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  1. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Subtle Sabotage

    New World Therapy and Health Services Shortly before the grand opening of Satyr Stadium Late afternoon Gena was cleaning the coffee pot in the break area, he could hear it layered between the cacophonies of pounding feet on the treadmills. A fresh brew was coming, it was the only scent he really truly loved. Eyes were carefully watching Chris on the wooden dummy as he waited for the new pot to finish, the guy was fast, but was already moving to the next hit before committing to the first. “Being fast isn’t the goal,” he said quietly, catching the man’s fist with unnatural speed before it hit the target, deflecting the weak punch to the side. Chris stumbled back slightly. “I… I don’t want to break the dummy.” Kai shook his head, “you won’t. I barely pushed you and you lost your footing.” “Yah, but you’re…” he let it trail, lowering his voice, “…like me. Stronger.” The expressive brows quirked at him as he crossed his arms, “it’s built for us, to withstand our punches. Do it again.” Chris was one of the first Weres the cat had ever been able to tolerate for longer periods of time. The veteran was building quite a school of students in his new facility. Classes were starting to give way to individual training sessions. He actually liked it better. The solitary Were seemed to be becoming more welcoming… perhaps he was just building up the resilience to control the cat. It may have helped that Chris was also of the feline variety, but he wasn’t a strong Were and was definitely nowhere near dominant despite his appearance. The guy was big, had a few inches on the Brit and was built like a linebacker. If the world were normal, in a bareknuckle it would be obvious who would win. It wasn’t normal, Kai had a mix of complications, and Chris had been a bus driver that dabbled in botany. Not that a bus driver that was also a competitive gardener couldn’t kick ass, it was just Chris hadn't, still couldn’t and most likely never would. The big guy did it again. He was fast, still noncommittal. Chris simply didn’t want to hit things. A long breath was drawn, tapping his thumbs on his biceps, “you’re not ready for a competitive fight.” “I know,” he took a towel and wiped it over his features. “I withdrew this morning.” Kai’s features were quizzical, inside… he was elated. Third victory in as many weeks. He’d taken it upon himself to personally seek out all the opponents signing up for that shitstorm of an entertainment venue and convince them to back out. His arguments were valid. They would become targets for being what they were, most likely get the crap kicked out of them, and not win anything. “Are you sure?” Chris nodded, soft spoken, “you’re right, the money is tempting but… I still don’t want people to know what I am.” He glanced around the room. “Nobody here knows about you, and you could kick my ass.” “It’s not about ass-kicking Chris, really.” There was a twinge of something, empathy? The conversation continued quietly. “It’s about not making us look like complete rabid brutes. We’re targets for a variety of reasons, we don’t need to show the world how vicious we can be. Mages… Outworlders… they have the good fortune of still being seen as human. We don’t. People see us as animals. I don’t want to hide, but fighting in a ring in front of thousands of people is not the way to let people know who we are. Proud of you for realizing it wasn't something for you.” He took Chris’ place at the dummy, snapping through a series of motions. The reinforced machine strained against his pulled punches. “Before you move, feel all your forward momentum exit through your fist before committing to your next move. Again.” He stepped back and Chris ran through the complex series of moves again. "Better." Kai’s always calm exterior hid the churning thoughts, resisting the urge to smile to himself as he crossed his arms and watched his student... another cancel. Another victory.
  2. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Blitz

    January 22, 2021 Sidewalk Outside Satyr Stadium, 9:30pm. And there it was. The most stupid fucking thing that could ever exist. Wind whipped its sharp breath once through the street, almost as if it had been reading his mind, rifling the edge of his dark hoodie enough to slip the hood from around his features. Gloves were pulled off, then the Navy beanie as the normally clear kelly green slid from the massive goliath he was looking up at. It was brazen, and arrogant, and apparently unstoppable. Bare fingers rifled through his hair a moment before pulling the skullcap back on and over his ears. He’d barely broken a sweat in the last five miles, cold gelling what little there was almost immediately on the back of his neck. Hood pulled back up, gloves back on, fingers interlocked to reach high above his head in a languid stretch before thoughts returned to continuing his run. Even the layers under his zip-up had done nothing to elicit more of a sweat. He didn’t know why he came… strike that. He knew exactly why. Hiding for so long. Forced to hide for so long. Hunted. His presence a death sentence for the woman he loved that was now out of his reach again if she ever mentioned what he was to those around her. Now, what the world hated and feared was on display for all to see. The blood, the infection… splattered all over the ring like it was a fucking joke. Money passing between hands to see who had the bigger fangs, and cheered in bars like a goddamn super bowl. Lips pursed, tongue running across a canine. Apparently it was okay now to pretend to be powerful and also be infected. He’d needed to put his eyes directly on the pompous monstrosity for it to be real. It blew the door wide open for every single fear the population had about the infected. For the Vanguard to have all the fodder they needed to continue its rabid hatred, for the those that came to him terrified and hunted to have more demons to run from. More suspicions and fear for some, less threat for others to think the whole Were infected community were fluffy toys to be bought and sold in swag stores. The question was, what would he do about it. Kneeling, he adjusted the laces on his right shoe, retying it before dusting off the knee of his black Adidas running pants. This was a fucking nightmare. Few, if any had the eyes he did… every weakness, strength and point of entry locked into his brain before turning them back to the sidewalk to decide which direction he wanted to go. A Colosseum worthy of an empire, a modern day Caesar. Two thousand years ago it took sixty men and twenty three stab wounds to take down a god. He only needed one well-placed bullet.
  3. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Blitz

    Nostrils flared, the tick of scents rolling around him were starting to light up. Before; cement, street oil, the exhaust from the hulk of a car. Now... other things. The lingering scent of something burning, cinnamon maybe. Cat had stirred ever so slightly a few moments prior, now it was honing on point. Definitely awake, definitely alert. Not a good thing. The stranger was different. Hostile. He should have just left. Really. His brow came down ever slightly. He was always armed, and the idiot was a brazen example of hubris. Less than two seconds. Two taps. The Were would have the keys to the place, the keys to the man's car, and anything he wanted access to in the entire stadium until somebody caught up with him. You really think weres are the worst that could walk through here? Please. This place has to withstand fourth and fifth level mages…enhanced that can cause small nuclear explosions…. earth elementals that can cause magnitude 8 earthquakes. Him. He was worse. The cat fell quiet, senses flushing out wide and acutely aware of everything. His companion. The roll of exhaust still lingering around the brute car. It was when his gut became stealth that things were dangerous and unpredictable. He was much worse. A little cage will hold all that?.... ya right….. why is it that everyone thinks they know how this will work without havin' a clue whats behind the walls… thinks I am an idiot puttin' t'gether a straw box to hold back fire? It was clear the man most likely only noticed things that were big and loud because he seemed himself to be big and loud. A man, out for a run, quietly asking questions? Forgettable. Maybe. The smile from the well mannered Were brought a soft huff through his nose that was as close as he got to an eyeroll. It was an easy smile though, casual and conceding, his unusually pronounced canines briefly exposed before he decided it was best to leave the man be. He'd come back later. Of course... His tone, was kind. It was always kind. I wish you all the best with it. Because it will fail horribly. Hood was flipped back, Navy beanie off again to slide back the shorn hair before pulling it back down over his ears and replacing his hood. He knelt to re-tie a shoe, glancing at Pandora. Time to leave. He was done, no matter how much he wanted to shred the guy just to bring wicked and damaging press down on the place. If Pandora hadn't been there, he would have. Doubtful the man even knew how close to death he was. Entirely doubtful... and that was a terrifying thought.
  4. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Blitz

