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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[ukan]

[He goes still. Takes a short, steadying breath.]

I don't know what you mean.

[tucky]

... You know we're on a spaceship yet?

[ukan]

[No. No he did not.]

Holy shit.

[He looks at her quick, expecting a grin, a mocking laugh because he believed her.]

[tucky]

Do you wanna go out onto the deck?

[She gestures to the door.]

it's kinda hard to take in at first, but...

[ukan]

[He looks at her, at the door, and back, and nods.

And hesitates.]

How much fun will you make of me if I pass out up there?

[tucky]

None. Promise.

[She totally means that, too.]

[ukan]

[He relaxes a little, and gives her a soft smile. He thinks he's prepared for the deck; he doesn't know how wrong he is, yet.]

I wouldn't blame you if you did.

How long was it before you were used to all this?

[tucky]

[She starts slowly walking towards the door to the deck, but she won't open it; he can do that himself, when he's ready.]

I'm still not used to it.

[ukan]

[A small laugh]

You're good at hiding it if you feel like I do.

[Okay. Deep breath. He opens the door and can't quite make it through the doorway at first. It's breathtaking, and yes, it makes him incredibly dizzy- the adrenaline crash isn't helping. He gropes for something to hold onto, because he wants to get closer but doesn't really want to fall over.]

[tucky]

We ain't out there yet.

[And when they are, she sticks close to the Barge wall.]

Here.

[She holds out her arm when she sees him struggling.]

[ukan]

[He takes it gratefully, holding tight to her like she'll keep him from toppling over the side no matter how far it is.]

I can see how you wouldn't get used to this.

[tucky]

Sometimes I feel brave enough to walk up to the railing. Sometimes I don't.

And it always makes me a little dizzy. You dizzy?

[ukan]

[He laughs, a little breathless with it all]

I quit drinking years ago but this is how I felt when I had absinthe.

...What's the railing view like?

[tucky]

Scary.

There's nothing under us. Just space.

[ukan]

[It stops his breath to think of, and then he looks at her, searching her face a moment]

If we walk over there- we'll keep each other from falling, right?

[tucky]

And there's a force field too. If we fell we'd bounce right back up.

[ukan]

What, like a trampoline?

[God, maybe there's still some kid in him after all.]

Would it hurt?

[tucky]

I don't know.

... I floated out there once, with Iris, when the gravity wasn't working. It didn't hurt - we just kinda touched it and bounced back. It was still scary, though.

[ukan]

If I jump, would you jump with me?

[he asks this as he presses himself back against the wall, afraid but grinning]

[tucky]

[She looks at him, stricken.]

You serious?

I don't wanna jump!

[ukan]

[He's about 90% sure he knows what's going on now. The Marines were shooting tranq darts as well as live rounds; Lark must have been hit and had a bad reaction. Either he wakes up when he jumps, or...or this is real. It's worth the risk to find out.]

Would you do me a favor, then?

Would you stay here, and see if I come back?

[tucky]

... You're gonna do it.

[OH LAWD]

You sure?

[ukan]

[A nervous glance at the railing, and then he nods.]

I'll let you know what I find.

[Or he'll wake up and tear apart some guard. Either way, it's better than not knowing, so he runs, and he vaults the railing, and he falls.

As far as fear goes it's a little under the sensation of having his DNA changed, but a lot worse than being shot at. Go figure.

Even when he bounces, hard, it takes a moment to realize he hasn't died.]

[tucky]

[She jumps out of the way when he comes flying back up, but lets out a relieved breath.]

You okay?

[ukan]

[He is sprawled and pushes himself up onto his elbows, bewildered and hurt, though not exactly physically.

He had been so sure-

And his options now are to lose it, throw himself over and over at the nearest escape, or he can laugh and pretend.

He laughs. He pretends.]

Just like a trampoline.