[ The place he has in mind isn't too far from the coast, but it's likely to be far from InGen's search area. The building is overgrown, reclaimed by the jungle after over twenty years of disuse. The double doors part to reveal a large room. Vines cling to the walls and hang from the ceiling. The floor has been taken over by different types of plants, but is otherwise covered in dirt and dust.
It's only now that Owen finally brings out his flashlight, flicking it on to provide some light. Mostly for himself, of course; he assumes, given Ian's ancestry, he must have better night vision than him. ]
The main building of what used to be Jurassic Park. Was on its way to being a huge hit, before the dinosaurs got out and ate a few people.
[ He pauses, casting his light around. There's what looks like a banner on the floor, torn to pieces. ]
This island used to be an amusement park. Extinct animals brought back to life to entertain folks at a premium. Was supposed to imbue people with a sense of humility and wonder. Mostly people wanted to see giant monsters roaming the Earth.
You can probably figure out why the place got shut down the second time around.
Question still stands, though. What makes you think your Gatekeeper friend can return you home, if they were the one to bring you here in the first place?
If he sent me here, it only follows he can bring me back. He is a god, after all.
I'm already in his employ, as it were, so I assume this is his way of avoiding contracting someone else for this little errand. Whatever its true purpose may be.
[ He glances toward the ceiling, and his tone gets stern, if slightly exasperated ] A little direction now and again would be nice. That's all I'm saying.
You have to understand, my kind treat the Old Ones as deities. To actually come face-to-face with one... they'd treat her with great care and respect, but they would also not forget that she needs space. That she needs to hunt and to run, and to defend herself if necessary.
She is what we were, and Raptori don't forget that.
[ Another pause, but a considering one, rather than a bemused one. At length, he offers a nod, though given reluctantly. The guy could very well be talking out of his ass, but Owen doesn't get that sense -- and he typically imagines himself to be a good judge of character. ]
Granted, this all depends on us actually being able to track her, avoid detection from InGen, and managing to get the both of you some place safe enough for your-- [ He waves a hand vaguely. ] --God. Friend. Boss. Whatever. To zap you back.
Well... I've faced worse odds and come out on top.
[ He flashes Owen a grin, though it quickly falls from his face, and his ears give the slightest twitch. ]
Someone's at the door.
[ And sure enough, a moment later there's a scuffling sound coming from the doors. One door nudges inward slightly, and Blue's muzzle pokes through the gap, sniffing the air. ]
[ At that little bit of information, he brings the assault rifle around. If it's one of the InGen troops, he'd prefer not to hurt anyone -- but he doubts they have any such compunctions. Better to look threatening and bluff than go quietly.
But the light scratching is slightly familiar, and he lowers the gun, watching as Blue parts the door further, stepping into the room, crouched low and casting a wary eye at the two of them. Her sickle claw clicks sharply against the floor, agitated, as she surveys her environment.
Owen's shape must remind her of the InGen soldiers milling around outside, and she snarls, lip curling away from razor-sharp teeth. ]
--Easy, Blue. Easy.
[ He carefully puts the assault rifle on the ground, keeps his other weapons holstered as he puts up his hands. She sniffs at the air again, and she seems to recognize him at last, though her gaze swivels to Ian. Her head tilts to one side, curious as she approaches. ]
[ Ian, for his own part, remains where he is, watching as Blue seems to settle a little. So she does know this man- what a fortunate set of circumstances.
Then she's approaching him, nostrils flaring. He'd admit, he doesn't know what to do to earn an Old One's trust, but he's hoping he's not so removed from her family tree that she sees him as Kin more than dinner.
He can't die, but that doesn't mean that getting mauled hurts any less.
So he cautiously holds out a hand to her as she approaches. ]
[ Her head tilts again, the opposite direction this time. There's no malice in her stance, and she lacks the restrained, tense air she had only moments ago as she stepped through the door, all coiled muscles ready to spring at a moment's notice.
Ostensibly it's because there's something she recognizes, now -- the man who raised her, obviously, but maybe she recognizes something in Ian. Something familiar.
