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[bostonhowler]

Who: Brigid
When: Day 121
Where: The Tunnels
What: Catch-all log for Brigid

OOC: Brigid will be around the pack for most of the time. However, she has plans with Raphael, the pack, and a few others. Tag in, with a general time that you want her, and I will hit everyone back.

Note: She entered the tunnels with the following things:

- Her bag
- Her makeshift cane
- The book that she came back to the cape with
- Pens/pencils/paper
- Flashlight

Comments

[servingmichael]

Raphael hasn't been in the tunnels long - long enough that his Grace is nulled and he's lost his brothers. He doesn't recognize the pounding heart or sweating hands as panic, and he's walking slowly, trying to find his way in the dark - he's taken a couple spills already - and he's breathing a bit too fast and too shallowly.

And also blocking a path.

[bostonhowler]

Her cane thumps against the stone ground. "Stiles?" She hasn't seen him at all, anywhere. They'd entered together, but he is so much better at this 'human' thing. She's never been human. She was born a wolf.

There aren't any markings on the cavern walls, which bothers her since she can't tell where she's been before. She hadn't thought to bring chalk with her.

Walking forward she sees a shadow and yelps, stumbling backward. Her flashlight swings around, trying to see who it is...

"St. Raphael?" He looks... bad.

[servingmichael]

The thumping at least, alerts him to someone being around, and he recognizes Brigid's voice, at least. In the lingering panic, he'd gotten completely turned around though and had almost frozen. The yelp startles him and he swings around - getting a face fulls of light in the blackness.

Oops, bad idea, but too late, since he moves to cover his eyes with a forearm. "Yes. Move that out of my face." He doesn't mean to bark - Gabriel being gone, Lucifer being...well himself, now this, his temper is frayed.

[bostonhowler]

Another yelp and she almost drops the flashlight. Instead it bobbles around in a cascade of light that hurts her eyes as much as his. She ends up dropping the cane and then the flashlight.

"I'm so sorry!" She stammers out, reaching down and grabbing the cane, before she manages to get a hand on the flashlight. "I didn't mean... I... I'm so sorry St. Raphael."

Brigid wishes her leg was good enough to kneel but she can't. It still hurts too much.

[servingmichael]

It takes him time to blink away the colors in his eyes but he finally does manage he does go to help her. "Just don't point that at people's faces." It's huffed, and close up, where he reaches over to steady her with a damp palm, it's probably more clear that whatever is effecting her is effecting him.

Those who have never been so powerless fear it - he doesn't know how to do this either.

[bostonhowler]

"I'm sorry." She whimpers softly. There's so much she could say, so much she wants to ask, but she doesn't.

Brigid licks her lips. "Are you alright?" She feels the need to ask that, because she doesn't have any powers. If others do, then it's individual, if not...

She really hates this place. Except, there's really nothing for her to go home to. No pack, no alpha. She needs to worry about that later. Right now, she has other things to worry about.

[servingmichael]

He's not meaning to be unkind - fear, an emotion so rarely felt and tied in with Falling so tightly, isn't one he at all knows how to handle, even less well than other emotions.

"I've been better." It's an understatement and dry. "You look the same." He'd figured out it wasn't just the angels.

[any1youwant]

Mystique had scrambled into the tunnels after the strange warning transmissions. Any possibility of either escape or coming face to face with their captors was too enticing to be scared, or even hesitate to dive head first into the darkness of the tunnels.

What she hadn't anticipated was that entering the tunnels would mean her powers would dissipate... and her powers meant her 'clothing' was also gone.

It was the light from a flashlight that caught her attention. At first, she mistook the light for some kind of end to the tunnels, but, unfortunately for Brigid, it wasn't.

Mystique stepped out of the darkness naked, small knife in hand, and rather cut up and bloodied from walking barefoot and feeling her way through the tunnels and rock.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid's leg hurts and somehow she's lost the guys, again. Frustrating. Her cane scrapes against the stone. Her flashlight crosses someone ahead and she yelps. Her light lowers, not wanting to blind anyone.