    Better myself than a street tart….. Cat quivered heavy in his gut, almost blinking from its slumber. He didn’t know her well, but she had sought him out for help once and thought enough of him to recognize him after all this time. The asshole remark toward her comment flicked at his ear like an irritant, it wasn't okay. Apparently though, his last words were enough to get his attention. Yes…. I do actually…….. …..especially….. for weres…. “No... you don’t.” His voice was gentle, it always was, in that place just above a whisper that sounded contemplative and forceful simultaneously. Some had described it to him as a commanding gentleness, others as silence before a storm. Either way, it had the timbre to be believed. The Were wasn't fucking around. He knew he was right, he was looking at two weaknesses at that exact moment. Trust me…… there isnt security like this…… anywhere…….. Cat ears picked up his words, response delivered absently as gaze traveled over the building again. “Unless you have cameras broadcasting the fights in reinforced steel boxes, they’re in cages. What happens if the Weres are tranq resistant?” Like him. “Cages aren’t enough.” Now he was straight up curious. He knew all the precautions, eyes came off a section of the stadium exterior he would be taking another look at later without anyone here, settling on the key clinker. Half the inquisitiveness was for what exactly the world thought a Were was capable of breaking through, the other was whether or not they had tricks he hadn’t thought of. Thus far, nothing for him had worked- and he knew his strength better than anyone. If he stepped in that cage, people would die. He couldn't believe he was the only one like him out there, and he wasn't about to watch people kill his kind because they thought they could contain them. “How could you possibly plan for whatever Were walks through that door…” the words were particularly to himself, reaching up to pull his Navy beanie closer around his ears and adjust his hood. It was time to leave and let the joker dig his own grave.
  5. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Blitz

    "I'm glad you're still a good person in these shitty times." Most people seemed to delve into the black after the event, he’d forced himself in the other direction. He didn’t start as a good person… "I hope they fail too. Humanity has survived, and after everything, we're going to go back to this." “There are implications to this that are beyond what we can even imagine I’m sure. We like to stay under the radar for a reason.” He couldn’t remember if she knew, hell… did it really matter anymore anyway? Now the cat was out of the bag, and every infected thing this side of a zombie could be used to make money off of, or for. Would it come to the point no Weres would want to fight? Or would it go in the other direction? Narrow of the bright eyes was slight, pupils widening to thick black orbs at the scent of pure combustion. He’d heard the brute car from a bit out, but parking this near signaled it was supposed to be here. Scent was rolled over as the guy got out, the aggression clearly picked up. Hands slid into his pockets as he looked down from the monstrosity and toward the other that now occupied their sidewalk. No…. we are not taking registrations early….. Brow came down slightly. Just the idea that he was irritated enough to blather answers to non-questions at two complete strangers was telling. The interest was definitely there, and it didn’t bode well for Weres. No….. there are no early tours of the place…… No…… we don’t need to fill any jobs at the moment…. Yes….we are really opening next month….. No….. we currently don’t need any suppliers… "Here's a question you might not hear very often since you seem quite accustomed to those other ones. Why don't you go fuck yourself." He blinked, then looked to Pandora. Mouth opened slightly, then closed as he reached to rub the back of his neck before hands found his pockets again. That was as good of a response as any; his words would probably have been just as harsh. “No, you don’t have enough security,” his voice was calm, a gentle quiet as his eyes wandered over the place again. “Not nearly. For Weres. You’re going to get people killed.” But he wasn’t there to debate, he needed more time to decide what to do about it. It was definitely not a good idea to stay too long, especially now that his ire had a face. The cat would latch on, and once it latched, it would hunt. The last thing he needed was for his beast to break out on a rabid hunt to kill this meathead. Not yet anyway.
  6. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Blitz

    He couldn’t say it didn’t tempt him. To let loose completely with the intent to fight without abandon was always something that seemed attractive. Accepted for the brutes they were… not hiding, or running. He was different though. If he threw a punch, even once, there was no turning back. He’d come so far, and the thought of disappointing those that he’d counseled and supported all this time was the one thing that was holding him back. Did that mean that a shred of humanity still existed? That he was unwilling to go back? Or was he unwilling to let himself hurt others? All of the above? Weres were Weres. Problem was he had been trained before he was a Were... He would kill things. There were no bells in the world that could be rung to call him off. It was, just a bad idea. This whole thing was a terrible idea. An odd thing about his old habits, they never stopped ticking. Each rustle of movement in a radius around him was always a blip on his radar. Add to that mortal sense, Were ones on top of it made life sometimes unbearable. Especially scents and colors, they were enough to send him over the edge. Someone was coming close, someone the cat recognized "Mr. Morgan?" The vibrant green moved in her direction, never forgetting a face. Names were fleeting, especially after what had probably been several years. Hers though, had been unusual, and at a poignant point of his growing practice. "It's a bit late for a run. Everything alright? The last time we spoke you were running a self-defense class to teach people to fight against the supernatural. I really hope you aren't thinking about fighting in these barbaric games for small minded people." His eyes followed hers back up to the giant building. “Never too late for a run. Pandora, isn’t it, if I remember correctly. Please, call me Kai,” it was so easy for him to smile, to look cordial, to feel cordial. “I’m still helping people, moved closer to Manhattan, expanded my practice quite a bit.” Fingers went up to pull down the hood, adjusting his wool scarf and tucking it neatly before pulling the hood back up. Sigh was quiet. “Honestly, I hope the thing fails miserably. All the work I’ve done… somehow I know though it won’t. Probably will be wildly popular. Demystifying the dangerous. I’ve got my work cut out for me I think. What are you doing out on this incredibly fine evening?”
  7. Kai Alexander Morgan

    WANTED

    Mwahahaha
  8. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Land of Confusion

