Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:12:48 AM)
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Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:12:56 AM)
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Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:13:07 AM)
(Wyrmbeasts! My favorite sport!)

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:20:13 AM)
Their wedding had served dual purposes. Stasia had heard of a reasearch lab located somewhere in Nevada, and had briefed Jason before the two set out. They were going to gather intelligence, and if anything was amiss call in reinforcements. Jason may have been surprised that one of the items that his lovely and still blushing bride had packed was a dark case full of the groups tactical equipment. She settled in the passenger seat of Jason's vehicle, staring at the cloud of dust that rose from the ruddy brick earth. The further they travel, the more arid and unclutivated.... She was smoking, the window slightly craked and in that small breath of indrawn air she fancifully imagined that she could taste the desolation of the land....

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:22:15 AM)
(uncultivated the terrain.

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:24:14 AM)
One hand on the wheel, leaning back comfortably in my seat, our tires leave faint tracks which are all too easily blown away by another wind. The whirlwind romance has, and still is, quite fun as I reflect on our evenings together but when she'd mentioned this lab which is supposed to be out here, well... Call it instinct. Hence why we're out here in the middle of the night, headlights off, my own body enlarged into its Sokto form for the night vision. I had to cram in here to fit but with the chair all the way back it's not too hard. I can taste the acrid scent on the wind that tells me there's -something- out here, we just haven't found it yet. I'm also keenly aware of her own scent and use it as an anchor to keep my senses sharp. She can handle herself but should harm befall her on my watch I'll be angry. Very angry. And something's going to die if that happens.

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:25:48 AM)
been quite fun*

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:26:01 AM)
Or rather: has been, and still is*

Foamy (Jun 28, 2011 1:34:44 AM)
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Foamy (Jun 28, 2011 1:35:59 AM)
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Army of fomori (Jun 28, 2011 1:36:06 AM)
(humm)

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:37:05 AM)
(I think I heard a distant 'duhn dun dun' sound!)

Army of fomori (Jun 28, 2011 1:40:06 AM)
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Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:43:58 AM)
(Woot!)

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:51:14 AM)
Stasia looks across the darkened cab of their vehicle, and reaches a hand to lightly trail her fingers down Jason's cheek. She was dressed in a dark, form fitting shirt and black leather pants. Her hair was tightly braided, and she wore no jewelry that would catch or refract light. The cigarette was carefully extinguished.

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 1:55:49 AM)
"Stinks like the Unmaker out there. Smells good in the car at least" I purr, rubbing my head against her fingers at the touch. "We're not too far now." The scent of smoke begins to fade as well and though it'd be odd to admit, the scent of her leather makes me hungry. It's always been that way for me and I don't know exactly why; maybe smelling the skin of a cow reminds me of hamburgers. Ever since the change I haven't been able to eat McDeath anymore... not now that I can smell what's -really- in those things. I'm attired in similiar dark colors though a mere black tee and athletic shorts a few sizes too big. Easily removable as well for my alternate, less friendly forms. "Talk about middle of nowhere, hmm?"

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:03:52 AM)
"Where else would you put a testing facility?" She laughs. "It's like something like a poorly written movie." Her nose wrinkles at the irony. At least in her amusement, the tension was broken. She was no longer thinking about how much C-4 it would take to take down a building with 0 civilian casualties.... Her breath escapes in a heavy sigh. She enjoyed being in the car as well. Feeling safe, with Jason, if only for a moment where the two could smile. It would be these times that would sustain them - in the years to come. Stasia fully planned to seize them.

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:10:20 AM)
"Somewhere accessible." I grin easily, revealing sharp and elongated canines. "Where we don't have to drive off road for miles upon miles to find it." I perk my ears as well, listening out the open window but with the air blowing by from our movement I'm not sure I'll hear anything. Mostly, I'm looking for lights or other signs of habitation and hoping to spot them before we get close that any sentries hear our engine. Nevada is generally flat, at least, and I'm hoping my eyes will make a difference. "You trust the source of this tip as well?" I trust her judgement but one never knows when one might be getting set up...

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:12:16 AM)
close enough that*

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:19:39 AM)
She nods, and feels the usual excitement of the hunt. Stasia thrived on her adventurous lifestyle. She tugs up her pant leg, and begins to check her firearm. The clip was tugged forth, and checked. She gave a grin. "Just in case... I can't pop claws, you know.... but... I'm a fair shot..."

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:26:06 AM)
"Sounds like a plan to me. I don't have much talent for guns but up close and personal I could ruin someone's day easily enough." Sharp teeth, sharp claws, lots of attitude in a fight. Having the blood of one of natures apex predators flowing my veins comes with some perks as it damn well should. They balance out the drawbacks some at least. At her mention of claws I can feel mine tingle at the tips of my fingers, small in Sokto, but still there. "Use the car for cover if we get into the thick of it, I'd rather it be shot full of holes than you."

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:29:26 AM)
She nods. "I don't plan on letting anyone shoot you at all." She says with sudden ferocity. She would protect him with her life. He was her mate. He was a warrior. His kind were far more rare than hers. She smiles. "Don't worry, we'll have each other's backs... Promise." She winks, her nose wrinkling. The closer they get, the more amped she is for the challenge that lay before them.