Her eyes widen, seeing the woman. Naked. "Oh!" Her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

Swallowing, she steps forward. "Are you alright?" Her hand digs through her bag and realizes that she doesn't have anything. Grimacing, she leans her cane against the wall and settles her bag next to it. Da's bomber jacket settles on the bag and she pulls off the hoodie she'd been wearing beneath it. Quickly, she slips her jacket back on and offers her hoodie. "Are you cold?"

[any1youwant]

She'd stepped out of the dark, knife in hand and teeth bared, ready to do whatever she had to to get what she needed. To her extreme shock the girl immediately asked her if she was alright and offered her help. It was unsettling enough to make her turn the knife to a less threatening position.

However, when Brigid started digging around in her bag, assumingly to try and find a weapon, it caught Mystique's attention and she once again brandished her knife. "Don't you dare try anything funny," She nearly continued with the threat, but was instantly glad she hadn't when the girl offers her a hoodie.

She blinked at her, trying to figure out what her angle was, but couldn't come up with anything that made this make sense to her.

"What are you doing?" She stated more than asked, tone demanding and wary. "I don't even know you. Why would you give me that?"

Of course, she was cold, but this smelled too much like a trap.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid's eyebrows pulled down. She held out the hoodie, her expression open and honest. "You're cold. I still have the bomber jacket. Wearing the hoodie has to be better than being naked, doesn't it?"

Brigid had no other agenda. She just wanted to help.

Leaning on her cane, she held out the hoodie for another moment. "If you don't want it, that's fine, but everyone is without powers, so I thought you'd be cold."

[any1youwant]

She inched closer cautiously and reached out to take the hoodie, her eyes on Brigid as she did. She pulled it on and tucked her knife inside the pocket. Honestly, being just this little bit warmer was already making her feel less miserable and more at ease.

It was also comforting to know that everyone's powers were down, it put them all on a more even playing field and by this time Mystique was starting to think about things along the lines of the Donner Party.

"Thank you," She stated, still not understanding why the girl would do this for her.

[bostonhowler]

"You're welcome." Brigid answers, settling the bag over the bomber jacket again. She takes her cane. "Were you looking for someone in particular?" She asks.

She doesn't have another light to offer, but she would if she had to. "I was looking for Stiles, if you've seen him?"

[nevermindtherunning]

There were echoes from the walls with movement. By this point in time, the Doctor was unsure how long he had been inside the tunnels. It could be considered ironic, given he was a Time Lord.

"You're making alot of noise." He commented, standing at the mouth of a branching tunnel, waiting for her to make her way close to him, "If I were something not-so-nice you'd be my candidate." Not that he was trying to be rude, given he realized they didn't exactly have the best conversation the other day, but because he was intent of making her aware.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid yelped. She stumbled a bit, hitting the cave wall and grimaced at the pain. Swallowing hard, Brigid raised her flashlight and found the feet of whoever had spoken.

She ground her teeth together and looked at the Doctor that had made fun of her. Her hand tightened around her flashlight. "I'm sorry my injury has so inconvenienced you. I'll take it elsewhere."

Brigid hated being dismissed for her beliefs. She's never had that before.

[nevermindtherunning]

"You haven't inconvenienced me!" His expression lightens up and comes over to take a look at her legs, assuming that's what she hit. "I didn't mean to startle you, just letting you know you're loud in here."

He didn't like the tunnels and didn't like everything so dark. He had advanced senses, but still had a difficult time seeing through the dark as anyone else would. "I don't trust this place."

[bostonhowler]

"I have a cane, from when my... uncle broke my leg." She stiffens, because he really had been a jerk to her in her opinion. However, Brigid lives by the 'live and let live' philosophy. As long as he doesn't trample on her beliefs, she will respect his.

"No one trusts this place." Brigid grumbles. "I've lost Stiles and Isaac. Derek is missing, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to get smote, once archangels get their powers back." And, she's babbling.

[nevermindtherunning]

He nods and stands back up, "I think you're fine." Meaning her legs, but upon further thought, it could be an answer to her statement.