    Breathing had all but halted, twitched top lip over unusually pronounced canines for a mere human threatened to sheer off the white weapons... He was aware but not aware, frozen yet kinetic and urging to move in an explosion of deadly muscles, laughter echoing inside a hollow cave, the scent of shampooed hair mixed with metal and greasemonkey. Pancakes. Bacon and piano music. Smell of soap on freshly cleaned skin. Gun oil. His cheek twitched. Deep green, full of pupil watched her jump up. She knew he was there. Mack always had good instincts, but Mack was not Mack. Mack didn't jump, or sleep on park benches. He couldn't untangle himself inside. Relief, rage, uncertainty, empathy. His foot stepped forward out of the light, chest finally allowed to take the deep breaths he needed after running so hard. Hand on his hip, the other swiping the Navy beanie off his head and scrubbing fingers up the back of shorn hair as he "innocently" just "arrived" from a run. It gave him hope that his instincts had maybe started to do the right thing, the normal thing instead of crush a skull on impulse. "Mack?" It was audible, but so far away in his head. Play it like... everything was normal. Normal not normal. Normal without... well what they had become. Something was desperately not right. Gone without a trace that even he couldn't track. Months... "Mack, is that you? When did you get back?" Innocent. Easy. Cordial. In his head he was screaming.
  9. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Land of Confusion

    Hooded green irises had been staring at the clock for almost fifteen minutes. What most would consider a regular object of methodical organization, he was going to smash into a thousand pieces in a few moments. The second hand had a lag that'd started around 4, late night back to back appointments kept him from fiddling with it to fix. Now, office assistant gone, gym closed, office closed, and every muscle was being held to a compressed quiver to prevent tearing across the room to destroy everything in his path to silence it. Depths of self control and rage were bottomless, the tangled fight leaving him still for sometimes hours. If nothing triggered action, he could take control. If agitated... something as little as a smell, or sound, all hell broke loose. Breathing. Slow. Sigh finally was pulled in, the balance of the internal battle finally tipped. Leather chair pushed back, hands on the dark wood desk as he stood. The battle was not over completely. The clock had to be silenced, and he would have to burn this off. Silent footsteps stopped at the shelf, finger delicately opening the glass face to stop the pendulum, closing it to the sound of gears ceasing to move the water torture that would have sent him into a rage two years ago. There had been a lull, when his world seemed to stabilize, now fully freight training again to an uncontrollable Were. The building was finally silent, the itch of agitation still sprinkling over his skin. Stepping into his personal bathroom, he changed quickly. Rugged runners, loose black running pants, a gray tee shirt peeled over his lithe torso. Black hoodie, fingerless gloves, black Navy skullcap. One key on a lanyard tucked into his hoodie. Hood up. Knife sheath on the inside of his forearm. Building locked, he bypassed his car for the alley and picked up pace. He had to run it out, which was next to impossible for a Were. Hours. Laps of the park spiralling inward, brain unconsciously tracking... irritation spiking, then resolving until a snap in his brain stopped the world on a dime. An entire demeanor snapped into mission mode, innocent runner instantly turning shadow and standing silently in the dark just out of the reach of the path light. Eyes on an occupied bench, brain folding over itself in scents it did and did not recognize.
  10. Kai Alexander Morgan

    That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    Nostrils flared slightly, casual observer thinking he was just winded, closer inspection would see it couldn’t be further from the truth. He’d just given himself more information about her. Feline. The kelly green seemed to shift in color slightly as he blinked it away. “I have heard that is a beautiful country…I also think everyone is a transplant anymore” It was. “Now it’s full of dragons,” it was matter of fact and he had to snap himself back into the façade that everyone knew, gaining a relaxed smile as one was cast at Katy. “Yes, I think some information would be great. I am sure you both are so very busy especially with your own work Kai, so I do apologize for interrupting it, but I think this place might fit the bill for my needs.” An inaudible snap in his throat stiffened his hackles. Dominance. So that’s what this was, his cat was staking its claim. Most of the time in passing on the street glares were exchanged, but nothing ever came of any of it. Now there was one standing in front of him. On purpose. He knew he was unusual, the solitary Were particularly intolerant of others. He also knew that others were not and would pack with others. He’d never left any alive long enough to find out if that was his nature. Lashes blinked slowly as Katy almost skipped off to get Sage some information. His smile disappeared as he watched after her, then returned the flared pupils to the new member. “I want to kill you.” It was said so easily, not even a blink as the quiet sentence was passed to her. “That being said, there are few that can control it like I do.” Smile as he pointed out a cabinet to Katy’s questioning expression about the new paperwork revealed unusually pronounced canines switched on like a light. That’s what was tearing at him. He couldn’t hide, the switch between killer and the mask the killer wore was clearly visible to another Were. Everything he’d worked so hard to normalize, the animal he’d successfully been able to bury in a room full of humans was in plain view. “In the interest of full disclosure, if you stay here you’re in danger. No other Were I know would give you the courtesy of knowing.” It wasn’t the time to disclose the vaults just yet. He had to see if he could refrain from attacking her first. This was not good, not good at all. The feline didn’t know what he was feeling, was it death, the need for hot blood in his throat, the simple act of kicking someone’s ass into submission? …he was feeling very bitey, as odd as that sounded in his brain. He was rocketing back to a time when he didn’t care what he hurt, or who he took. He’d made so much progress…made so many promises… to someone he didn’t know was alive or dead. Teeth clenched in a long sigh, watching Katy return with the information. *npc* If you’ve made up your mind we can get you signed up right now!
  11. Kai Alexander Morgan

    That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    The hackles. Every curse he knew in every language in kind flickered through his educated self, the primal self also reacted. Cat was alert, tail twitching in the metaphoric corners of his mind, and ready to kill. Kill was something he could not allow. It would ruin everything. Everything he'd built to sustain. After the mess of several months ago, the city was on complete and utter fucking edge. Any dream he'd ever had about fighting for some kind of equality and understanding was dashed for the moment. So. Control. Control over rage that was so potent even Katey seemed to unconsciously sense it, the concerned glance around the room a tell tale sign that even a human's primal senses could still be engaged. "Kai, that is an unusual name." "Welsh," he answered easily, a little surprised at how easily it did come. Maybe it was the self conscious need for his still present, yet faint accent, to be separated from the giant lump that was British- unless somebody was drinking themselves into a puking frenzy on St. Paddy's day or trying to be cool enough to wear a fucking kilt. The Welsh were overlooked quite a bit, and mistaken for everyone else. "Over the pond transplant I'm afraid." The handshake he dreaded became just that, dreadful, a full on baring of metaphorical teeth until his hand returned to his side. “I like this place you have here..." ....fuck "I am in the market for a new place to work out.” ...fuck... a duck. Say something Kai. Fucking Christ. He caught himself scanning the room, then glanced back to her, pulling the knit Navy cap he had on and rifling the shorn hair a few times. Skin was on fire. Obsessive thoughts of everything else than standing there at the moment and being polite were triggering through his muscles. She was feline. It was so much worse... "We're small, but get the job done. I can't lie, this gym is selfishly more for me than anything, I just thought there was a need for safety away from the general meatheads for my clientele base so I expanded. I teach self defense classes in the evenings, but my behavioral health offices are in the rear of the building. Antagonised, abused, assaulted, I counsel. Women mostly, though people who have been traumatised by the last ten years span all kinds, types and races." There was the jab. Now she knew he knew. Wasn't this nice? *npc* I can get you all set up if you like? Katey was the vision of welcoming. Fuck her hospitality. Goddamn it. Brain was ticking, unusually green eyes had become much darker, pupils large. Powder keg. A powder keg that wasn't going to blow no matter what happened. He was exceptionally at control. It was now up to the other Were to decide whether or not this was something she could bear. Other Weres could deal with their own kind, he, at this juncture, had never been one of them. Why in the hell had he built the vaults then? Wishful thinking? No.... a dreamer. The thought had always been philanthropy, now that one was standing directly in front of him, all that was beginning to crumble. They needed to talk, privately... but the world wasn't going to let that happen at the moment without definitive baring of identity. Fuck.
  12. Kai Alexander Morgan

