can get past Miah…
The work crew. Most of them scatter. The ones that don’t just stare. It’s like seeing a train wreck, apparently.
Brin hadn’t tried to press Miah, it hadn’t occured to her to do it. She freezes herself when the emotion peaks, breathing heavily but the sight of Miah and Gretchen in trouble snaps her out of it.
“Link arms and hold the line.” She snaps to the workers who’ve remained. She sends a wave of ‘confidence’ towards them as she turns to the crowd at the fence.
“Get back…” the words come out on a growl, but she’s so small, it’s probably laughable. It takes a lot to send the wave of calm in their direction, trying to get them to back off, even as she tries to help Gretchen to her feet.
“Careful!” Gretchen says as Brin helps her up. No her little growl didn’t scare them off but at least the remaining work crew are coming over to help. Ish. Sort of. “One of them might have a-”
There’s a gunshot and Miah lets out a high pitched whine and stumbles back, hand going to his side. He’s shot. It’s impossible to tell how bad but he IS bleeding.
Brin can see the woman responsible. She’s still on the other side of the fence, toward the back.
Her wave of calm just… hits a wall. She’s experienced this before though. This is what it feels like when someone’s phyiology has been tampered with. By, say, drugs of some kind.
“I’ll be careful. See to your people and organise them…” Brin mutters, whining as she feels Miah’s pain. “And see to Miah …” She frowns as her power meets the block.
It can’t be all of them can it? Well, it could be and if it is, that means the Purifiers have some good information.
Her wings form on her back again and lift her up, above the fenceline. Her golden eyes fix on the woman as she moves – not in a straight line, using the cover of pallets and walls as best she can. Hopefully she’s high enough to avoid grabbing hands from beneath as well …
Her claws curl though and Brinley becomes very fixed on her target. She’ll rip the womans eyes out for hurting Miah.
However bad Miah is hit it’s not bad enough to put him down which is a good thing because he gets rushed by about three people before he can make it back to Gretchen. Brin can hear as well as feel the emotional spikes when he starts fighting. This is dangerous, not just physically but if people are filming this…
Brin gets to the gunner before she can take another shot and the two of them go tumbling back from the impact. She’s not especially fit nor is she a very good fighter. And from the way she screams she’s terrified when the flying canine hits her. Terror that Brin can almost taste when she lays into the woman.
It’s not even a thought to Brin about the impact of how Miah, or she, appear when they’re fighting. These people attacked them and they’re within right to protect themselves.
What worries is her the spikes she gets from Miah. She’s said before that his mind is like a shelter for hers – but when he’s affected, it feeds right to her.
Claws rake down the womans face as they tumble. Brin rolls and puts the woman under her, growling with her fangs bared, right into the terrorised womans face. More a wolf than anyone has seen from her since she got there. She slashes the woman others cheek and reaches for the gun that’s landed not far them, playing with it for a moment as she watches her prey.
“Do not hurt my friends …” her voice is rough as she finally empties the magazine and pockets the weapon. The womans terror causing Brin to come out fighting.
Fight or Flight. Brin chose to fight.
She can feel Miah behind her and the terror feeds her worry.
When she looks back she may be somewhat surprised to see the protestors on the other side of the fence climbing back over. She probably WONT be surprised though to see Miah toss one of them over. Which… will hurt. It’s a eight foot drop onto your side. Might break an arm. They’re still shouting angrily. Something about rights and… well it’s all kind of confused. It all gets drowned out anyway when Miah throws his head back and bays.
That gets people really scared. Now fear is the thing Brin can feel most.
Brin turns to look back towards the yard and the woman scampers off, the coppery scent of blood going with her.
The small brindle wolf woman growls and bares her teeth again, eyes widening as the protestors … run. When Miah bays, her muzzle tilts to the sky and she bays too … the wolf more in control than woman.
The fear certainly affects and she snaps and snarls at the protestors if they draw near. Her wings form on her back, lifting her once more towards Miah.
There’s scattered shouting as the protestors run back toward the blocks of apartments and shops near the stockyard. none of them are specially nice. The echoes of Miah’s howl are still ringing when Brin lands near him. His side is bleedinb but it doesn’t seem to be imparing him much. It’s possible that he was just grazed.
“Miah? Brin?” That’s Gretchen who is standing near staring. She’s never seen either of them act this way before.
Brins tails swishes in agitation as she lands, hand reaching to touch Miah’s arm and draw his attention. “Miah… ” she’s still growling but the effects of the fight are fading, she’s fighting for control now against his influence. “… Miah… I need you to come back to me…”
It takes a lot of concentration to send a soothing wave of calm at him. It’s not perfect because Brins still feeling her instinctive side and a small trickle of blood runs from her nose. That hasn’t happened in a while.
“Gretchen …” the wolf womans voice is scratchy and when she turns her golden eyes onto the woman, they’re just a little bit crazed.
Miah starts to calm though it’s a tense, tenuous thing. His breathing gets a bit more even and that wide, wild look leaves his eyes. Brin can feel when he starts to come back.
“Miah… we need to get you looked at.” Gretchen says. “Brin bring him into the office. We’ll call a doctor if we have to.”
She pauses and looks over the two werewolves. “Thank you both, by the way. That would have been bad. I’m going to send some people to look for Rico and Morales. They… should have been here, and now I’m worried.”
“You’re hurt…” Brin looks at Miah, stroking his arm and tilts her chin towards the office. “Let us look at you…” With Miah returning to normal, it’s easier for her to think more clearly and and she rubs her nose on her sleeve.
“You’re welcome, Gretchen. We look after our own …” the small wolf woman answers quietly. “They were blocking my power … I … think they were expecting it. I don’t know. It’s hard to say.” But with Rico and Morales missing, she’d put good money on it. “When Miah’s settled, I’ll go hunting …”
“I’d appreciate it. I’m afraid something might have happened to them.” Gretchen says. Miah doesn’t even think of protesting. He knows he’s hit. He’s still running on adrenaline so he’s not sure how bad yet.
Either way… he’s not getting any of his soup any time soon.