pullmeoutalive | RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

I may be removed from her by millennia, but I’m no less a hunter. [ And he taps a finger to the side of his nose for emphasis. ] I’ll find her, provided she doesn’t find us first.

And provided you don't run into a tree before you find your glasses.

All I ask is that you have some mercy on the poor, blind Raptori should he accidentally smack you with his tail. [ “Accidentally”.

He heads further into the trees, pausing every now and then to get his bearings. It’s been a long while since the men who captured him carted him to the camp, but the scents are still lingering. Eventually they come to a large tree, and Ian shimmies up the trunk with surprising skill, vanishing into the branches. A few moments later, he drops back down to the ground, fully dressed, glasses secure on his face, a sword and a simple flintlock pistol hanging from his belt. ]

I feel so much better now.

[ Owen's gaze drops to the gun and sword. His tone is a little more than sardonic. ]

Yeah. Same here.

Where to now? You got a helicopter stashed up here somewhere? Hang glider?

Considering I don’t know what a “helicopter” is, I’m going to say no.

This is about where the Old One and I parted ways. She headed that way. [ He points. ] We may have to do a little looking before I can pick up her trail, considering it’s been several days. Do you have any other snide comments to add or can we go?

[ A pause. Then, ]

Blue. Her name is Blue.

Go on, then.

[ That… actually makes Ian pause. His expression loses its edge of annoyance, and he regards Owen levelly. (Well, as levelly as he can at 5’5”.) ]

Tell me honestly, what is she to you?

[ Owen returns the gaze easily enough. He's stared down four a full-fledged Velociraptors and survived an Indominus Rex. He can certainly maintain eye contact with some short, near-sighted raptor hybrid with a weird shock of blonde hair. ]

I just feel responsible for her. That's all you need to know.

[ or it's all he feels like sharing. ]

I'm just here to make sure she's alright.

[ He keeps his gaze on the man a moment longer, looking for a hint of a lie. He finds none, and that seems to mollify him for the moment. ] She seemed to be fine when I ran into her. Let’s hope that after capturing me, those men abandoned their search for her.

[ There's a definite shift there, small as it is, and Owen lets some of the tension drain from his shoulders.]

They hurt you at all? Or was it just a lot of poking and prodding?

I wouldn’t let anyone get close enough to touch me. Though, it’s difficult to say what they did to me while I was unconscious, but probably nothing more than “poking and prodding”, as you put it.

If they’d truly put me under the knife, I think things would have gone much differently.

Yeah. I imagine they'd be trying to replicate you and get you on tv as a modern scientific marvel.

And what is... "teevee"?

[ You know, there was a time when Owen thought his life couldn't get any weirder than training formerly extinct animals that could tear through his flesh like paper.

Those were simpler times. ]

Don't worry about it. I'll explain some other time.

If we're being perfectly honest, I haven't understood half of the things I've seen since I've been here, so why start now?

Tell you what. I'll explain whatever you like, once I check on Blue and get the hell out of this place in once piece.

Will I finally get to know your name as well?

Only if you behave yourself and do as I say.

[ It's at about that point that Owen notices the flicker of a light beam, and straining his ears, he hears the sound of low conversation. He grabs Ian by the elbow, pulling him into some bushes. Owen brings a finger to his lips, which is a little redundant as the voices come closer. ]

[ Ian doesn't have to be told twice to hide- though, of all the things he didn't understand, he really meant to ask Owen what a "thermal reading" is, because as the men approach, they start tossing those words around again. ]

[ Ah, shit.

There's nothing he can do about that. Owen turns to Ian and holds up a hand and curls it into a fist -- a hand motion to freeze -- because one of the two men glances down at his wrist and turns to face them directly. ]

Whoever's there--

[ --is all he gets out before Owen jumps from their hiding place, tackling him to the ground. The second man struggles to bring his assault rifle around, but Owen's on him quickly enough, grabbing the strap of his gun and yanking. Owen gets control of the rifle as the man stumbles and uses the butt of the weapon to land a heavy blow on each man's head, knocking them unconscious.

He goes still, listening for movement or anything that would signal that the commotion was overheard. Silence is the only thing that greets him, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

Picking up one of the men by his ankles, he starts dragging his unconscious form toward the bushes. ]

Grab the other guy, would you?

[ Ian has to admit, that was impressive. He’s no stranger to what a human warrior can do- he’s got a fair few humans on his crew back home- but it’s nice to know just what his companion is capable of.

He steps out from his hiding place and grabs the other man by the back of the tactical vest he’s wearing and drags him, one-handed, into the foliage, dumping him unceremoniously next to his friend. ]

They keep talking about “thermal readings”, and I assume that’s how they keep finding me. What is that? Can we guard against it?

[ Right. Part raptor. It would logically follow that the guy was strong. Owen looks thoughtful for a moment, then, ]

Easiest way to do it is find something big and solid to hide behind. Rocks are best. Trees a close second.

I'll bear that in mind.

We should get moving. There's liable to be more of them, and if they've caught up it means we've dawdled for too long.

[ He nods once, shouldering one of the men's rifles. He hesitates as he picks up the second man's weapon, but he tosses it to Ian all the same. He'll have to keep a closer eye on him, now that Owen has armed him with something more appropriate for this century, but they're both in the same boat, as far as Owen's concerned. At least for now. ]

Automatic weapon. It'll serve you a lot better than the antique you've got there. [ Which he punctuates with a sharp nod to Ian's pistol. ]

Lead the way.

[ He takes a moment to inspect the rifle. At least the trigger is fairly straightforward. He can probably figure it out from there.

Probably. ]

Thank you. I think.

[ He slings the rifle over his shoulder, and after scenting the air again, he starts off into the trees. It isn't long, however, until more flashlight beams start to cut through the darkness. ]

... There's no end to these fellows, is there?

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