And the lights go out...

[bostonhowler]

Who: Brigid and open
When: Days 100-102
Where: Everywhere
What: Wolves have no trouble seeing in the dark, so, Brigid is only put out by not being able to cook.
Note: I know it's way late, and I so, so apologize. I fail.

OOC: Brigid is going to be everywhere at some point. She's not involved in the sea monster plot, but she is fishing, and she will still be hunting after dark sometimes, since darkness doesn't bother her.

I had tentative plans with Magneto, Derek, Dilandau? Everyone else is welcome to smack into her.

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Derek at the sea

[bostonhowler]

Brigid sits, her fishing pole bobbing in the waves, watching the stars wink into existence above her. The dark doesn't bother her and fishing just off the broken pier has netted her more than one fish so far. She hopes it warms enough soon that she can go diving for clams, or find urchins stuck to the pier.

Then again, she might not find anything, and that would negate one food source. Sighing, she drags the bomber jacket closer to herself. Her feet dangle over the water, listening to the sounds around her.

A soft step makes her turn and she scoots over offering Derek a seat on the last stable part of the pier. "Can't sleep?" It's not that late, but she'd thought him resting.

[packpapa]

Derek takes the last few steps quietly and carefully lowers himself down to sit beside her, mindful of where his feet are so as not to disturb the water and startle anything that might be below its murky depths.

"No," he admits. He's grown used to stealing an hour or two wherever he can fit it in the last year, and even though he's been here longer than he likes, he's still not figured out a pattern. That, and being thrown into darkness has him on edge, waiting for the punchline. "Caught anything?"

[bostonhowler]

Brigid worries about Derek. He sleeps even less than she usually does, and even she needs a day off to just sleep every now and again. But having his presence, warm and solid next to her is something that she will never deny taking comfort in.  

She’s been thinking, while sitting out here and staring over the waves. Maybe it’s time she asked for answers from her Alpha. Maybe she should press and make him tell her what’s going on. After all, her Da had been a good Beta, and she wants to be one too, but she can’t without the information.  

“A couple fish. We’ll have to see if they’re edible.” Not all fish are. “Still no power?” The town is pitch black, so obviously not, but she has hope. Naïve hope, but hope.

[packpapa]

"Still no power." But it doesn't stop him turning his head to peer behind them, searching beyond the nature that surrounds them to double check; he doesn't have the hope that she does, but he is growing weary of their predicament. "I'm more concerned about why it's gone out."

Still, it's quiet out here, as close to peaceful as he'll ever get, and her company helps him to relax a little.

He can't help noticing a look that crosses her face, but he doesn't want to disturb her thoughts, and he's hardly going to threaten them out of her, even if he's not the best at being patient sometimes.

[bostonhowler]

She sighs and looks out over the sea. Without power, everything just got fifteen times more complicated. Her thumb runs along the roughness of the handle.

"More trials and tribulations from our captors most likely." Brigid is just a little bit bitter about that. "It's not as if the food shortage is enough. No, they have to make it so what little food we do have is going to go bad, so that we gorge and then starve. It's... psychological warfare, really." She's read enough history to know something like that. It's not a pleasant thought.

"Pile on the issues until we crack and turn on one another."

[packpapa]

He hums in thought, but he nods his head, because there's no better way of putting it, really, and it's definitely crossed his mind that if it goes on long enough that's exactly what might happen.

He wonders if they have an advantage in being what they are or that will only make them snap sooner rather than later. But he feels in control, or as much as usual, and he's had plenty of practise.

"Are you starting to crack?" Because he thinks he should probably be aware of where she's at, in case he needs to restrain her if it comes down to it.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid is a student of history. These things make sense to her. She doesn't flinch from the hard stories of history - from the concentration camps, to the slaughter of innocents. She wants to know it all no matter how hard it is, because someone should remember.

