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✧ JACK KELLY
 Posted: Apr 15 2018, 02:53 PM
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143 • Human/Celestial • Resourcefulness • North America (Monterey)
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This had to be one of the craziest things Jack had ever done. And that was saying something. But it was the only option he had so he’d just have to make the best of it. Jack had promised Loretta and Zaria, neither of whom wanted him to do this at all, that he’d be smart. And that was why he now walked along the dark and damp halls, a nice steady but unhurried pace as if he belonged there, giving no outward sign of just how wrong this place and being in it felt. He didn’t think his face would be recognizable to too many Anti-Guardians but he had been at Centralia and who knew how many fearlings might have been lurking in any shadow at any time. So he did his best to conceal his features without being obvious, the brim of his newsie cap pulled low and wearing a long, loose fitting jacket with the collar slightly up.

Ideally he wouldn’t cross paths with anyone but since he couldn’t really count on being that lucky Jack hoped he might just look like another one of the ranks. So long as whoever he passed couldn’t automatically sense what sort of magic he had. Zaria had warned him that the Bogeyman’s servants could hide in shadows themselves- and Jack had seen just how close to shadows his fearlings were first hand. So even though he seemed to be alone in the winding passages he did his best to keep up the act of being comfortable and familiar. He’d memorized the exact directions the lightbeams had provided allowing him to confidently navigate the turns and stairways. Outwardly he was calm and at ease, someone who might well have traveled these halls all the time without a second thought. Inside his heart was hammering so hard he prayed it wasn’t actually as audible as it felt and adreneline flooded his bloodstream. He thought he might have felt a little better with some light- something to push away the think, inky shadows that, much as he hoped it was just in his head, he swore moved on their own every so often. But that was out of the question, light users didn’t belong here. Summoning up even a tiny glow would no doubt set off alarms or at the very least draw attention he didn’t need.

Even through his coat Jack could feel a chill setting in. Nothing too bad thanks to the extra layer and his experience with cold but still noticeably a few degrees lower than the already crisp air above ground. He had thought the silence of the halls was annoying, nothing but the faint echo of his own footsteps and the thought they might be heard. But as he made his way down the final staircase about halfway down he realized there was something worse than the heavy silence.

Screams. Sobbing and whimpers. Voices speaking words too muffled to catch but still unmistakably agonized. Jack felt bile rise in his throat, unable to ignore the cries. Pain, fear, and hopeless desperation carried in every voice. Very unwelcome memories flashed through Jack’s mind, images of children huddling in dark rooms, tear tracks the closest they came to cleaning grime from their faces. Trembling just at the sound of the heavy boots that signaled a guard coming through. How many prisoners did the Anti-Guardians have? And just what sort of tortures did they use to get such constant sounds of misery? He wished he could just run the entire hall, tearing one door after another open and letting every one out. And maybe…if it weren’t for his promise he might have seriously considered doing just that. But no…that would attract too much attention and he would definitely fail. It was going to take a miracle just to get one prisoner out. Trying for more was just going to get everyone involved caught and probably in a much worse situation. His hands clenched into fists at his side as he tried to hide just how disturbing it all was. And to hide the dread that one of these voices might be Lori. No, no, she couldn’t have hid that level of pain during the call, she said she was being treated ok, that they needed her for something, he tried to reassure himself forcing his steps to remain steady and measured. Just one step at a time no matter how much he wanted to leap the whole distance and run to the door the lights had said.

Even the shadows have eyes in that place. He remembered Zaria’s warning…the look in her dark blue eyes and almost pained frown. Loretta had made it clear she didn't want him getting involved here. He told himself he wasn’t brining anyone else along because a group, especially one that included known Guardians like Cupid or Leora, would be too easily noticed. He was going alone because he could slip in and slip out easiest that way. And that was true. This did seem like the best way to try. He didn’t let himself think about the other reason. Wouldn’t acknowledge that he didn’t want to ask anyone else to follow him into a suicide mission.

It probably only took a few seconds, a minute at the most, counting each door he passed and fighting back a flinch every time a wail sounded through one. It felt longer though. But finally he reached the door they said Loretta would be in. He swallowed hard, a hand reaching into the pocket of his coat where his fingers clasped around a pair of hairpins, deliberately bent out of shape. This would be the part he would have to count on luck for. No amount of cocky, self assured posturing was going to change the fact that people only picked locks when they weren’t really supposed to be opening something. But there wasn’t any other option.

