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

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[enraptored]

Seems so.

[ 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?

[wavewalker]

IF I were a betting man, I would say I have Gatekeeper to thank, though I can't be sure why. Perhaps something to do with your friend Blue.

[enraptored]

Gatekeeper?

[ He wonders if he wants to know, really. ]

Friend of yours, I'm guessing.

[wavewalker]

If one could count the god of death as a friend, then I suppose so. We're on decent terms, at least.

[ he says it somewhat absently as he moves to the wall, tracing a clawed finger over a painting of a raptor. ]

[enraptored]

God of death.

[ 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?

[wavewalker]

[ something about Owen's tone draws the Raptori's attention away from the wall ]

Gods and raptor-people are a bit out of your wheelhouse, I'm guessing.

[enraptored]

Not unless you count an ill-advised marathon of a handful of sci-fi films Netflix has on offer.

[wavewalker]

You can add everything you just said to the list of things to explain to me when we get out of here.

[enraptored]

Noted.

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?

[wavewalker]

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.

[enraptored]

[ He follows his gaze upward, for a moment, then feels silly for doing so. He scrubs his face, trying to gather his wits about him again. ]

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?

[wavewalker]

Positive. The Raptori Council will be clamoring all over each other for the honor of her guardianship.

[enraptored]

You think they can handle her? Chances are pretty high that she'll attack someone.

[wavewalker]

At best? She won't. I think she can tell we're related.

At worst, she mauls someone and they call her a spirited warrior, and opt to give her a wider berth.

[enraptored]

[ He offers a longish pause and a slightly wary look. ]

...That's. An interesting place you come from.

[wavewalker]

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.

[enraptored]

[ 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.

[wavewalker]

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. ]

... I had a feeling she'd find us.

[enraptored]

[ 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. ]

[wavewalker]

[ 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. ]

Hello. Remember me?

[enraptored]

[ 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. ]

-- I'm guessing that means she likes you.

[wavewalker]

[ Ian remains calm as she scopes him out- being nervous will certainly get him nowhere.

It seems he was right. Ha. If only his nestmates could see him now. They'd die of shock. ]

I do like to think I'm rather likable. Now then, we should probably--

[ He's cut short when Blue whips her head towards the door, body tensing again. Ian's hand goes for the hilt of his sword out of habit, and he falls silent to listen.

"The tracks lead this way." "Why the hell would she go to the old park?" "Hell if I know, man. Let's just take a look and get out of here." ]

Gods damn it all. It seems our search for a safe place continues.

[enraptored]

[ Goddammit. Owen can really never catch a break. He can't make out the words, but he at least hears the quiet murmur of voices.

He lets out a low whistle. ]

Blue. Eyes on me.

[ Her head snaps to Owen this time, and she chuffs at him. He can't help the little satisfied smirk that curls his lips, but he smothers it. He makes a demonstrative motion with his arm, directing her down a hall. ]

Go.

[ And she runs full pelt as directed, disappearing around the corner. Owen casts around momentarily before he frees a what might have been a femur from the pile of bones, sliding it through the handles of the door. Then he nods at Ian to follow before he takes off after Blue. ]

[wavewalker]

[ The pieces are falling into place as to why Owen is here in the first place, and it’s clear he cares about Blue, which is enough to make Ian smile, even as he’s being told to run. He takes off down the hall just as the door tires to swing inward, only to be halted by the dinosaur bone there.

Ian keeps his pace closer to that of the human, ending up somewhere between Blue and Owen in the hall. He glances over his shoulder. ] Do you know where this lets out?

[enraptored]

Back exit. Through the garage.

[ And sure enough-- well, the garage has seen better days. Like the main area, it's overgrown and filthy with dirt and grime, but it also has a giant hole where a wall used to be. Blue is waiting for them there, as if awaiting further orders.

At this point, there's really no adequate direction to take them, except away, so Owen just chooses a direction, probably towards the coast, and gestures for them to follow. ]