    That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    He could feel everything. EVERYTHING. The hearts of those spattered around the quaint gym pulsing, down to the vibration of the air when feet hit a treadmill. Focusing. Focusing. Making plans in his head to make sure he knew the habits of his patrons on the sign-in sheets and to avoid seemingly new members. It was bound to happen eventually, and Christ he’d built the damn vaults downstairs specifically to help other Weres. Problem was, he couldn’t be around other Weres. His brain, was logical. They were all in it together, he had to create a safe space for those like him to learn and understand their limitations so they could all survive and surpass the stigma. His gut, just wanted to rip out throats and roll around in their blood. The thought, raised the hair again on the back of his neck as he reached to turn up the speed on the treadmill. Muscles had already began to make the belt slip slightly forward as his strength pulled at the limitations of the electronics. He wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long without attracting odd brow quirks from other members. They knew he was the owner and was extraordinarily in shape… but… there were limitations to what a “human” could do. Teeth clicked on edge, eyes trying to watch the news on one of the overhead televisions. Aware… every move, every heartbeat, each bead of sweat. Katey giving the new member information, a tour… and finally- -blink proceeded feet stepping nimbly to the rails on each side of the belt in mid-stride to stop. Hands clenched on the railings, triceps twitching slightly under his tee-shirt as he watched the spin of the belt keep moving, chest heaving. He was growling inaudibly from the depths of his psyche, the powder keg so close to blowing. Katey was talking to him, introducing him, the owner, to… Sage... his top lip shivered slightly over unusually pronounced canines, still watching the belt. Head down… Just. Breathe. Katey didn’t know. It wasn’t her fault. The female Were had kept moving around inside his domain… there was no way she couldn’t know by now. Either she was taunting him, or… Lips pursed upward slightly to an easy smile, mask clicking on like a light, hand reaching steadily for the slide to pull the speed down to a fast walk. He stepped back on, picking up his water bottle for a long swig before responding. Control. As controlled as a compressed volcano. Fingers clutched the tee shirt over his stomach to pull up and wipe his forehead, setting down the water bottle and wiping his hands on the small towel hanging over the rail before he stopped walking and rode down to the end to step off. “Hello Sage,” he smiled easily with an outstretched hand and a swig of water. “Kai. What brings you here? Other than the obvious, of course.” Besides wanting to die?
  13. Kai Alexander Morgan

    That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    It had become methodical, each stride perfect, a welcome lullaby to an OCD riddled brain. Breath was even in sync, much slower than he would have preferred, but letting the entire world know he could run flat for hours didn’t help much to blend into the new neighborhood. The whine of the belt on the new treadmill was a bit distracting to his nerves, power of his stride wanting to push it faster than the speed he’d set. Water was lifted from the cup holder without skipping a beat, watching the news. The rest of the place preferred to watch it CC, he could actually hear it when it was almost all the way down. Still talking about the giant clusterfuck a few months back. A whole new reason to hate Weres. It was everything they didn’t need, and required him to lock the place down tighter. That was exactly what brought the tick to his jaw as he ran on the furthest treadmill from the main door. Half a dozen were using the others at various speeds. The clink of free weights, even the sound of the showers in the small locker rooms on either side, tickled his ears with the burgeoning irritation. Katey, his gym manager was changing out the hand towels and wiping down equipment. Somebody was using way too much cologne in the men’s locker room. Eyes flicked to Katey and she nodded. She knew. Apparently people couldn’t read. No scents or cologne while in the gym. Owner had allergies, of course. Of course. He didn't want Weres in his place either.... of course that wasn't posted. It wasn't something he shared with anyone. They were everywhere however, walking amongst the normal. It was inevitable. Even though he fought for their plight, it was just something that brought him over the edge. First cologne. Now a Were. The cat that curled deep in his gut raised its hackles. The man, kept his pace and eyes on the news. Katey, being human, was just doing her job- greeting the woman that had just come through the door as she returned to the main counter. There was absolutely no way to tell her a Were was coming through the door. Katey was new, the woman had no idea who her boss was yet.
  14. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Brittle and Raw

