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Who: BlackArachnia, Geddoe, Hiruma?, Josh Newmen, Miles Edgeworth, Remus Lupin
When: 28 April. While everything else ever is going on too.
Where: Riverdale, Bronx, The City.
Summary: Moony has a night on the town. Hiruma watches. A few of our heroes don't think this is a good idea and someone else get themselves into their own brand of trouble. Edgeworth also makes a surprise appearance at the end.
Warnings: Werewolves, lightning, swords, spiders, bats, and shenanigans.
Format: Para to start. Whatever works after that.
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The door shuddered as he slammed against it with his shoulder and side, claws tearing at the wood, forcing splinters up into the rough paw pads. Falling back, he paced from one end to the other, eyes far too human constantly on the door, snarling as he left red prints across the concrete floor. Another short growl and the there was a dull crack and creak of metal and wood as it threatened to give.

He didn't want to be trapped, the smell of humans in the very walls of this place making him violent, forcing him to tear into himself to sate the hunger. Tired of biting and scratching himself in favor of those above. The metal hinges stretched under the force of his body and he scrambled, clawing and shoving to make them snap, to push the door open. There was a great, low groan and the hinges gave, the door thudding back and down into the grass, freeing him from his self-made prison.

All thoughts of the people above were forgotten as he stepped out into the moonlight, lean muscle moving beneath a layer of thick brown, almost red, and grey fur, the same color and texture as his hair. Large paws left prints in the dirt. Breaking free of the backyard was easier, a long leap over the too low fence as the Rhodesian Ridgeback watched - there was no reason to harm the too friendly canine - and he sniffed the air before disappearing back into the shadows as he ran.

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Getting adjusted to living with so many others wasn't going so well with Blackarachnia. So she'd decided a walk would be best. She'd ended up in the park. She always ended up there.

For the longest time she sat on one of the benches and stared up the at the clear night sky. As it got later she finally decided to head back to Autobase. Autobase. She snorted. That was a silly thing to call the apartment but it was fitting.

The femme decided to take the long way back. If she ran into any trouble along the way she could handle it.

The smell wasn't human, not completely, but it would do, having already been forced to flee from a group of them carrying weapons. The human mind beneath everything else did recognize them and the flight instinct had taken precedence. But this one was alone.

He kept off the path, tracking her quietly as she walked down the path, keeping just out of the light whenever it was possible. It wouldn't be long.

For the past thousand years Blackarachnia had grown accustom to being the hunter. But she also knew what it felt like to be hunted. She stopped in her tracks and looked around, certain there was something there.

After a moment she shook her head and continued her trek, however her senses were on high alert. If only she were still techno-organic. She could easily scan the area for any threat. Then again if she were still herself not much on this planet would be a threat to her.

It was that inability to scan the area that gave him the advantage as he continued to stalk her for just a little longer, staying perfectly still when she stopped. Then, she moved again and an instant later, he lunged, aiming low to knock her down, ready to bite once he had her down onto the ground. Easy prey.

Blackarachnia saw it too late. If she'd been looking in the right place she could have easily jumped out of the way but she was never that lucky.

The femme hit the ground with a long, threatening hiss. She scrambled to get away. To get back on her feet.

Jaw snapped, close to her face, but not near enough to bite, growling as claws scrambled to better their purchase, to keep her on the ground instead of allowing her escape.

She hissed again and shoved at the beast, trying to get it off of her. If only she could get her legs up under it she thought then she'd be able to throw if off of her.

She also thought that perhaps she could poison it but she could discern where she'd hit flesh if she did attempt to bite.

There's a second where the struggling and the human instinct give her the advantage, but it doesn't last long before he lunges again, unwilling to give up so easily.

Blackarachnia does her best to get away in that short moment. She kicked and hissed at the beast.

And then she remembered she has webbing. She cursed her human form for panicking. She shot some webbing at the creature, aiming to seal it's mouth or tangle it's legs.

It worked far better than he'd have liked, swiping furiously at his snout to pull it off, backing off finally, the kicking making his side and legs hurt where it had landed.

Shaking his head back and forth, he attempted to knock back into her, some of the webbing coming loose, but not nearly enough to free his jaw. Biting may have been out of the picture now, but killing was not.

Day or night didn't matter to Geddoe, he would roam the city whenever he felt like it, familiarizing himself with the layout and doing his best to understand the culture and customs by observing. Tonight, particularly, was a good night to be out. A brief discussion over the device with the thing in the machine frustrated him, making him antsy and unsettled and sending him roaming again.

