Mystlings IC (Mature Possible)

Jeremy decided it would probably be best left to Ryan to ensure that the order was carried out. Right now the last thing that needed to happen was for Brock to be left to his own emotions. He walked silently behind Brock, waiting to be needed to lend a hand, or to handle anyone unfortunate enough to approach the upset Brock. Brock wouldn't hurt them, but the problems of the camp took second priority to ensuring that Brock was in control of himself before anyone added to his burden.

Shuanna shrieked as she was hurled across the camp, not wanting to let go of Ryan in fear of eating dust. She hung on as hard as she could, her feet being dragged on the ground resulting in pain and dirt in new wounds.
She had a look at the man she saw, now that his mutation had been called off, his face could be seen a lot more clearly.
He looked scary but he seemed so much more authoritative and confident.
And then as Ryan turned, she saw the woman who seemed to have caused the ruckus.
She looked so troubled, shuanna frowned and she wished she could give all of her sympathy to her.

Val watched her former friend's retreating back and felt the strongest urge to apologize. It was so strong in fact, she even let out a whispered "sorry" before she herself turned away and headed towards the exit, not really caring if her escort was with her or not.

"sorry" despite the fact it was too quiet for anyone else to hear, Ryan was near enough for his keen ears to hear it clearly, the apology made him feel rather sorry for the woman.

Ryan felt rather awkward in the situation he'd put himself in... he really wouldn't be able to force the woman out, it just wasn't in his nature.. then again Brock did ask him to do it and he was the oldest and nicest person Ryan knew, even if it did feel like he was ordering Ryan around right now.

All he could really do was shrug and sort of gesture toward the exit..that's when he noticed the other girl hanging off his arm, what a strange place to be he thought

"Sorry. I gotta go. I be back to look for the pretty rock ok?" With that he gently took her from his arm and placed her behind him then began walking behind the blue haired woman as she thankfully headed toward the exit.
The walk was more than a little uncomfortable as Ryan had no idea what he should say to her to make the whole situation seem less serious..the trouble was he didn't know what had occured between her and Brock so for all he knew it was serious. The whole way he kept shooting her little sideways glances to see if she was especially mad at him.

As they neared the edge of the more densely populated area Ryan finally couldn't stand the seemingly tense silence anymore more and half muttered "Sorry" under his breath..meaning that it was clearly audible to anyone nearby.

"I don't need your pity," Val responded, but it was lacking her usual bite. She was just too emotionally drained, she supposed. What a fucking awful day, and it's not even half over yet.

Without a backward glance Val left the Alpha Site, pulling out the gloves she would use to cover her hands until the disguise wore off. Her hair could pass as just dyed, at least.

She made her way to a nearby cafe, ordering a simple black coffee and sitting outside to drink it. Staring into the dark liquid she felt the thoughts tumble around in her head. Thoughts of her days in the academy, her friendship with Brock, even her family crept in there. For once she didn't feel angry at the thoughts, not having the energy that would require. Instead she felt... nostalgic? Maybe. Whatever it was, she wasn't quite sure she liked the feeling.

Before today, she had felt so strongly in her beliefs that all Mystlings were aberrations, and needed to be carefully watched over by humans. But seeing Brock again... she began to realize that she had not completely hated him. She had missed him even, hiding it under her job and her anger. But that went against all her perviously held beliefs and convictions.

Val wished she had never gone into the site. She should of told her superiors once she had found an entrance. But instead, she had the bright idea to go in herself. Fucking great idea that was.

She turned away from the thoughts, and swallowed the last of her now lukewarm coffee. Well she'd have to tell them now. Bracing herself, she pulled out her phone and dialed the direct line to her boss. Better start working on a way to explain this one.

An hour later found Val still at the cafe, staring at her phone in shock. Suspended while they review her file. That was not good. Not good at all. With out the police work, what would she do? Frustrated, confused, and still plagued with the same thoughts from before the phone call, Val put her head in her hands and fought the urges to both scream and cry.

A few tables away, Ben was sitting down, having a cup of coffee and sweet bread.
From the moment a woman with strange hair sat down, he watched her like an' owl, grinning sinisterly and waiting for the mouse to lift it's head so he could swoop down and cut it off.
Ben loved frustration, agony and despair because those can be easy to manipulate.
He raised his brow as the woman covered her face in her hands, an obvious sign of the need to 'distant themselves' from a situation.
Ben, having his brief case with him and his same attire of the long coat and black suit, red tie, he stretched out his legs and arms casually.
Turning back to his coffee, he contemplated on what it would be like to kill this woman.
Running through his memories of past murders, searching for the right fit, but none had came to mind.
This is when his heart decided not to kill the woman, she simply won't give him the right buzz.
After taking a few sips from his coffee, he looked back at her again with the intention of being seen.
Like putting a mask on, Ben portrayed his face to have the look of the curious, innocent, good Samaritan type. His body relaxed, Ben was going in for the kill.

