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

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

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. ]

[ To his credit, he doesn’t ask what a “garage” is, nor does he ask what the strange vehicle is. Ian simply falls in-step behind Owen, Blue taking up the rear for now. They don’t make it very far out of the ruined garage when the raptor stops to give a warning growl. It’s too little too late, however, and a flashlight beam suddenly flickers to life, shining right in their faces.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man behind the flashlight asks, presumably of Owen, considering Ian and Blue are still mostly obscured behind him. The pirate, however, has decided he’s had enough of this run-and-hide crap, so he draws his pistol (he trusts it more than the weapon Owen gave him), pokes his head around Owen’s side, and fires. The man with the flashlight drops with a startled cry, and Ian has about point-two seconds to feel smugly satisfied before realizing that man was not alone- he had a buddy. A buddy who is bringing his assault rifle to bear.

Ian grabs Owen by the collar and yanks him to the ground, just in time to catch a spray of ammunition himself, right in the chest. He drops to one knee, wheezing, gasping. Gods damn it, he almost wonders if getting fatally wounded hurts worse now. Leave it to the god of death to be cruel in his kindness. Ian can hear the InGen worker swearing to himself, realizing he just pumped their newest “asset” full of lead, and the Raptori tenses and springs forward with all the speed he possesses.

He sweeps around the man, who tries to turn to track him, but he’s too fast. Ian gives a sudden, violent sweep of his tail, catching the man in the belly and sending him careening into a nearby tree. He crumples and does not rise.

That done, Ian drops to a knee again, pressing a hand to his chest. ] Gods, I hate getting shot.

[ So much for no casualties in this little trip out. If they get caught, they're most definitely going to prison.

That thought gets shoved to the back of his head, though, because he saw the way Ian caught that bullet, and Owen tries to steady him, muttering a curse. And then Ian is darting away from him, despite Owen's aborted attempt at calling him back. He catches sight of Blue, who looks equal parts agitated and angry. She recognizes the sound of gunfire, remembers it from the night when that creature appeared and she lost her sisters. That noise meant danger and pain. And these men were aiming their strange weapons at her alpha, trying to hurt him. She lets out a screech, enraged, and speeds past Ian and his assailant; she tackles a third man emerging from the trail ahead who had been alerted by the sound of gunfire. She gores him before he has a chance to fire.

Owen has only a moment to register what the hell just happened, but when Ian drops to a knee, he springs into action, kneeling in front of him and putting his hands on the Raptori's shoulders to help him stay upright. ]

Shit. Let me see.

Stop your fussing. [ Ian holds out a hand, keeping Owen at a distance. ] I’ll be fine. I just need a moment.

[ He stays as he is a moment or two longer, hand pressed over his chest, until at last his breathing evens out. He pulls his hand away. His shirt is punctured and bloody, but the flesh beneath it is completely unscathed. ] What upon the earth do you people make your bullets out of?

Lead. Coated in copper or steel, usually. [ That was probably a rhetorical question, Owen. But, given that Ian jus spontaneously heard himself, we'll cut him some slack. ]

What the hell just happened?

[ That was a rhetorical question, but nevertheless nice information to have. Ian gets to his feet, offering Owen a hand up. ]

I believe I shot at our friends and they shot back. Or did you mean-? [ he makes a vague gesture at his own chest. ] When you accept a job from the god of death, you’re not allowed to die until that job is finished. It’d be a decent enough perk, if not for how much knitting yourself back together hurts.

... Right.

[ he misses the simpler times when walking past an Apatosaurus and clicker-training a squad of Velociraptors was the weirdest part of his day.

And speaking of his former squad, Blue approaches cautiously, blood dripping from her muzzle, and while Owen doesn't have a weak stomach for violence, he resolutely does not turn to see what became of the soldier she attacked. He at least hopes it was quick and painless. ]

I'm noticing your buddy still hasn't pulled you back home, by the way.

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