spam; the last journal post

[ukan]

[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-

But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]



[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

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YAY TACKLING

[mistconduct]

[At least Lassie is better behaved. Chris huffs and puts Bowie over his shoulder, holding the wriggling dog there with one arm as he looks down at Lark, tilting his head]

Uh. Hey.

Hey! Anyone lose a dog? Or a...coyote?

This better not be more Enclosure shit, I swear to god..

[ukan]

[Lark bounces a little, accidentally splattering some blood oops, and tugs at Chris's pant leg.

No, Chris, don't call people. Don't you just want to keep this wonderful coyote-dog for yourself?]

[mistconduct]

Jesus fuck...

[Chris crouches down to Lark's level, setting his hand on the wolf's head and trying to look at where he's bleeding]

Poor dog. Fuck.

How pissed are the infirmary people gonna be if I bring them a dog, is the question..

No collar, awesome.

C'mon, pup. Follow the leader.

[ukan]

[The thing is, he normally wouldn't. Infirmary means inspections and he only barely dodged getting neutered and getting found out by a vet a few months ago.

But Chris smells- well he's not sure what to call it. He's never seen Chris before, he's sure of that. But something about him makes Lark follow anyway, on the vague belief that it will be okay.]

[mistconduct]

[Happy that the wolf seems to listen to him - and still trying to calm down the frantic Pomeranian over his shoulder - Chris with an armful of dog begins escorting Lark upstairs to the infirmary]

Good boy. Good boy...

[He leads the way down, dropping his yappy puppy onto a bed and sitting down beside him, coaxing Lark over]

Hey! Anyone around? Can someone take a look at this dog?

[ukan]

[He takes a few cautious steps, looking over his shoulders and growling anxiously.

The vet was bad enough, degrading enough, that he'd thought it was the worst it could get. But now he's faced with the prospect of being cut up while he's still alive-

Burying his head against Chris shouldn't help, but does.]

[mistconduct]

Aw, buddy, no..

[Chris trails off when he feels the wolf nuzzling up against him. He lifts up his arm so Lark can properly bury his head, and wraps it around the furry scruff for additional protection]

Hey, it's okay, it's cool. Don't freak out, we're gonna get you help.

[ukan]

[He wishes there was a way to explain without giving away that he understands every word and even knows the names of a lot of the things he's seeing here.

But when he looks up at Chris and is hit with something like deja vu, maybe his expression betrays him anyway.]

[mistconduct]

[He raises his hand to scratch the wolf behind his ear, but he pauses, struck by the intelligent look the wild animal is giving him.

It's been a year - longer - since he saw Lark, but the eyes are always the same.

He sets his hand back down on the bed, looking thunderstruck]

Holy shit. You look just like..

[ukan]

[It's the expression: Chris, a little less self-assured, reminds him of the Chris he had known. He can't remember a name or specifics, only that Chris is a safe person.

He has to be going crazy.

He pushes himself up onto his hind legs, bad leg or no, and pushes his front paws onto Chris's chest, to get a closer look at him. To be ready to bite, if this is a trick.]

[mistconduct]

Fuck-!

[Startled, Chris goes still out of instinct, freezing up in fear as the wolf nears him with his sharp teeth and powerful jaw. His hands are up, as he looks anxiously to the big dopey St. Bernard whining at his feet]

Okay. Okay. Please, ow, that hurts. C'mon boy, get down..

[ukan]

[he knows Chris, though. Nothing else is clear, but Chris is. And Lark can feel something amiss, is changing back to human before he can even register what's happening]

[mistconduct]

[There's a second or two of fear as the wolf begins changing, and Chris isn't sure whether to run or yell for help or try to fight off this thing...


...and then it turns into a form that's not only welcoming, but familiar. In muted shock, Chris looks up at the human male, before letting out a high-pitched shriek and leaping off the bed to tackle Lark in a tight hug]

No fucking way!!

[ukan]

[Lark holds on tight enough he might bruise Chris, but he's laughing in utter shock]

Where have you been?

[mistconduct]

[He gives a slight gasp of pain, eyes watering a little, but Chris doesn't seem to mind too much; his own arms are wrapped tightly around the Pack Leader]

The fuck do you mean? I've been here! Where else would I be?

Fuck it, where have you been?! Did you just get here? Holy fuck.

[ukan]

Just now. We were in a war, and Chris, I almost had the son of a bitch.

Where is everyone?

[mistconduct]

God damn..

[He lets go but only reluctantly, sliding away from Lark to drop down on the bed again, looking up at the man adoringly]

Uhm, you mean Jesse and Arya? Graduated. They're off running their new lives. Jesse has a son, he's so fucking cute you wouldn't believe. They show up every time the comms glitch.

[ukan]

[Lark is grinning so much it hurts]

Good. His son's a lucky baby. How old?

[And, because this means a lot of uncertainty for him in the moment:] Is Arya all right? Does she ever come by?

[mistconduct]

I dunno, two? Gotta be two by now. Every time I see him the time's different. He could be older by now. His name's Mikey.

Arya's good. I mean, she graduated and skipped town, but we don't really talk much. Last time I talked to Jesse was a year ago.

[ukan]

Looks like it's just us then, huh? [He gives him a pointed look: Your turn.] Fill me in.

[mistconduct]

[He grins, sitting back on the bed]

Not really a lot to say. I graduated, I mean. And I went home, and lost my legs, which, not cool. But I got a pair of all-new metal legs.

Cassel and me are still together. Had a first inmate, Slevin, and he graduated and I got my deal. Had a second inmate, lost him to whatever fucked-up magic the Barge is under. Now I'm just chilling with my third. Motherfucking Victor Creed if you believe that. It's why I smell so bad.

[ukan]

[He laughs]

Please. You always smelled bad.

How is Cassel? I can't believe your relationship has lasted longer than all of mine put together.

[mistconduct]

Wow. Wow. I take serious offense to that statement.


He's good. Or he would be, if my fucking inmate would leave him the hell alone.

[ukan]

[He looks at Chris, doesn't ask if he's 'okay' because, come on now. It's Victor Creed, if he's not leaving someone alone then it's pretty bad.]

Does Victor still have his powers?

[mistconduct]

Not after he fucked with Cassel. I killed them for him.