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Shuanna looked to her first friend, Ryan who gently set her down and escorted the woman away.
She stood there for a bit, looking around at other people and not knowing what to do.
Gasping softly she realized she hadn't told him her name yet. She tried to locate Ryan but he was already gone amongst the crowd of people. Diving in, she tried to look for Ryan but since she is not normal forceful, unbeknown to her she had gotten pushed around in a half circle, back from where she came and in the direction of Broc and Jeremy.

Looking up from her coffee, Val saw the man. Not in the mood for being stared at, she mustered up all the anger and venom she had in her at the moment, which frankly wasn't much, and glared at him. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to sound annoyed but coming out more tired then anything.

Ben had to smile, trying to keep himself from laughing as the woman glared at him.
"I just got done hearing your soul die. Are you okay?" Ben had gotten up from his chair, not yet moving to the woman.

"I'm perfectly fine thank you. Go find someone else to bug," Val responded, glaring daggers at the empty coffee cup on the table.

"Oooh I don't think so.." Ben had walked up to the woman.
He turned his head in the Direction of the Alpha site.
"You came from that area didn't you..?" Ben had his cute smile on, and his curious eyes.
"Could you tell me a little more about that place?"

Val considered refusing, not wanting to talk about that place so soon after her disastrous trip there. But that would probably just involve too much energy. She glanced at the man, decided her looked decent enough. "What do you want to know?" she asked, resigned.

Brock continued walking down the dusty path between the shabby, shack-like houses, noticeably frustrated as he ran his fingers through his hair. He tried to breath slowly, but to no avail. He instead, let out a roar of anger and turned to the nearest wall, and as his fist glided thrust through the air at it, his metallic mutation glided just over his hand, forcing his fist straight through the wall, the ground trembling slightly again. As his hand retracted, it returned to its normal color, and dropped to his side. He shook his head, then stared at the ground. "I'm sorry. I lost control." He stretched out his neck and began to slow down his breathing again. "I'll fix that wall tomorrow...whoever it belongs to. I think...maybe I'd just be better off alone for awhile, gather my head again." He slowly slumped down the road once again, no destination in mind.

"I don't need your pity," she responded. Ryan kind of shrugged awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
After leading the woman out Ryan didn't really know what to do with himself. He decided that he'd go back to the plaza and get something to eat. He didn't feel hungry but he couldn't recall eating anything today so he must be without realizing it.
With that he set off back to the gathering place to seek some cheerful company.

Jeremy was surprised by the sudden outbreak, despite having prepared himself for Brock's reaction. This really wasn't like him... He kept his distance, closing in as he spoke to place his hand on Brock's shoulder while letting him know he was behind the upset Mystling before making contact. "Come on, we're gonna go get a drink." He would probably be far too visible for comfort in town, with his tail and ears exposed, but god help the fool that tried anything tonight.

Shuanna had made her way to clearer crowds as she walked a long, having no Idea where she was and trying desperately to get back to her quaint little shop.
But then the ground rumbled again along with a blood boiled roar, and this caused Shuanna to fall onto her knees, curled up in a ball,cover her ears and give a shriek herself, which unfortunately turned out to be a loud, nail scratching on chalk board yelp, that resonated over the whole site.
Shuanna had begun to sweat, as she suddenly put her hand to her mouth.
She didn't mean for that to happen, she's not used to tremors.
Daring to look around, she saw many other mystlings shouting out things of disapproval, most of them covering their ears and scowling, walking away as soon as possible.
Before she knew it, once again, shuanna was alone.

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Ben, with a genuine look of warmth, he faced his whole body at the Alpha site.
"well would you mind explaining how you got in?"

"Got a wizard to do it," Val explained, using the slang term for those humans who could use Myst. She didn't mention how she got the wizard to agree to do it for free though. Some things were best kept to yourself, after all.

Brock turned and faced Jeremy. He was a good friend. He always had been. "Thanks Jeremy. Let's go." He couldn't help but give in, Jeremy knew just as well as he did that him being alone would only lead to more trouble. As they continued their walk back the way they came, he saw a rather small girl on the ground. He hurried to her side and lifted her back to her feet slowly. "Are you alright?"

Shuanna felt a pair of sturdy hands lift her to her feet. When she looked up him, she had an' incredible heat wave explode from her back and run up to her neck and face. She felt a warm, personal connection with him because he was a light brite like her.
She stared at him for a bit, the only thing running in her mind was "he's touching me"
Shuanna closed her mouth, shuddering she shook her head which the sweat gathered the cold wind to cool her face.