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:36:58 AM)
"Such a sweety." I purr, a much deeper sounding noise in this form than in my human one. "You have my back, I have yours, so we swore. Plus, I like watching your back. The view is magnificent!" I'm horrible and I know it but being married to her I feel more allowed to make comments like that. I'm not lying either but there's still an underlying seriousness to even my joking. Making merry to lessen the tension of potential conflict. If we do find something we can call in back-up but it's a day or two away. Self-sufficiency is the motto of the day if it can be at all helped. I drive onwards, slowing down some to better hear out the window, and to be sure I don't drive blindly into the front stoop of a kill squad. What an inglorious end that would be! Insufferably so!

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:41:31 AM)
"Later, tiger... I'm looking forward to you peeling them off of me later... but for now.... let's focus..." She tugs out a pair of binoculars, and turns on the night vision technology as she peers over the horizon. She slides her blue-tooth in her ear, and hits a button on the cellphone. "I'm calling Henry..." She explains. "We work as a group. All of us. You are one of us now but that's the way it is..." Her eyes beg his understanding. "He will be tracking us via satellite. He's a genius, our Henry." She grins, never tiring of saying it. He was her brother. Not by birth or mother but my bond - and she loved him dearly. Just as she loved Chandra and Big Poppa as mother and father - and all the dearest of friends. "They like you..." she admits, smiling. "They are so excited to give us a reception when I get home. Kenya is a little under the weather with her pregnancy... but I'm sure they'll find a way to make her feel involved."

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:43:23 AM)
(er... make that we get home)

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:47:25 AM)
Yes, yes... business at hand. I scan the horison as we continue on slowly and nod my agreement with her calling Henry. The Pride is stronger together even if its members are apart; doubly so if he can track us as we go. That way, at least, if we don't make it they may yet discover the location of this lab. "I like them too." I nod, smiling. "And I'll look forward to that reception!" Heh, I imagine it was a bit of a surprise when Stasia and I took off for Vegas and I wonder if Big Poppa doesn't have someone now hinting to him that she'd like to do the same? Time shall tell. Where the heck is this place?

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 2:47:36 AM)
horizon*

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 3:05:25 AM)
They look around, and find nothing... "It's dark... Henry says he is getting little reception... Maybe we should park. Take in the terrain. It would be good to know what we're in for out here..." She glanced around. "I would prefer to know my surroundings." She smiles, and sighs, "... there have been alot of storms this week on the east coast... Perhaps it is jamming his gadgets?" She offers, as again her bluetooth flickers.

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 3:09:35 AM)
"Maybe." I nod, not knowing too much about tech. "Or maybe something's jamming us." It sounds a bit sci-fi but the Unmaker is powerful indeed and its minions varied. I stop the car though since, thus far, it's gotten us in the general vicinity of where this lab is supposed to be. Emerging from the drivers side of the car I look around us and take in the vista carefully. Mostly dark, except... "Seems a bit lighter in that direction." I nod to the northeast. "Too late for dawn. Worth looking into?" I start walking in that direction with her when she's ready, if she agrees.

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 3:20:43 AM)
Nodding, Stasia's boots hit the ground and she follows along with Jason. She was quiet, alert... With a wink she tugs a dark mask from her back pocket and slides it over her face. She expected Jason to shift, so she remained silent - alert. She was ever-prepared - it would seem to face the contingencies ahead. If there were cameras... better to see a smallish, masked figure and... a large cat... who would believe them? Or perhaps some animal activist group would become involved and help them to stemp the tide of corruption....

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 3:20:52 AM)
(stem

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 3:29:28 AM)
And shift I do. It doesn't take long really, I pull the shirt off over my head and then quickly remove the shorts, wearing naught but what nature gave. Wadding them up into a ball, I toss them backwards onto the hood of the car and then drop to all fours. Darkly tanned fur sprouts from my skin and fills in evenly across my body as my spine lengthens, limbs elongate, and my internal make-up is smoothly shifted. Where once there was a man there's now a smoothly muscled mountain lion, a bit larger than normal for the species, but otherwise unremarkable save for that greenish glint to the eye that Stasia would know so intimately. Rubbing against the side of her leg I stalk in the direction I can see the light coming from, mouth opening and teeth bearing as I taste the air via padaa. It rolls over my tongue and past the organ on the roof of my mouth, informing me more about the state of the land than a month of human research could divine. And the land is ill indeed.

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 3:30:02 AM)
teeth baring*

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 3:45:48 AM)
Her hands drop to allow him to slide against him. She enjoys the sleek feel of his form sliding beneath her fingertips as they move along together. She continued along... her pace matching his... Did he see anything? Did he smell it? She wished they could communicate...

Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 3:54:34 AM)
I move alongside her, nearer in some parts and further away in others, but always within visual range. Investigating a scent there, checking on a sound there, my tail twitching with curiosity as we draw ever nearer. The light is bright in my eyes to the point it's hard for me to imagine her human vision hasn't detected it yet. Every time I pass her I either brush her legs or bump her with my head, marking her as mine to make her easier to track if for some reason we get seperated. Communication is a problem as no kinfolk I've ever heard of can understand cat-speak like one of the Bastet but it's worth giving a try to. She could learn, couldn't she? If not the actual language than at least the ability to interperet me? Such a lesson would probably be better done when our lives aren't in jeapordy. Smelling no immediate danger I shift upwards back into Sokto as we continue. "Can you see it?" I point to the sky in the horizon. "It's bright to me."

Stasia Niles (Jun 28, 2011 3:58:13 AM)
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Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 28, 2011 4:01:40 AM)
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Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 28, 2011 4:01:49 AM)
(Hey... I have to do this demon thing)

Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 28, 2011 4:02:23 AM)
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Jason Niles (Jun 28, 2011 4:05:51 AM)
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