He forced himself to wait just a few moments listening. Thankful that there wasn’t any screams or sobbing from this one but he also had to make sure no one was in there with her at the moment. The large wooden door was too thick for him to have much chance of hearing small noises, especially not over the other noises echoing through the hall. But he hoped that if there was someone else he might hear voices or…something. Satisfied that this room was mostly quiet, and hoping it wasn’t because she'd been taken out for any some reason and it was now empty, he set to work. Jack slid the pins into the large old fashioned lock. He could feel the thin metal of the lockpicks straining against the heavy pins within but they managed to push them into place. One by one. He had to focus just to keep his hands steady. Don’t rush. Better slow and done right than having to start over again.

Finally he heard the last, louder click and the loosening of the handle. He moved quickly to push it open letting a surprisingly warm glow spill out into the dim hallway. Jack stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking on to the side of the room.

“Lori,” the name came out as a strained gasp, a tiny bit of relief that was quickly replaced by renewed worry as he took in the sight of her. A chain stretched between a cuff around her ankle and fastened down to the leg of the bed. Bruises and cuts were scattered across her skin at varying stages of healing ranging from nearly faded to looking pretty fresh.

Jack rushed forward, he wanted to hug her, kiss her, just reassure himself that she was real and here in front of him, to offer the comforts he couldn't when they had talked over the crystals. But practicality won out as he reminded himself there would be plenty of time for that after they were out of this awful place. So instead he dropped to his knees once he reached her, lockpick still in hand and ready to set to work on freeing her ankle, grateful that it was just one cuff to deal with. "Can you try to make that key of yours?" He asked. "Make it go anywhere you want just away from here."

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✧ LORETTA
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 11:59 AM
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226 • Human (Immortal) • Imagination • Monterey, CA


It had been another hard day. But the Wolf seemed proud of her once it was all done. In all honesty the days blended together awfully well. She'd sleep, wake, eat a bit before training taking minimal breaks in the various fights she was to do. Only until her magic was used up or she was defeated so soundly was she allowed any rest. Today had been a former.

She was just exhausted...and sore... the fearlings and nightmares she had been pitched against were not gentle. They had landed some good hits including some awful bruises, a split lip, and a nasty cut on her cheek. Still...when her captor was happy- things were easier.

But she wasn't ok. It used to be that she'd drop off to sleep just from pure exhaustion but recently.... ever since the call... Loretta's emotions were everywhere. She couldn't relax...couldn't rest. Jack wouldn't be that reckless...but he also had sounded so very determined. But even more so... she still had to figure out what she would do anyways. She laid back on her bed and closed her eyes just wanting to get at least some rest... and somehow she eventually drifted off.

Some time later, a small sound caught her attention- footsteps outside the door. Or....were they? She wasn't sure if it was real or something she imagined. Loretta rubbed her eyes and sat up. It wasn't too uncommon... being woken up for some reason- maybe another training session? She really hoped not... Usually he had been nicer about letting her have some time to rest, better to be safe than sorry ...

She moved to sit at the edge of the bed, and wait for him to enter; but then another sound caught her attention causing her to freeze.

Small clicking.....then again maybe she was just confusing the sound of the fire for something else?

But then the door opened- and it wasn't the Big Bad Wolf. Her eyes widened in shock and she sat frozen as Jack entered. T-this had to be a dream... this wasn't real. This couldn't be real. But Jack wasted no time instead crossing over to her and moving to start to pick the lock of the cuff around her ankle. She drew away slightly in shock but.... he...he was here.....right here....in front of her. A sight...she never thought she'd see again and she just wanted to hold him...but she also felt fear. So, so much fear. And it was this fear that overrode everything.

"W-Why are you....why are you here?" She asked, her voice low and and trembling... but instead- Jack told her to make a key. The key that could let her escape- it used to be something she had considered doing but...being chained up meant it was useless... and then after the trainings...she had no energy. And now? It was just useless.

"I-I can't." She said shaking her head, "I'm sorry...it's....impossible." She felt physically ill just thinking about it. The consequences were beginning to add up in her mind. "Jack- leave...go....while there is still time, while you still can. Please." She moved to touch his hand almost relieved that...it was real- but also worrying. He shouldn't be here.

"Please..." she begged, tears stinging her eyes already. But she knew in the back of her mind- Jack had risked this much to come here...there wouldn't be time to argue... if he insisted on her coming...she would have to go- and do her best to keep up and not slow him down.