    November 8th, 2019 3pm New York Center for Behavioral Medicine The light filtered through closed lids, breath controlled. Always controlled. Agitated, skin prickled. Not unusual, he always fought with it. Fought with sanity, fought with calm. Always fighting. Pretending. He was unaware fingertips had started to rub his temples, he didn’t get headaches, elbows resting on the grand mahogany office desk he was finishing his notes on. Fingers pushed through his hair to clasp at the back of his neck. Whispers floated past his ears. Dark. Fading in and out with the shadowed tendrils that were dancing in the afternoon sunlight filtering through his eyelids. *npc* Mr. Morgan, here’s the new roster for the next class. Inhale was sharp, lips almost sheared off his teeth as he looked up at her suddenly… unusually pronounced upper and lower canines always there. She was hyper sensitive to the mental health professional, very aware of what he was. Paper was brought back within her personal bubble until she assessed the situation. Thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose, a long breath taken before he smiled at her and reached out for the new list. [kai]Thank you. I’m sorry, I was up all night going through case files. The world isn’t going to get better on its own you know.[/kai] She smiled back and passed it off. He could lie better than anyone. Sociopaths could do that. It was such a terrible word, but it was the only word he had to describe himself. Especially lately. The nightly runs through the streets of New York to calm the agitation under his skin were starting to grind on him. If it was possible for him to be exhausted, it was now. He was painfully aware that in this state, he was just as dangerous. Physically worn down, the volatility was controllable. Mentally worn down, he was a powder keg. And this, whatever this was, made it worse. Months maybe. Felt different. The night. The moon, felt different. Fulls came and went, and it was always the same routine. This. Felt. Different. Routine would take him downstairs for five days in a few hours. Not a great plan, and he suffered for it. It was the best plan he had. Eyes narrowed on the window. Then it came, like a punch in the gut. Brows snapped downward. No. It wasn’t… no. Chair pushed back suddenly as he stood, muscles shaking under his skin. This wasn’t possible. Urgent footsteps only made it to the leather couch before the pain in his gut wracked him almost in two. Hand slapped the arm, knee hitting the floor. Nothing on this earth could take the Were down. Nothing. Except… [kai]Trina![/kai] Footsteps to his open office door were quick, incredibly confused. [kai]I need my case. NOW![/kai] She didn’t ask questions, appearing within moments to slide a silver case across the floor toward him, perplexed and incredibly terrified. He felt it bump his arm, back already on the floor in the euphoria before the excruciating storm. Trina knew the case was the panic button, and slammed the door behind her. The office was closed, the psychiatrist catching up on paperwork. She was the only other in the building. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t a full moon. Kai always clipped his extraction from the world close, but this was still too early. She trusted the man implicitly, but this wasn’t right. His door clicked open quietly, her eye peering in to see the unconscious Were on the floor. Nothing had happened. He was so incredibly still, seconds ticking by. Movement of his fingers made her heart jump. [kai]I can smell you…[/kai] Case clicked open, his eyes still closed a moment before flicking open and rolling to his side, a syringe with enough sedative to drop an elephant snapped between his teeth to pop the cap off and spit it out, [kai]GET! OUT![/kai] it was a snarl, an honest to god snarl, choking on her own breath as she backpedaled and scampered to the panic room. Suddenly on his feet, the Were's gate was almost drunk, stumbling out the door… slapping his hand on the panel that opened the elevator to the basement. Muscles were seizing so hard they threatened to break bone. Doors opening to the basement and scent of steel below. Shoulder hit the side of the door and he stumbled out of it, smacking to the floor. He was not going to make it to the emergency vault. This was not possible, it was NOT happening! The sound was sickening. Straight into flesh, the slap was merciless as the needle stabbed into the center of his chest, plunger depressed. Skull bounced once on the floor, the hollow echo incredibly loud in his ears, fingers going slack on the syringe that remained embedded in his flesh... the entire world swirling down a drain to complete darkness.
  15. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Cat and Mouse

    It was a noise he rarely made, deep in his throat, deeper than any human sound. There were times he had to remember he wasn’t human. No matter how hard he tried, scrubbed away the itch of nerves… he would never be human again. It was her odd sniff on the air at him that brought about the sound. A warning. A growl to incredibly sensitive ears. The cat was tolerant of the quivering and quick movements, but it was not to be trifled with. There was a limit to his patience and prodding, even though he seemed to have it under control for the time being. The strangeness in the air, made it impossible to tell whether or not that would remain for long. Itching, waiting for something to irritate it. …like a stomp of protest. Eyes narrowed to slits, licked only by the light when it peered through the trees. Calm. A breath was drawn in, then let out with equal control. ❥ "The nebo (sky)… you notice do you? Perhaps changes approach even now, even after all that has already transpired?" Focus was still for a moment, then gaze rose to the trees above and the split in the sky. [kai]There is no perhaps.[/kai] It was definitive. Where she was content to speak in questions and riddles, he spoke in absolutes. There WAS something happening, he could feel it in his blood. The Were was a part of the Nevus, he was made by the rip, had one foot inside to see things no words in any language could describe. It was horror and joy at the same time. Weakness, feeble and yet succinctly powerful beyond measure. He could feel it even now, humming in his blood. Pulling at the cat. Pulling at the cat. The moon was still too far off, but the sky pulled. The thought was a terrifying one. ❥ "Have the Zorja been lazy? Do you fear Simargl has fled the Littlest Bear and will consume all you know…?" His lip quirked quietly up at the corners, cords that lined the back of his hands flicking slightly as his fingers moved to flex and return. The man was formidable, lean and tall with a thickness that could only signal pure muscle lying beneath. The Were wasn’t at fault for that, the man was, the Were only adding to the effectiveness of the hunter. [kai]It already has begun.[/kai] When his voice fell below the normal speaking volume, it took on a timbre of fluidity. Harsh but gentle, vulnerable and warm, yet dangerous to the core. It was then he was contemplating, and then he was truly dangerous. It wasn’t when the lion roared that people had to watch their throats, it was the silence that lay before and after. In that time between times, decisions were made -sometimes in haste- that led to life or death. [kai]The changes are here, happening even now. I can feel its vibration.[/kai] Another deep breath was drawn in, watching the footsteps move away, and relishing in the fact he’d averted almost certain bloodshed. The cables however were wearing thin. Snapping one by one. Even he wasn’t sure how long it would be until the man no longer had control of the cat, and the sky would have everything to do with it.
  16. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Dark and Unspoken

    "Sounds like a plan," Never in a million years. There was no way he ever could or would have predicted that it would happen. This was not the plan, it was not what was supposed to happen, and the second his brain realized the extent of the problem every nerve in his body sprung to life at the sound of an engine one row over firing. It was a violent surge. Panic. When the hell did he start to panic? When he realized she didn’t have her helmet. This was not the plan. The more he thought it, the more panic ruffled over his skin. She was already moving. She was supposed to wait at the gate for him. This was most definitely not the plan. What was the plan? Returning to the shop to hotwire the damn things and grab her stuff. A nice ride, a little banter, opening up the bikes on the more deserted highways around the city in ways they couldn’t on the crowded streets, prepared for any crap they might run into. Talking.. chatting… That’s not what was going to happen. Everything was beginning to run on instinct. If there was a doubt he struggled to control his PTSD, there was none now. It seized in the center of his chest, the surge of adrenaline hitching his breath when the ferocity of Were blood caught whiff of it. Knife was pulled from his back pocket even as his footsteps sped up toward the meeting point. Before he could tell her to wait, her engine gunned, feline eyes narrowing at the smile cast back toward him. "Catch me if you can!" She was gone. DAMN IT! Fingers worked faster than anyone, even as a human he’d been fast. He had to be, or he would die. There was no way he could go back for her helmet and still be able to catch her- even with crazy senses he couldn’t circle back and catch up. He could, he was not a newbie to this, but the risk was too great that he'd lose her. He wasn’t working with his own life here. What the hell was she thinking?! Palm slammed at the knife without the delicacy normally meant for this type of work. Stealth had always been the key, there was no stealth here. Heel became a pivot as the engine roared to life and he gunned it even as it was facing in the wrong direction, spinning the beast in a circle, spray of dirt everywhere from the back tire before lifting his foot and rocketing off after her, over sidewalks and cutting corners to make up lost time. One thought in mind. Catch her, and hit her kill switch.
  17. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Dark and Unspoken