His question startles her and she laughs. She actually laughs, shaking her head. "No. I'm fine. Bored, tired of having to hunt for food instead of walking down the street for it. And really missing my library at home, but I'm fine." She cocks her head to the side, still slightly amused. "Should I worry about you?"

[packpapa]

If any of the knowledge she's obtained helps their situation, all the better for it.

He actually looks worried as she laughs, leaning away from her a little so he can turn his head and watch her better, but the second she says no and means it he visibly relaxes again. "You like to read?" Literature is something he misses here, too, even though he's had plenty of time to move on from the grand library the Hale house once had, he can at least relate a little on that front. "No. I'm in control." And he's survived worst.

"I can take care of food supplies if you need to take a break."

[bostonhowler]

She turns back to the sea. Her shoulder bumps his softly, and she leaves it there. It's comfortable to be sitting shoulder to shoulder with another wolf. Almost like home. "You know all those dusty historical tomes, that sit on the shelves and only get touched if someone has a report? I'm the person curled up in the corner with them, reading them for fun." Brigid is well aware how some people see her reading habits. She doesn't really care either.

She shrugs. "The help would be welcome. I'm not much of a hunter. The most I've done is stalk the ever impressive package of ground beef at the butcher's." Brigid is so not a hunter. But, she also grew up in Boston. Fishing is easy for her.

[thezerothlaw]

Daneel is only somewhat surprised to find people out and about in evening, with no light, but here? Near the lighthouse? It concerns him.

"Miss? Do you require escort back to a safe place? Night is upon us. I would hate for you to meet misadventure."

[bostonhowler]

Brigid looks toward the town and out over the waves. Not good. The night is the inky blackness that can only be found outside of cities and deep in the woods. She’s not sure what to do about it. Her own eyes will be fine – wolves can see in the dark – but there are many in town who don’t have such advantages.  

The rock she’s sitting on is still warm from the day. It’s a nice change from the chill breeze that kicks up every once in a while. The voice startles her. She doesn’t hear a heartbeat, or breathing. What’s going on?  

Alphas can hide their scent; can they also hide their hearts?  

"Um, no thank you. I’m quite safe enough.” Werewolves don’t have trouble with the dark. “Do you need help back to the town? I wouldn’t mind walking you if you do.” She stands up. “I’m Brigid.”

[thezerothlaw]

"My name is Daneel Olivaw."

The offer of help is unexpected, perhaps. He looks curiously at her, trying to judge Brigid properly.

"I don't require assistance. I was merely patrolling to ensure the safety of everyone here. Should you be out here alone, considering all that occurs here?" He's honestly worried, rather than patronising.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid is just a typical college student. Jeans, hoodie, bomber jacket with a few military patches on it. She tucks her hands into her pockets. She smiles at his concern.  

"Your concern is welcome, but I’m capable of defending myself.” It’s nice to have someone worried about her. Derek knows she can handle herself, as does St. Raphael. “Aren’t you worried about stumbling in the dark?” Her eyes allow her to see.

[thezerothlaw]

"Not at all. I recall the layout of the local terrain perfectly. Changes are possible, of course, but I trust in my ability to adapt."

He's unusual, he knows that -- no heartbeat, no breath unless he speaks, only body warmth and whatever faint, mechanical smell he might have -- as well as not being particularly tempting to a hungry carnivore. It's the only reason he risks being out at night at all. Why someone else might without a very good reason, he doesn't know.

"Are you equipped to defend yourself against a large predator?"

[bostonhowler]

There’s something odd about him and she keeps trying to pick up the faint sound of a heartbeat, like with the Angels, or the gentle sound of breathing. Anything to indicate he’s human and not… something different.  

His question makes her blink slowly as she considers it. The answer is she is a large predator, but that isn’t something she wants to say. Not yet. “I’ll be fine. I’m a fast runner, and Derek isn’t too far, if I get into trouble.”  

Neutral, without revealing anything. But her curiosity gets her. “You’re not human, are you?” She can’t place the sounds and smells radiating from him. None of it makes sense.