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✧ JACK KELLY
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 09:07 PM
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143 • Human/Celestial • Resourcefulness • North America (Monterey)
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Just as Jack was reaching to pick the lock Loretta drew away, her foot moving back a step. He looked up at her, knowing this had to be a bit of a shock for her and of course she wasn't pleased that he'd come against her advice. But even from the brief talks they had managed Jack could hear the hopelessness in her voice, could tell how lost and helpless she felt in the situation. If Loretta stayed here she was either going to die or be forced to do something, to become someone she didn't want...or both. So when the lightbeams returned saying they had pinpointed her cell he had considered still holding off. But then he thought about how even at his suggestion of trying to escape she didn't seem to have much hope of that. And without hope he knew she wouldn't try on her own. Lori was a planner, always weighing risks and calculating. And most of the time that worked out for the better but not all the time. Jack on the other hand knew a thing or two about quick getaways and escapes. And more often than not, while a plan of some kind might come in handy, you ultimately had to trust yourself, act fast, and take a risk. She wasn't going to do that- which meant she needed help.

And on top of that she kept talking about how it was better here. How she was fine- when she all too clearly wasn't. This place, whoever her jailer was, they were getting in head. Convincing her that this was her only choice, the best she could ever hope for. A cell. A chain around her ankle. This was the easiest choice but she deserved more, she deserved freedom. It reminded Jack of the kids at the Refuge who actually started believing they were better off there because they had a roof over their heads instead of starving on the street. Even if the roof leaked, leaving grimy pools on the floor where they slept and the small servings of moldy or rotting food still left them hungry. And it scared Jack to hear Lori starting to talk like that. She was giving up. And knowing that Jack couldn't just sit around and wait.

"I'm getting you out of here," he answered, meeting her gaze. He could see the cuts on her cheek and lip. All sorts of bruising and she looked exhausted. "Like you said, I'm no good at sitting around but I do have a knack for escapes." He added, reaching again to try and pick the lock of her cuff.

He couldn't say he was surprised when she claimed the key was impossible. He'd known that would be their best bet, just to make a door somewhere safe and be gone in a few steps. But he also knew better than to count on it. He'd tried to guess based on when she had managed to call when she would be finished with the fights she was forced to endure and even allowed a little bit of rest. He hated putting off escaping for even a few that short time but he hoped it would mean she might have been rested up enough to summon the key. And he hoped it wouldn't have been taken away from her. So the key was the best chance but he had come prepared for making a more old fashioned escape too.

So when she said it was impossible he felt his own adrenaline rise a little but didn't let it phase him. And then she bent down, reaching to touch his hand. One hand continued to hold the pins in the lock but the one she reached out to turned, wrapping his fingers around hers as he looked up to face her. He could see the tears in those emerald eyes and while his own expression likely betrayed that he was nervous and on edge there was also relief at seeing her, being close to her again, and determination to get them both to safety. "I'm not going anywhere without you," he said, giving her hand a squeeze before turning his attention back to the lock. He worked his way through the chamber, feeling pin after pin move into place.

"The key would be the fastest way out," he said. "But if you don't have it or it'd be too much energy I know the quickest route to make a break for it." He said.

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✧ LORETTA
 Posted: May 3 2018, 03:14 PM
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226 • Human (Immortal) • Imagination • Monterey, CA


She knew his answer before he spoke. She could see the determination in his gaze...but she could also sense nervousness. He met her gaze as he spoke he even tried to throw in a joke- but she was just too shocked to even try and joke back or even laugh or smile. Her stomach turned as everything started to weigh on her. This couldn't be happening...but it was. She felt cold.

But he seemed to be on a mission. He went back to picking the lock and she began to wonder if this was some sort of test... but the Wolf didn't really know about Jack. Not like this. Not the lockpicking or the key either. This was real. It wasn't a test.

He.... was here ... her mind was blank and nothing could form no plan...no idea of what to do. She felt paralyzed. Jack gently wrapped his fingers around her hand causing her to choke back a sob as he gave a small squeeze. She couldn't do this...but she had to. Already her mind was filling with the possibilities of failure...so many ways it could go wrong...and yet there was now a tantalizing whisper of hope. One she was afraid of entertaining lest it get shattered...but... if they could escape...she could go home. She wanted to go home. She covered her mouth with her hand and tried to just...keep calm and not break down- now wasn't the time for that.