She sniffs at his hand, and Owen-- doesn't freeze, exactly, but his body stills. He waits, watching the exchange between the two of them and really hopping this doesn't end in a spray of blood. But once Blue has picked up Ian's scent, she does little more than rock back on her heels, glancing between Owen and the pirate with curiosity. She chatters softly. ]
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It's only now that Owen finally brings out his flashlight, flicking it on to provide some light. Mostly for himself, of course; he assumes, given Ian's ancestry, he must have better night vision than him. ]
Should be alright here, for now.
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What is this place?
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[ He pauses, casting his light around. There's what looks like a banner on the floor, torn to pieces. ]
This island used to be an amusement park. Extinct animals brought back to life to entertain folks at a premium. Was supposed to imbue people with a sense of humility and wonder. Mostly people wanted to see giant monsters roaming the Earth.
You can probably figure out why the place got shut down the second time around.
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Every Raptori I know would throw a fit at the mere mention of such blasphemy. It seems we never got the chance to exist here.
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[ He turns the light back to Ian, though he's mindful to avoid flashing it directly into the guy's eyes. ]
Really no idea how you ended up here, huh?
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[ He wonders if he wants to know, really. ]
Friend of yours, I'm guessing.
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[ he says it somewhat absently as he moves to the wall, tracing a clawed finger over a painting of a raptor. ]
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[ Owen is starting to feel that strange, out of body sensation when a guy knows he is entirely out of his depth. ]
Whatever you say, pal.
They gonna just zap you back home, once you wrap up whatever it is you're meant to do here?
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Gods and raptor-people are a bit out of your wheelhouse, I'm guessing.
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Question still stands, though. What makes you think your Gatekeeper friend can return you home, if they were the one to bring you here in the first place?
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I'm already in his employ, as it were, so I assume this is his way of avoiding contracting someone else for this little errand. Whatever its true purpose may be.
[ He glances toward the ceiling, and his tone gets stern, if slightly exasperated ] A little direction now and again would be nice. That's all I'm saying.
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So we track down Blue. You take her to-- wherever the hell it is you're from. You sure she's gonna be safe there?
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At worst, she mauls someone and they call her a spirited warrior, and opt to give her a wider berth.
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...That's. An interesting place you come from.
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She is what we were, and Raptori don't forget that.
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Granted, this all depends on us actually being able to track her, avoid detection from InGen, and managing to get the both of you some place safe enough for your-- [ He waves a hand vaguely. ] --God. Friend. Boss. Whatever. To zap you back.
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[ He flashes Owen a grin, though it quickly falls from his face, and his ears give the slightest twitch. ]
Someone's at the door.
[ And sure enough, a moment later there's a scuffling sound coming from the doors. One door nudges inward slightly, and Blue's muzzle pokes through the gap, sniffing the air. ]
... I had a feeling she'd find us.
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But the light scratching is slightly familiar, and he lowers the gun, watching as Blue parts the door further, stepping into the room, crouched low and casting a wary eye at the two of them. Her sickle claw clicks sharply against the floor, agitated, as she surveys her environment.
Owen's shape must remind her of the InGen soldiers milling around outside, and she snarls, lip curling away from razor-sharp teeth. ]
--Easy, Blue. Easy.
[ He carefully puts the assault rifle on the ground, keeps his other weapons holstered as he puts up his hands. She sniffs at the air again, and she seems to recognize him at last, though her gaze swivels to Ian. Her head tilts to one side, curious as she approaches. ]
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Then she's approaching him, nostrils flaring. He'd admit, he doesn't know what to do to earn an Old One's trust, but he's hoping he's not so removed from her family tree that she sees him as Kin more than dinner.
He can't die, but that doesn't mean that getting mauled hurts any less.
So he cautiously holds out a hand to her as she approaches. ]
Hello. Remember me?
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Ostensibly it's because there's something she recognizes, now -- the man who raised her, obviously, but maybe she recognizes something in Ian. Something familiar.
She sniffs at his hand, and Owen-- doesn't freeze, exactly, but his body stills. He waits, watching the exchange between the two of them and really hopping this doesn't end in a spray of blood. But once Blue has picked up Ian's scent, she does little more than rock back on her heels, glancing between Owen and the pirate with curiosity. She chatters softly. ]
-- I'm guessing that means she likes you.
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