    November 25th, 2018 Companion Piece to “Sands of Time” Little Monks Garage, early evening He’d stared at his phone for longer than he should have. Why was this so hard? Absent from civilization the last few days, the buzz of the moon was still on his skin. Relatively unscathed in his new vault set-up though, that was setting up to be a novel success. When he’d returned to his apartment, Mack still hadn’t been there, their unusual on again off again relationship satiating whatever need she had to keep her autonomy. Of course, the fact she never really left his senses because she was all over his apartment was a hell he had now to deal with daily. Not so much a hell, as a reality. She was ingrained in his bones. The cat wanted her around, he wanted her around, and his demure and polite status when she was there made him wonder if it was the reason she didn’t stay permanently. Maybe she didn’t feel he wanted her there, but when she pushed and brought out the sass he kept so tightly controlled it was very evident he wanted her company. Brows furled at the permanent part. Huff was quiet, looking at his truck again in the bay. It was something he couldn’t fix, and he was pretty competent in that area. She was definitely the one that could. It was time to search for a new vehicle, even with his immaculate care of the thing vehicles didn’t last forever. Phone flipped open and he dialed. Voicemail. [kai]Hi Mack, I’m at Monks and I could use a hand if you’re free. I’m going to try and see what I can do, if I don’t hear from you in an hour I’m going to head home.[/kai] Home. Their home? His home? Crash pad? Did she feel she needed permission to return when it was “safe”? Phone clicked shut and he left his Pea Coat on the rack, pushing up the sleeves of his charcoal colored Henley and pulling his Navy beanie closer around his ears. Hood was already up, the guys had gone home for the day and the owner was working on her own projects. She’d given him rein a while ago because Mack was always involved. Skin prickled again, he was too close out of a change to be around her… but… how would he learn to control it? It definitely wasn’t by avoiding, and the mysticism surrounding his changes had to be tackled eventually. But first, he needed to fix his truck.
  18. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Cat and Mouse

    Senses itched, quick eyes watching the motions of the Fae with keen attention. The flutter was enough to keep the cat on edge, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could sit still. Blood had long stopped pushing through his veins from exercise, and rampant thoughts were starting to creep in again even though he was focusing like a psychiatrist. He also wasn’t sure how much more he would learn from this encounter. Of course, he had no more chocolate, and that seemed to be the grease in the wheels that was producing some sort of communication. Perhaps when he had time he would come back later with more. ❥ "I live in the Wood. The Wood lives in me. What is a home truly but this? This…" Head tilted slightly. ❥ "Of whom would you ask my whereabouts? The blades of grass or the hare hidden in the brambles? The bower leaves will not answer your questions. " Fingers that were slightly intertwined between his knees as elbows leaned on them flicked. Riddles. He spoke the language of riddles every day. Truth was always hidden somewhere in one’s words. Even flat out denials and lies held sprinkles of truth that could be deciphered and read, body language interpreted. She lived here, but had not always done so. She was like him, changed completely when the sky decided to swallow the world and remain there to taunt them of it every time they looked up. Instead, he sought his old life, and she sought this… whatever this was. He wasn’t really sure how safe she was here, or how safe others were that may fall into the paths. He would have to do more research on Fae. Interesting. Eyes watched her until she moved out of sight behind him, then caught her again as she circled him. As he was studying her, she was most definitely studying him. His concern, was that the cat was also studying her. If worse came to worse and he was unable to to get out of the city in time, there was no recourse for people that had caught the cat’s ire in the time inbetween. He’d seen it happen too many times already, a client calling him in the middle of the night in tears, meeting him at the police station still covered in the stink of the asshole that had beaten her within an inch of life. Suddenly, after a full moon… the man no longer could be found. He didn’t need to figure out what had happened, he already knew. The Were was also concerned that curiosity would happen, and just like a cat pouncing a bird, curiosity often turned into a strong paw to the ground and crunch of bone. She'd done nothing to him, but the cat was curious. ❥ "Perhaps, I will be near this little stream… for a day, Perhaps even two. " [kai]Perhaps I will bring more chocolate and you will give me more answers.[/kai] He could stay still for an eternity, but the sky was itching at him yet again. Eyes moved toward it to catch the twinkles among the purple rip. There was something odd in it lately, something he could feel above all things. The feline was connected to the eerie light like no other Were that roamed the earth that he knew of. It concerned him, growing exponentially as the days moved closer to the full moon. Something was happening with that damn sky, and it was not something good. He stood in one fluid motion. [kai]I will come again, tomorrow,[/kai] eyes brushed over all the things she had scattered about. He’d gone to great lengths to hide the things, might not be a good idea for people to be finding bits and pieces of his things all over the park. They’d start asking questions, only people up to something left changes of clothes in various places. He was up to something, but he didn’t really want to have to explain that to anyone. [kai]I will trade you chocolate for all the things in the backpack, put back in and hidden of course.[/kai] Hands easily slid in the pockets of his Adidas pants, waiting for some sort of confirmation. [kai]We can talk about the sky…[/kai] He was absolutely curious if she felt it too, and there was a distinct lack of people in this city he could ask.
  19. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Dark and Unspoken

