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]

Oh, God.

[The softest whisper, but in the quiet of her room it's audible.

He is a master of control, but he has never been torn away from home like this, he has never been so far away from the wolves who need him, who are dying without him there to at least take their bodies home.

He isn't shaking. He's very still. You could mistake what he's feeling for wonder, unless you saw his face and the grief there.

And the rage.]

[witness_this]

[Ah. She puts him, gently, but firmly, down into one of her chairs.

Furiosa slips away to go get him more water, a glass this time.]

[ukan]

Who did this to us?

[He asks, taking the water when she brings it, and adding very quietly but very earnestly:] Thank you.

[She could have thrown him out by now. Most people would have.]

[witness_this]

The things that have been done to us are different.

[She admits, right away, dropping into a crouch in front of him.]

The man in charge is called the Admiral. The way the system works is, you're here as what's called an 'inmate.' You'll have a few months to get your feet under you, to be okay, and then you'll be assigned what's called a warden. They're here to help.

From there, it's just- a crucible. At the end of it, you- pass on, I think, or else you're ready to go home and try to keep living, or else you become a warden yourself.

[ukan]

[Lark is a lawyer. He knows there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of things he does routinely that are illegal and that would have sent him to jail if he hadn't terrified his clients. If his clients hadn't themselves been criminals.]

To get home, I'm supposed to follow a stranger's moral compass, instead of my own.

[He's not human. He hasn't felt bound by human law in almost twenty years.]

Why are you here?

[witness_this]

Wardens are offered a chance to change something. A deal- save someone, their inmate, and you can change- the world, even.

[Explaining, quietly.]

Some of us need it.

[ukan]

[He takes in her arm. Her posture. It drains some of the confusion from him, even if he doesn't understand any better why he is there.

It lets him turn his focus from himself, for a moment.]

How did you find this Admiral?

[witness_this]

Foggy. I had a punctured lung.

[And dehydration, radiation poisoning, a concussion maybe.]

[ukan]

And the Admiral...saved you?

[There are other questions he's not asking, and he's skilled enough at this to make it obvious he's not asking them despite his curiosity. It's hers to tell, if she wants.]

[witness_this]

He did.

[Agreeing, going to stand by the door.]

You need to find your cabin, and I don't know how to help with that.

[ukan]

[A soft laugh. Cabin? Yeah like he's going to go sleep where people will know where to find him. But he gives her a genuinely grateful nod, and slips out the door.]