"Where was the last you saw your friends?" If he were honest, he wasn't sure how many or how deep most of these tunnels ran. It'd be easy to get lost and possibly killed down here.

[bostonhowler]

She shakes her head. "You don't understand. I don't know how to find my way back to them." Brigid is beyond frustrated. "I would normally just follow my nose, or the sounds of their hearts, but down here, without being able to hear or smell them? I'm completely turned around."

Brigid tucks her hair behind her ear. "I don't know how to navigate without my senses."

[triplelindy]

Sam's separated from his own group, promising to check back with them in thirty or less. Something he plans to do, because God knows his brother would tear through the place trying to find him.

Not that he wouldn't if the situation was reversed. It just saves trouble if he checks in on time.

Now, he knows he hasn't met everyone that's been kidnapped and dropped down in the Cape but he's positive he'll be able to tell the difference between someone like that and someone who shouldn't be there. If not, well...he's got quick reflexes.

He has his gun in his hand, not up but at his side, as he sticks close to the walls. He sees a figure ahead, and as tempted as he is to bring the gun up he doesn't. Sam will give it a minute or so, try and talk to this stranger and see if she needs some help.

"Hey," he calls out, not too loud. He's got his flashlight aimed down, so that he can be seen and he isn't shining it right in her eyes. "How you doing down here? You by yourself?"

[bostonhowler]

Brigid is really tired of losing the group. This wouldn't happen if they just had their senses back. Sighing, she slips on the stone floor, her can skittering against an unevenness in the ground.

She hears a noise and yelps, jumping and hitting the wall. Her cane is jarred from her hand and falls. "Shoot!" Brigid hisses, trying to reach for it. Her leg is really hurting, from being in the tunnels all day.

"I wasn't. But then Stiles bounced ahead and I think Derek went after him and I haven't seen Isaac in forever and..." Brigid sighs, sliding down the wall. "Sorry. Could you get my cane for me?"

[triplelindy]

It takes him a second to search the ground with his light, soon finding the cane and picking it up for her. Walking over, he holds it out so she can take it. She shouldn't be alone, especially down here. Sam might not exactly know her, but that doesn't mean he's just going to walk off and leave her alone.

"Here. Sorry about that," he sounds a little sheepish about startling her so badly. "I wasn't trying to sneak up on you. My name's Sam."

[bostonhowler]

She offers her hand for a handshake. She can pull herself up. But, Brigid wants to take a moment and rest. "Brigid. It's nice to meet you." Sighing, she uses the cane and forces herself up.

Her leg aches and she wants to crawl into a hot shower and then a bed for a week.

"There's no need to apologize. I don't know how humans do it, being blind and deaf." She shakes her head. "I feel like half my head's been cut off." She wants to be able to smell and hear and know things again. It's something she relies on, beyond all reason.

Maybe she should learn how to work without her senses, but she's never been without them. "Are you alright?"

[triplelindy]

He shakes her hand, eyes giving her a once over to check for injuries. She seems more worn out than anything, and he takes up a spot beside her against the wall, not sitting but leaning against it.

"So, you've got some super powered senses of your own, huh? Seems like everyone's running into trouble down here." He muses on this for a moment before clearing his throat, casting a look down at her. "I'm good. Ready to find a way out of here, kind of wish I'd stayed behind where it wasn't so cramped."

He's half joking, since it will be a cold day in hell before he lets his brother venture into a mysterious tunnel system without him by his side. Still, it's hard not to at least miss seeing the sky.

[bostonhowler]

She sighs. "St. Raphael took my spare light and some poor blue woman took my sweatshirt." Because they hadn't been prepared for the tunnels, either. Then again, Brigid hadn't expected not to be able to get out.

"If this were the full moon, I doubt they could take our powers so thoroughly." Brigid mutters. She wishes it was the full moon. She wants the flush of power, controlled, but still there. Brigid just wants to move without pain or stiffness.

"You do know there's no way back, right?" She asks. "The tunnels collapsed behind us."