    He loved her laugh. LOVED. That first moment in the grocery store when he was trying to find his “sea legs” and branch out from his practice into the general public instead of work to home seclusion. Shampoo. It had been about shampoo that wouldn’t offend his highly irritable senses. The laugh was a trigger, it seemed it had always been a trigger, the off switch to his anger. Something that grounded him. An odd change from the silence and recluse that normally did it, devoid of any outward stimuli. Eyebrows quirked slightly at her head shake after he opened the gate. He looked up to where he had shimmied over, then to the lock. Was he not supposed to do that? Wasn’t the point to get in and out without detection? …but the grin, she looked like a kid in a candy store. Hell, they both were… breaking and entering, “borrow” a vehicle for a joyride, bring it back, no one the wiser except for a night completely devoid of responsibilities and a little glimpse into his world that he had a hard time talking about. Because it was so dark. Because he tried so hard to hide it. That darkness made him put his foot in his mouth again. "You realize that's why I trust you right?" He blinked at her, the lock sliding into one of the links in the fence as he hung it there for later, listening to her talk about the ‘other him’? He’d thought about it probably way too much. Would the ‘other him’ hurt her? His immediate reaction was yes. There was no control, no memory, no idea of the rage that coursed through him when he lost the one thing that he’d fought for all his life. Rationale answer… no. He didn’t think it would. He knew all the ins and outs of the thing he was supposed to be, hell he could even help others understand if he thought they would give him the time of day instead of shoot him in the forehead. But, he was also something different. Would that different, recognize her? Green fractals blinked at her as she held his cheeks. It was at that moment he knew the answer was yes. Whatever he became… would know her, and perhaps even protect her. "I am not afraid of you and I meant it when I said it. I'll repeat it daily if need be. There are plenty of things to be scared of in this world. Hell I've seen more than a few. Trolls, magus, vampires, dragons, zombies, people that don't have control over their abilities, and that's just the weird shit. That's not even what the average person can do. I almost ate the bullet from an angry sniper. No powers needed just a pissed off man with a gun. I would never leave my own home if I insisted on being scared of everything that could kill me. There are people I'm sure that don't. I do my best to save my fright for things that are actually out to kill me instead of cute guys that are trying to manage a condition while still being themselves." Brows quirked a bit, lashes fluttering at the head bump. That did it, the calm cat in his gut responded in kind. It knew her. Top lip pursed slightly away from an unusually pronounced canine, metaphorical head bump ‘received and approved’. "I might not always be the most pleasant person, and I certainly can put my foot in it more than the average joe but believe me when I say I don't think your frightening. We're all killers in this world these days, I can't say that's the greatest yard stick to use on who's got the higher moral ground." [kai]So a fast one you say…?[/kai] It was his way of acknowledging that he understood, teeth a nip on her lower lip. [kai]You go that way, I’ll go this way. Pick one and we’ll meet back here in five minutes.[/kai] It suddenly felt like a mission. A totally irrational, naughty mission… and it felt, good? Kiss was stolen before he disappeared into the darkness. Was the sudden daring spontaneity a coping mechanism? He believed her, truly, that she was not afraid of him. It occurred to him that he was afraid of her getting hurt BECAUSE of him. What if anyone found out? What if she tried to protect him when he was out of control? …what would happened if he visited her at work for a change? Glint of silver caught his eye partially under a tarp sandwiched in between two beater cars. Yes.. yes yes… if it was what he thought it was. Tarp was pulled off with a quiet crinkle, kick stand creaking lightly as he rolled it out. It was banged up a bit. Someone had road-rashed it, but the damage was superficial. Dust was recent. Tires were shiny. Unless the owner had fried the engine, he could get it to start. Time was up, lips pursing with an oddly present smirk as he trotted and rolled it toward their “break-in” point, anxious to see what she had chosen. What the fuck was with him tonight... and lately for that matter? This wasn't the first night in recent months the Were had been riding the line of what was prudent...
  20. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Cat and Mouse

    Feline eyes were a thing of beauty. In a masculine face and the carriage of an athletic physique, they were the one identifier that made him stand out among the rest of the world. As if, almost, the way he carried himself was not enough. A military life created a confidence that couldn't be faked. He couldn’t hide them, he couldn’t shy away from using the mask he wore to project himself to the world as a normal, upstanding citizen of the new civilization. They stood out, a secret yet not a secret. Advertising to the entirety of the population he wasn’t indeed the human he posed to be, though almost all accepted the brilliantly colored things as human without question as just a unique beauty that few possessed. They were watching her now. Fractured and mottled like green spindles on top of star filled galaxies. He didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to hide from someone who already knew what most would never find out. She was right to be suspicious, it had screamed at him since the moment he’d dropped into her sugar induced oblivious obsessiveness. He was right to be cautious. Having never descended upon anyone of her kind before, he wasn’t really familiar with what exactly she was capable of. The Were did know his mind worked differently than humans or mages, if she had some kind of effect on him he hadn’t felt it. The cat however, was intrigued, pressing at his consciousness like an insistent feline petting itself along the side of a master's leg for attention… for permission… it had found a mouse, and was looking for owner’s permission to play with it. She was clearly struggling with the decision. To trust him… he didn’t sometimes trust himself, at least her instincts were true. Lips pursed slightly as the wings quivered, still under the surface ready to pounce. It was a controllable urge, the cat did not feel threatened, and oddly no longer territorial. It still burned, the agitation that had sent the man into a training frenzy to wear himself out had only succeeded in making the irritation not as strong- but it was still there. Two seeming predators moved in a slow dance… one excruciatingly slow step from her brought a slow blink from the eyes that betrayed he wasn’t human. He too was capable of moving so slow, so elegantly that the world would never notice it was being stalked. ❥ "Ishsa." He nodded slightly. ❥ "Ishsa I am called." [kai]Kai,[/kai] he offered quietly, letting go of the prize the moment her fingers came in contact with it; still not convinced he could touch her skin without something going awry. Magic was magic, and with some a touch was enough to trigger things the magic or his own Were might decide not to like. He was still a wild animal, and wild animals could turn on a dime no matter what kind of gentle petting they may have been receiving. Teeth through skin, bone… into flesh. The cat continued to be curious, fingers intertwining together softly, but who knew if it would suddenly decide the whole situation wasn't to his liking. [kai]Are you always here, Ishsa? Or is there somewhere else you call home…[/kai]
  21. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Cat and Mouse

    He could rarely put into words what it felt like to be agitated. If not for his staunch control, drilled into his bones from birth, he probably would have gone completely crazy a long time ago. Holed up somewhere in the mountains, a complete frenzy of death swayed only in and out of severity by the pull of the moon. In this case, he was not. It still did its due diligence when it hit, the rest of days screwed so tightly within his ability he barely strayed: an alcoholic refusing a drink that was whiffed right under their nose, a heroin addict with the needle in their arm refusing to press the plunger. It still didn’t take away the fact the addiction was still there… the temptation was still scorching in the very blood that slid in his veins. Needles, pinpricks, the feel of nails on a chalkboard irritating the inside of his skin. Itchy wool that couldn’t be shed. Still, the Were sat with eerie calmness. But, certain things even he could not control. He could not control the changes, nor the way he smelled to those that could sense it. Small things…like the abnormal shifting of his pupils in brilliantly fractured green irises. As her eyes turned to slits at his question, his pupils grew larger without command, then focused again when they’d had their curiosity satiated. "Ya, ya chto. ((I am that))," Blink was slow, the rigidity of her distrust slithering up his skin. "Ubiraysya Okhotnik! Vy tratite svoye vremya. ((Be gone Hunter! You waste your time.))" You cannot deceive me. Idti! ((Go!)) I will not live with kirpicha i steny i pravila. ((bricks and walls and rules.))" Bricks, walls, and rules. Lip quirked slightly, amused at the predicament she was in. Changed? Like he was? A former life in a former place, only to land here and have no desire to remember any of it because of a transformed consciousness. The prospect was intriguing. He didn’t want to agitate her, but in doing so he risked agitating himself. He could do this. He did this every day, sometimes working up until a few hours before he had to leave the city. It was only fair he smoothed things over, since it was indeed he that had come after the fae like a snarling lion. "Skazhite im, chto ya budu mertv. ((Tell them I am dead.))" Her sudden infatuation with what he was doing seemed almost… feline. Somewhere in the back of his brain it was calmly amusing to him, trying to make connections with another being in the same state of Resonance change as he was. "Give this to me! It is mine…" Fingertips tapped on it absently a few times, catching the step forward. Elbows leaned on his knees as he brought it between his fingers and slid the brown sleeve off to expose more of the twinkling silver that seemed to catch her eye. He was a sucker for sugar. The protein bars were great… but this. This… a remnant of the old world. A candy bar. [kai]YA nashel eto.[/kai] ((I found this one)) Carefully the wrapper was opened, about to take a bite… seeming to change his mind, holding it out to her instead. [kai]YA budu torgovat’,[/kai] ((I’ll trade it.)) she was going to have to come to him. [kai] YA budu torgovat' yego dlya vashego imeni.[/kai] ((I’ll trade it for your name.)) He was ever so still, the candy bar- still in the wrapper, chocolately goodness so far beyond what she’d had in the last few moments wafting at his own keen sense of smell.. barely held out to her as the feline eyes watched. It was no trick. Just a name. [kai]Mne nuzhno znat' , chto pozvonit' vam , yesli vy ostanetes' zdes'.[/kai] ((I need to know what to call you if you stay here.)) lips pursed quietly, moving back to reality, [kai]I need to know who to ask for if I come back here with more... [/kai]
  22. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Dark and Unspoken

