Riley Samson (
undomesticated) wrote in
kore_logs2013-03-09 11:11 pm
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[Open] Trying to make sense
WHO: Riley and whomever (Open)
WHAT: Assessing her new situation
WHERE: Around the town
WHEN: Evening of Day 49
WARNINGS: None. I'll be certain to update if any are required.
Waking up away from home when she knew for damn sure she'd been at home was strange enough. Waking up somewhere she also knew she'd never been before with some strange looking not-watch on her wrist was pushing it. The final straw had been when she'd gone looking for someone, hoping she could figure out where she was and what the hell had happened only to find cameras everywhere. She felt like she'd been tossed into some weird reality show, but a sliver of fear worked its way into her stomach when she thought of why she might have been chosen.
She'd always been careful on her runs, making sure if she went for one shifted in the woods that there were no humans nearby. She was open with other shifters about herself, but she knew better around humans. You never knew who was a hunter or who would be the wrong person to tell. The thought that she'd been found out somehow and had been captured, dumped here for some weird experiment or something was something she'd secretly feared. Being found out and contained, poked and prodded at and experimented on so that they could figure out the whats and whys...
No. That hadn't happened here, had it? She'd been told not to leave, that this was her 'home'. Bullshit. Her home was with her family, and she couldn't pick up any of their scents. She could pick up the scents of others, light little wisps on the wind. Determined to figure out what exactly was going on, she set off to see if she could find the source of one of those scents.
{ooc: Riley will be poking around most of the town, so you're more than welcome to come across her wherever is most comfortable for your character.}
WHAT: Assessing her new situation
WHERE: Around the town
WHEN: Evening of Day 49
WARNINGS: None. I'll be certain to update if any are required.
Waking up away from home when she knew for damn sure she'd been at home was strange enough. Waking up somewhere she also knew she'd never been before with some strange looking not-watch on her wrist was pushing it. The final straw had been when she'd gone looking for someone, hoping she could figure out where she was and what the hell had happened only to find cameras everywhere. She felt like she'd been tossed into some weird reality show, but a sliver of fear worked its way into her stomach when she thought of why she might have been chosen.
She'd always been careful on her runs, making sure if she went for one shifted in the woods that there were no humans nearby. She was open with other shifters about herself, but she knew better around humans. You never knew who was a hunter or who would be the wrong person to tell. The thought that she'd been found out somehow and had been captured, dumped here for some weird experiment or something was something she'd secretly feared. Being found out and contained, poked and prodded at and experimented on so that they could figure out the whats and whys...
No. That hadn't happened here, had it? She'd been told not to leave, that this was her 'home'. Bullshit. Her home was with her family, and she couldn't pick up any of their scents. She could pick up the scents of others, light little wisps on the wind. Determined to figure out what exactly was going on, she set off to see if she could find the source of one of those scents.
{ooc: Riley will be poking around most of the town, so you're more than welcome to come across her wherever is most comfortable for your character.}

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She stepped out from around a tree and saw the girl.
Kanima? They are the werejaguars. Even if they look like lizards.
"Hi." Better to start with something innocent. There was a hunter in town.
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She offered the redheaded girl a small smile, unsure of her welcome here. Maybe this was her territory and she might take offense to an unwelcome shifter traipsing around in it. "I'm Riley. I, um... I just woke up here and, well, I'm not quite sure where here is."
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"This is Cape Kore... which explains nothing, but I don't really know much more than that." Brigid doesn't mind admitting that. "I've only been here a few days." Her fingers fidget at the tree bark for a moment.
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She started to chew on her lower lip, her own form of fidgeting as she looked over at Brigid. "So, you don't know why we were taken? This isn't some sort of... study?"
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"No one knows why were taken. St. Raphael said even he is trapped here, and anything that can trap him is... beyond anything I've ever read about." She shrugged.
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"St. Raphael. The archangel? He and his brother St. Lucifer are here." She wondered at people who didn't know who the archangels were. "And I don't know why."
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Her hand rose to touch the crucifix that she hadn't worn the day she was grabbed to come here. "They've been in the church, every time I've seen them."
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Her fingers fidgeted again. "They brought a hunter here too." It was a careful foray into what they actually were.
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"His name is Dean." She was willing to share that information. It was dangerous for both of them.
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Brigid cocked her head to the side. "How much of the town have you seen?"
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"Not much. I was just following a trail and seeing where it led." A scent trail, which she thought Brigid might pick up on. "Is there anything I should see?"
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"Not really. There's a bar, a church, the lighthouse." Brigid hadn't been around town much either. "There are big cats here in the woods, though."
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That piqued her interest, her eyes automatically moving to search through the woods even though she knew it was likely the scent of wolf would have chased anything off. "Oh? What kind?"
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Brigid had seen one, hunched over a kill and turned the other way. Giving the cat wide berth had seemed like a good idea.
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"The only ones that know about me are St. Raphael and St. Lucifer. But I'd expect them to know."
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