Those long legs and worn boots were used to hiking. Miles would go by before he even looked up to get his bearings sometimes. Geddoe was starting to explore further and further from his home base, and there were fewer vehicles to avoid at night. He liked the residential neighborhoods better anyway, where the houses were dark and quiet and the night air was filled with the scent of blossoming trees. And so he roamed, his good eye adjusting to the dim half-light that permeated the nights of this city.

Josh wasn't exactly out wandering aimlessly around, but he wasn't exactly out patrolling either. Scatty didn't like it when he went out looking for trouble and Josh knew that his abilities and skills didn't exactly lend themselves to everyday crime fighting. Still, it was good to get out and do some scouting at night and get a feel for things.

When he was out and about he spotted what could only be another imPort. Large, muscled, carrying a sword, and dressed in armor from another time definitely screamed "Not from this universe or a got lost at the Ren Faire."

"Hey!" Josh called out, waving a hand to the other man as he checked the road before crossing over to the other side. "You're another imPort, right?"

Geddoe paused under a street lamp, glancing over his left shoulder. Few people talked like that, so he guessed he was the one being addressed. He let the kid approach before responding. "You could say that," he murmured blandly. "Is there something you want?"

Oh, one of those types. Josh hoped this wasn't going to be a repeat of the Mytho incident where the guy only said short, basic sentences and seemed oblivious of social customs. Of course, he could have just thought Josh was an annoying kid.

"Just to introduce myself," he said. "I'm Josh Newman."

The mercenary captain sized him up before responding. "Geddoe," he said simply.

There was a bit of a pause, while his good eye narrowed. "It's late. Some particular reason you're out and about?"

"Nice to meet you, Geddoe," Josh said, giving a bit of a smile. The other man was a bit intimidating so it was hard to keep a cheerful expression.

"Just taking a look around. Hey, are you from a time where swords are typical weapons?" he asked.

The abrupt question made Geddoe blink, vaguely taken aback for a moment. "Time? I don't know. Place, yes." He set a hand on the hilt of Wild Geese, as if subtly protecting it from any potential questions. Young boys and "can I touch it?" were a universal phenomenon, though where Geddoe came from, most boys Josh's age had picked up a sword at least once. In fact, by the looks of him, he had to be about Hugo's age - and Hugo was chieftain of his tribe.

"Oh, mine is unusual for my time," Josh said, thumbing over his shoulder to indicate the sword that was strapped there. He would draw it to show the other man but he didn't want the guy to think it a threatening gesture.

"My world is like this one, only without all the people from other dimensions and stuff. Swords are considered outdated, mostly."

Geddoe was, actually, interested in the fact that he carried a blade. For all the talk about swords and magic being strange to this world, there were plenty of people popping up around him that knew their way around one or both. His eyebrow twitched. "Do you know how to use it?" he asked, slightly skeptical. "And use it well."

"I know how to use it," Josh said with a nod. He had come a long, long way in learning how to use it the past few months, but he also knew he had a long way to go. As Scatty had shown him, it was a discipline that you could spend several lifetimes mastering.

"But I don't know about well. I'm still learning, really."

Josh didn't add that with Clarent, sometimes that didn't make any difference and the sword did the work itself.

"Mm." Humble and realistic. Geddoe could appreciate that. He nodded slowly. "Don't rush it. It's the hasty ones who end up getting killed first."

Somewhere a block or two over, a police siren whooped to break the otherwise quiet night. Unused to the sound, Geddoe jumped a bit, his hand tightening on the sword's hilt. But there was nothing immediately in their vicinity that looked or sounded like trouble, so he relaxed and cursed himself inwardly for startling like that.

"Well, back home it's kind of a learn or die type of situation," Josh confessed. Granted, Scatty and Flammel were there to protect him, but he wasn't sure how much he trusted Flammel and Scatty couldn't always be there.

When the siren sounded and the other man jumped a bit, Josh's hand automatically went to his sword, just in case. It was weird to think how is reflexes had changed in the last few months.

"But I have a really good teacher, she really knows what she's doing."

After the woman had disappeared somehow, he had moved on, angry and confused by how easily she had escaped. He hadn't hunted in too long, muscles and instinct unwilling to work properly. Or perhaps the human mind was interfering when it shouldn't. Shaking his head, he sniffed the ground curiously, ears perking up at the sound of voices not too far off, hiding when the sirens came closer, remembering the men in blue that had tried to shoot him.

He took his time, moving carefully toward them until both came into view. Two and both with weapons, but he was hungry, still tired and dazed from whatever the woman had done when she touched him, and the risk of injury didn't dissuade him from growling low at them from beneath the safety of the low hanging branches of a tree.