"My feet hurt.." She said simply, quietly, almost forgetting how her own voice sounded like.
She looked down at her feet as it gave her a good reason to look away.
Her feet were dirty and the knuckles of her toes could only be seen because blood dotted their locations. It looked as though she had rug burn.

For the most part, Orik was unconcerned with the happenings outside, even though he knew something serious was happening. Brock's power usually didn't activate unless something was seriously getting to him, but if he was around, then even if he was upset, nothing much would happen to purposefully put anyone in danger. The slight tremors didn't worry him, though Sherry occasionally stood to peer out the cracked window, informing Orik that he was talking with someone who appeared to be new to the Alpha Site.

This didn't happen frequently, but it was still to be expected. Every once in a while someone had an attitude that rubbed someone else the wrong way. It just so happened that this time it was Brock. Orik didn't want to get involved in something he had no business in. Though when the second tremor hit, Orik also heard a frightened shriek coming from outside.

Standing up from the table and pushing his plate away, he looked down at his nearly finished plate. He would pick the bones later. He liked helping people even if it was something as small as holding the door for someone. Hearing someone shriek was something that stirred him to action. Looking over to Sherry, he nodded at her and she merely smiled. “Go.” With that, he moved to the door, opened it, lept from the trailer, and was at a run less than a second after his feet hit the ground. Sprinting towards where his instincts guided him, he followed where he thought he'd heard the scream come from.

When he arrived, there was a girl who Brock was helping to her feet. Before Brock helped her, she'd seemed distressed, huddled in the fetal position. At his touch, however, she seemed to be entranced, responding to Brock's query with only “My feet hurt...” immediately, Orik knew what to do, he jogged up and stopped in front of the girl, who still seemed to be staring at Brock. Bending down, Orik examined her feet without touching them. They seemed to be fairly worse for the wear, as there appeared to be a friction burn on each of her feet from walking around barefoot.

In another circumstance, where there not a burn, Orik would have proceeded to give the girl a foot massage, but this girl seemed to be in a lot of discomfort simply from standing. Coming out of his crouch, Orik stood and turned to Brock, then pointed toward his trailer. He was trying to alert Brock and Jeremy to the fact that Sherry's control over water sometimes had a healing effect for small instances like this one. She could apply first aid to the friction burns and soothe the girls feet. If either Brock or Jeremy got the message, they could relay it to the new girl.

"You think she'd help? Probably right, and your trailer is closer than the infirmary tent anyways." He helped pull her arm over his shoulder, so that Brock wouldn't have to carry her by himself. He was a strong guy, but even so it was hard to keep a whole person from bouncing around when you carried them alone. He waited for Brock and the young girl to get into position, and began walking towards where Orik had come from.

Shuanna felt like a voodo doll as not just one but three different guys laid hands on her and pulled her arms and legs around. She always figured it was the bed sheet robe she had on..
A little embarrassed, she winced her eyes in pain as she shuffled her feet around on the ground, trying to find a comfortable stance. What should hardly be a trait for a delicate flower, the bottoms of her feet were worn rough, calloused and probably permanently dirt stained.
"..Aah!" taken by surprise again, she found her arm over another man's shoulder, although he seemed younger then the other two. She felt guilty and some how as if she was manipulating these men even though she's doing the usual, which was nothing at all. She was grateful but she couldn't find anything to say, like most people she doesn't want to be a burden.
Shuanna tried not to let too much weight on the young man, but she had to hold onto one of his shoulders for support.
For this brief moment, Shuanna couldn't help but think about the song "it's raining men" in her head, much to her discomfort and polite mindset.

Brock nodded and scooped his head under Shuanna's arm on the side opposite of Jeremy. "Thank you Orik, that was a great suggestion. Please, lead the way." He knew where he lived, but felt it wasn't right to lead him to his own house. As they began walking, Shuanna's feet dangling a few inches from the ground, he turned his face towards hers and smiled. "I'm Brock Turner by the way. Although this is an odd way to meet someone, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"ooh.." she felt like a puppet as this was all she could say as Brock talked to her.
"Thank you all for this! - .. I promise I'll pay you guys back somehow.." Shuanna stammered and tried to raise her voice a bit, but most of it was choked from life as she sounded almost voiceless.
She looked back to Brock, but then faced her head forward to talk to all of them.
"My name is Shuanna Asuka.."
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Ben took her seriously, looking around before focusing on Valeria again.
"you're to sketchy for a regular citizen of the world.."

"That's because I'm not a regular citizen. I have authority." Val smirked slightly, before remembering the recent phone call. Her smirk transformed into a bitter sneer. "Had authority that is." She normally wouldn't even acknowledge some stranger talking to her, but for some reason talking to this guy about recent events mader her feel better.