[thezerothlaw]

"No, I am not."

He's curious; there are a number of way someone might identify him as something other than human, but most people don't notice, don't know what very subtle cues to look for.

"I am a humaniform robot." Faint surprise, but nothing more, and he's certainly not reluctant to share this information. "If I may ask, how did you know?"

[bostonhowler]

"A robot?" There are Archangels here, as well as a vampire and people who have traveled amongst the stars. Of course there's a robot.

Brigid is taken aback a little, still. She's not sure what to think about that. Not only that, but she wants to know everything all of a sudden. But his next question makes her bite her bottom lip. She shouldn't have been so bold.

"You don't have a heartbeat." Brigid finally admits. She can't hear it, or regular breathing. It's bothersome.

By the woods.

[burnburnburn]

It's been too dark for far too long and Dilandau doesn't trust it. As dusk falls he's hard at work gathering piles of brush in several places just outside of the woods so that he can make his own stand against the night.

Most of his attention is taken up with eager imaginations over how his fires will look, but he's still paying attention to the edge of the woods. His sword is loose in its scabbard and he's prepared to cut down any wild animals that may try to attack.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid isn’t a wild animal, but she is humming to herself as she walks out of the woods. Except her ears pick up the rustling of brush and worrying about eating tonight – as she does – Brigid immediately stops her humming and crouches low to the ground.  

She doesn’t smell anything – the wind is blowing in the wrong direction; nuts – but that doesn’t mean that dinner isn’t right around that tree. A heartbeat reaches her ears and it’s far too slow for anything that might be edible. She steps closer, carefully and cocks her head to the side, not realizing just how quiet she’s been.  

"What are you doing, Dilandau?”

[burnburnburn]

He spins in an immediate burst of adrenaline, scattering his brushwood as he whips out his sword. When he sees it's her he bares his teeth in a snarl, but he doesn't attack.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" And then "How long have you been there!?"

[bostonhowler]

  She takes a step back, because healing or not that is a sharp metal object and she doesn’t want fingers removed. “I just walked out of the woods. I was hunting for Derek and I.” She defends herself, and just watches him. “And it looks like you’re gathering wood for another fire.” Disapproval leaks through her voice. She can’t help it. The last one is going to cost them a lot.

[burnburnburn]

His eyes dart over her, looking for evidence of her kill. The lack of food in her arms makes him narrow his eyes dangerously. The nosy bitch has probably been watching him for just a chance to jump out.

"Watch your tone, wolf. Of course I'm building a fire, it's pitch black around here."

He sheaths his sword smoothly and stoops to gather his brushwood again, though he never turns his back on her.

[bostonhowler]

“It’s not that dark.” Says the girl that can see in the dark. Brigid sighs and shakes her head. “And what happens when this one gets out of control, Dilandau?”  

Still, she steps forward and gathers some brushwood for him.  

“We’re already short of food, burning everything will make it that much worse.” She looks at him. “Please, be careful.”

[burnburnburn]

That rebuke, like something said to a child, galls his pride. He squares his shoulders and glares down at her hotly.

"Do you think I'm idiot? Do you think I don't know where the food in my belly comes from?"

Not that it isn't tempting to burn it all down, because it is. But Loki and Castiel have made it clear what the consequences will be if he gives into his desire, so he controls himself, for now. However, they're gods and she's just an irritating bitch. She's got no place telling him what he can and can't do.

"I know how to build campfires and I know how to keep them under control. Don't treat me like a toddler."

[bostonhowler]

"I'm not trying to treat you like a toddler. If I were, I'd take your sword, sling you over my shoulder and remove you from such an idiotic scheme." Her own temper is rising. Why is it that Dilandau can always anger her? Why?

"I'm worried about everyone. With the power out, and the food running short, everything is going to spoil very, very quickly. And we don't have any way to preserve it." Meaning that they could get sick from spoiled food. Not something she looks forward to.