Geddoe gave another grunt, vaguely curious at a world where swords were outdated and yet that necessary to learn to use. "I see. Your teacher is here, or...?"

The growl was a far more familiar sound, to a man who spent a good part of his life living off the land in survival situations. Rather than startle this time, his right hand went to Wild Geese's hilt and he whipped around sharply, squinting into the darkness. "There's something there," he said in a low, dangerous tone.

"Yeah, she's here in the-"

As soon as Josh heard the growl, he drew out Clarent and went into a defensive stance with a speed and fluidity that would have made Scathach proud.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

Neither had to wait very long as he moved slowly toward them, exposing himself to the bright streetlight. To most anyone, he would appear like a wolf, but it would take a much closer examination to tell the differences. Muscle and sinew moved fluidly beneath skin and fur, watching the blade as he remained low to the ground, ready to attack at the slightest hesitation.

Wild Geese whispered from its scabbard, and Geddoe put himself ahead of the kid out of instinct. "Wolf..." he said, with some questioning inflection. "I didn't know any would come into a city like this..."

He didn't notice much difference at the moment. It was dark, and he had but one eye. It looked very much like a wolf he was used to - a Shadow Dog, much larger and meaner than base mountain wolves. Geddoe didn't glance back at Josh but spoke over his shoulder. "Looks like you're going to get a chance to show me how you use that thing, after all."

"That is a seriously big wolf," Josh said, sidestepping to the big man's left side and starting to circle the wolf. He wondered how something like that got so far into the City.

"Maybe it escaped from the zoo or something like that."

Looking between the two, he sized them up, quickly deciding that the smaller was obviously the weaker of the two. Less experienced, more likely to go down after being bitten once. Much easier prey than the female earlier.

The growling stopped and it was the only warning either had before he dodged to take down the younger, aiming to knock his legs out from beneath him or to drag him down by his arm.

If Josh hadn't been training against someone like Scatty, he might have been dead. Fortunately, Josh is used to dealing with people who were super-humanly fast.

Josh sprung to his left and rolled, doing is best to keep his sword between him and the wolf. Even so, he might not be getting out of this uninjured.

As a fighter, Geddoe was not agile but he could be fast if needed. He lunged sideways, attempting to get between the wolf and the boy before any damage could be done. It was his off side, though, necessitating some serious footwork to bring his sword to bear. Realizing he wasn't going to get between them, Geddoe changed tactic at the last second and charged the wolf directly, swinging Wild Geese in low and fast from his right.

Claw scratched at the pavement and he turned, more graceful than any real wolf might have been, keeping on his feet despite the hard miss that had come from the desperate lunge at the boy. He needed a better tactic, but the human intelligence rarely worked on these nights, giving the other two an advantage over him.

The charge came unexpectedly and Moony scrambled back and out of the way, the edge of the blade cutting a fine line across his snout. Blood welled up quickly, staining his teeth and mouth as he whined in pain, shaking his head furiously.

The boy was still close and brown eyes caught the light as he darted toward him again.

Full moon nights were just too beautiful to pass up. Hiruma didn't patrol as much any more, but he still flew every single night. It was freedom and it was glory and it was one of the best damn feelings ever. Wind in his fur, the smells of the City in his nose and the moonlight reflecting off the windows of the tall buildings of the urban jungle.

But it was time for a break. Flying was extremely energy dependent, and Hiruma needed to keep his vigor up to stay in the air. This time he alighted on a building in the Riverdale section of the Bronx and took an apple from the sachel at his side. He could (and did) eat the whole thing in one bite. But a human scream, a curious sound and a very strange smell assaulted his senses. He turned his ears like radar dishes, finding the source of the noise; the street below. A woman had barely managed to dive out of the way of... a wolf?

No, that wasn't just a wolf. A normal human would think so. But a bat? Could smell the difference. This wolf was not like Saitou's wolf form, natural and earthy in scent. This creature was somehow eldritch, eerie, unnatural.

He watched the wolf, then looked up at the sky. Full moon, of course. And with George gone... it could only be one person. A toothy smile spread across his maw and the bat took off after the wolf, keeping him within sight by running along the edges of the buildings and gliding from roof top to roof top. A little more observation... but it seemed like Ruffles would want to know about this little... mishap.

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Part the First: Moony and BlackArachnia

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and a short tag because i fail

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Part the Second: Moony, Geddoe, and Josh

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/drops back into this log sorry guys

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hey, I was gone too

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/slides in here

Part the Third: Moony/Remus and Miles