"I know...I...he doesn't know but I just...I can't summon it- if I try and I fail then I don't know if I can keep up..." she said quietly, her voice trembling. "Latter seems better...but Jack what if....what if we fail?" The last pin clicked into place and the cuff around her ankle fell away. The skin where the cuff had been was red and there were some signs of scrapes that had mostly healed over.



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✧ JACK KELLY
 Posted: May 3 2018, 10:22 PM
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143 • Human/Celestial • Resourcefulness • North America (Monterey)
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It was clear Loretta was shaken, possibly upset with him for coming, scared of what would happen and of course after being held prisoner for this long, forced to fight to exhaustion, afraid of what her captors intended for her she probably hadn't been in the most positive state of mind to begin with. A part of Jack wished he could comfort her but a bigger part knew all too well that any embrace or kind words, any hope he offered would just hurt all the more if they were caught. So he couldn't spare even the seconds it would take, his whole focus had to be on getting Loretta out of here.

He continued to work on the lock but still listened as she spoke. He would trust her judgement when it came to her endurance level. If she felt like just summoning up the key would be a long shot, one that would cost her so much energy she wouldn't be able to do make a run for it if it came to plan B then it probably was best not to take the risk. So he gave a small nod. "OK, just a good old fashioned run for it then," he said. Jack's mind raced trying to take in every factor. He had noticed that she was bare foot and there didn't seem to be any shoes just lying around the room. That was going to make a long run tough, and offering her his own shoes probably wouldn't help much since the wrong size shoe might still make running difficult. And he'd want his own feet protected if it ultimately came to carrying her for a stretch. But the halls of the labyrinth had actually seemed fairly smooth so hopefully she could make it at least as far as the outside world. They could assess her condition when they got to that point.

The last pin finally fell into place, the cuff falling open with a small click. She definitely must have had that thing on her for a long time, if the healing cuts were anything to go by. But it looked like the most recent was just some minor irritation and chafing which was probably unavoidable with a metal cuff on for any extended time. Hopefully it wouldn't cause her too much additional trouble.

He straightened, reaching out to take her hand, hazel eyes meeting green. "Don't think about failing," he said, reaching out unable to resist sparing an extra second to gently touch her cheek. Careful not to apply any pressure on the traces of bruising but...even with his mind focused on the mission at hand he had gone almost a month with no idea if she was alright. He needed the confirmation she was here, needed to convince both her and himself that they were going to be ok. "Just stick close and we'll deal with whatever comes, ok," he said softly.

"Ready?" he said, though he- and probably Lori- knew that they didn't really have the luxury of waiting long. Still, he did pause long enough to let her give some sort of response, every muscle tense and ready to move. As soon as she agreed he intended to lead her out the door and back along the hall the way they came. Jack knew they had to move fast but he made sure to check his own pace to keep near to Loretta.

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 Posted: May 4 2018, 02:05 AM
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226 • Human (Immortal) • Imagination • Monterey, CA


It seemed Jack was still trying to keep positive...which was good. They would need that. 'A good old fashioned run for it' was one way of putting things she supposed. She really, really hoped this worked.

When the cuff was off, Loretta felt...strange...as if maybe this really was a possibility. That they could get out of here. The hope was growing a bit stronger now... which was good. She would need that.

And then he took her hand - it really was real. She still couldn't believe it. She was happy....happy that he was here and yet still afraid as well. Loretta glanced down when he told her to not think about failing, she swallowed and nodded- her eyes meeting his as he gently touched her cheek. She missed him so much, but there wasn't time to be affectionate or comforting. That could wait.

She nodded at his next words, "Ok..." She said quietly.

She mentally began to prepare herself... this....they had no other option than to succeed. Failure wouldn't be an option. At all. "I am." She said with a nod.



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 Posted: May 4 2018, 09:21 PM
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143 • Human/Celestial • Resourcefulness • North America (Monterey)
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Jack flashed an encouraging smile as Loretta responded. They needed to believe they could make it. He slipped his hand in hers and moved back towards the door. He had to suppress a small grimace at the creak of the hinges but hopefully there wasn't anyone around to hear it. Or if there was they would just assume someone was checking on one of the prisoners or something like that. Stepping out of the hall they were again greeted by cries and unnerving sounds. Jack swallowed trying to focus on the rest of this rescue mission.

