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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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"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.

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/drops back into this log sorry guys

no worries

hey, I was gone too

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