He'd memorized the way here and back, his mind already working through the path. Back down the cell block, counting doors wouldn't be as important this way since they just had to reach the stairs. Then the series of halls and more turns. Fortunately once they were out lights would be waiting and would be waiting and ready to help cover an escape and even get word to Zaria if needed. They would be making sure to keep a distance from the entrance, not wanting to set off any alarms but near enough to see when Jack and Loretta emerged. Because they were going to get out of here. But until then it would just be the two of them largely on their own. Jack just hoped they didn't run into any trouble, it would be a waste of time and draw unneeded attention at best. At worst...it was probably best not to think too much on that.

"Let me know if you need to slow down," Jack said, he kept his hand around Loretta's, his grip loose enough that they could slip apart if they needed to split up. But the contact would hopefully give them both encouragement and make it a little easier to notice how she was managing the pace. He set off down the hall at a run, determined to get out of here as fast as they could. Jack seriously doubted a place like this would be without security provisions which meant it was only a matter of time before an alarm was raised- if it hand't been already. Even if he had managed to blend in and avoid suspicion on the way in he was now in the company of a known prisoner and headed for an exit. Keeping up the casual act would be pointless at this point.

Jack sprinted along the corridor. The darkness was unsettling- pretty much everything about this place was for that matter. It made it hard to see ahead but he had been careful, making sure to keep his sense of direction no matter how many twists and turns it took. Hazel eyes darted around trying to take in everything, making sure he stayed at Loretta's side as they ran, watching for anything strange in the shadows. He thought he could just nearly see the foot of the stairs he had taken down to get here. It was in sight, they would be that much closer to getting out soon. Only...it still looked like just a distant shadowed opening at the end of the hall. It was probably just his head playing tricks on him. The hall had been long and so poorly lit it was hard to judge distance on sight. It felt like it was taking longer because he was so keenly aware of how much every second mattered. So every one felt longer, they just had to keep moving.

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 Posted: Jun 13 2018, 03:21 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

The ring on his finger, dug hard into the sheets, glinted not in the light but of its own volition. Skoll growled, not unlike the growls before he saw this, but these ones contained more malice than ecstasy. His bed mate sensed the change in his demeanour and, as the beautiful dökkálfar was about to ask what was distracting Skoll, the warg pulled away and began to dress. It was the worst possible time she decided to try to break free. Skoll couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to indulge, to forget all that he worked for and lose himself to his feral lust. All chance of release was lost now. He could not hope to both finish here and keep his prisoner, so with a swift, unexplained departure, Skoll left to retrieve his jailbird.

There was no time for walking, nor bipedal running, Skoll swiftly relinquished the spell to fall on all fours and shake out his fur. No matter how much he enjoyed the benefits of a more humanoid form, this always felt most natural. A warg. It was how he was born, how he would die, anything in between was not consequential. This was who he was. It drove everything he did, he instincts ruling over him in an uncomfortable manner. If only he could rid himself of it, to control his own mind that way he controlled other’s.

His heavy paws slammed against the stone floors of the labyrinth as he ran, skidded around corners, barreling into walls, threw aside lesser Anti-Guardians. Whatever they did was less important than his own mission. They were beneath him. He cared not for the shouts as vials of glass shattered on the ground, spraying their colourful liquids across with dangerous reactions, smoke and small explosions. There was no time for their useless whining as he slowed near the stairs down to the prison block. He’d hoped he’d made it, taking a few seconds to shift and look down at the ring on his hand. They were close. He snarled and shifted once more and began his descent down the stairs, a constant growl in the back of his throat.

The corridor continued for Jack and Loretta, impossibly long, so much so that it begged the question whether they had turned the wrong way. It was impossible, though. This was just a long hallway. The way to Loretta’s cell hadn’t been this long, and then Jack hadn’t been moving as swiftly as he did now, even with Loretta in tow. Every few meters it felt like he may have seen a break in the cell doors and stonewall, but in the end it was a trick of the light. Until finally, finally there was a real break, stairs, a dark passageway, but an exit. Mere seconds after spotting it, however, all hope was dashed.

A massive paw stepped down onto the dark floor as a maw slowly crept around the corner, teeth bared and muffling a growl. The form of a massive russet wolf descended from the stairwell and slowly it’s head to them. It’s lips curled when it spotted Jack, then Loretta, and it’s muscles tightened, hackles raising with a vicious snarl. They were caught.

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