    "Don't think I'm dressed much for a date. Then again last time I got dolled up I got stood up," [kai]I’ve never been on a date,[/kai] his brow furled slightly at her. [kai]Except events with my mother. I don’t consider mother and son graduation dances a date so I don’t know how one dresses for one.[/kai] It was a small window into his past. Uniformed and formal, he had gone out with his mother on events. His sister had done the same in a daddy-daughter capacity. He hadn’t thought about it in such a long time. It was a world he didn’t know anymore. [kai]I could get dolled up.[/kai] brow quirked. [kai]I have suits for work… but really dressed up? All I have is my uniform.[/kai] He hadn’t kept it, it had been there when he came back, along with every other thing a panicking world didn’t need to survive. He didn’t know why he kept it. Feet were already moving into the darkness, two fingers to his forehead to nod to Bills as they left. It was dark, and quiet, the shop out in the middle of an old industrial park that had long since knocked down factories to flat fields of concrete surrounded in fenced razor-wire. Monk’s, her back lots with part cars, and an impound lot several blocks over. "Always good to know one of us will be the responsible adult," Smirk was light. [kai]Which one of us will that be?[/kai] He didn’t exactly know what was burning in his blood- the strange odd flush he’d been feeling lately blurring the lines between both sides of his coin? Their trek ended near a large privacy chain link gate, worn and cracking plastic woven through the diamonds to hide the forgotten from the rest of the world. He’d seen the glint through the tiny cracks numerous times he’d been out here. [kai]What do you want? Speed? Power?[/kai] the question was quiet as he glanced up at the fifteen foot fence topped in barbed wire. [kai]Be right back.[/kai] It was effortless, even as a man it had been effortless, grip sure as he climbed hand over hand up one of the main supports and carefully hung from one hand on the angled top. Foot pushed silently off the support and he hoisted himself up and over to drop over out of sight. After a few seconds, a silent click and the gate cracked open slightly. Lock picked. It was just padlocked chain. Not nearly enough for all these vehicles. [kai]Take your pick. We’ll put it back.[/kai] he held the gate open quietly like a gentleman, rows of forgotten and not so forgotten impounded vehicles glinting in the dark. Bikes, mostly cars, but the bikes were there. Would she take a chance at a damn sexy joyride, or would she tell him to get lost? He wasn’t sure… [kai]We don't have to do this...[/kai] it was strange how all of a sudden he peeled back into the "logical" zone. [kai]I feel... I feel like I can't exactly let you see... me.. all of me... because I don't want to frighten you.[/kai] Oddly bright green feline eyes looked across the potential hoard of evening fun, he was apprehensive to see an answer already on her face. Would she be mortified he pushed the gauntlet in his night hours? That he didn't go home to a perfect apartment and sleep in a perfect bed? That he trained until he could no longer stand? Burned adrenaline off until he was exhausted? [kai]This is me too. The person that uses the night to burn off what I can't during... during a normal day. It's how I find balance. I adrenaline burn. Run. Train. Find ways to burn it off... and when I can't, and the moon is too close, I leave so that I don't hurt anyone.[/kai] It suddenly occurred to him she might think he was a dangerous nut. Maybe he was. She'd seen this, in another capacity of course, when she'd pushed him over the edge. Instead of the blush, pupils dilated slightly, looking to her for an answer.
  23. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Cat and Mouse

    His skin was vibrating, taking every shred of strength to not engage the instinct to chase, the violent urge to pounce and rip apart. What the hell was running through his gut at the moment? He was WAY too far off from the moon. He knew exactly what it was, and needed to let the appropriate people know. This was being watched, and his blood could feel what other Weres perhaps could not. He was an anomaly, and with that came the responsibility to warn. He'd promised. Teeth lit on edge at her sound. The itch to chase held only by shredded threads of snapped cables. Twitch of her quivering wings echoed in his head the feline chatter of a predator watching a bird through a screen door it couldn’t go after. The man was keeping the cat shoved down out of sight, and it was a horrible battle. “Russkiiiiiii… ya govoryu.” ((I speak it.)) Words engaged the intelligent mind, the human mind. Educated and not instinct. “Ya ne vernus.'” ((I will not go back.)) Was she human once? Changed as he was? Go back? Odd. The sniff at him brought another surge of hackles, rims of his eyes tightening a moment to hold back the need to pounce. He was always fighting himself. Always. The gentle song she wove brought more questions to the front of his thoughts. It did not perhaps put the hostile electricity of a Were brain at ease through the magic he could feel buzzing at his skin, but it did urge answers to come one at a time as they crossed his mind. Fae. She had to be. He’d not met one yet and his curiosity was peaked, especially her fluency in Russian. She did answer questions, however cryptic. He was a psychiatrist, a behavioral specialist. Interpretation of behavior was his forte, helping the unique into a new world was his mission. Interest was intense, but he’d also just almost ripped her to shreds. He still couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t. Every shred of his being told him to leave. Instead, the large boulder he’d launched off of earlier became his seat, a careful distance from the bird ready to flee, elbows on his knees and fingers intertwined between them as he listened. The Were couldn’t pass up this chance. He waited, patient for the lullaby to end. Maybe it did have a calming effect, in ways she hadn’t intended. He was no longer growling at her, and she was undoubtedly still alive. [kai]Feya. Vy FAE.[/kai] (Fairy. You’re Fae.) words were quiet. [kai]Pochemu by vam ne khotite vernut'sya?[/kai] (Why would you not want to go back?) He leaned slightly and picked up the ransacked pack, it was a maze of zippers and pockets- utility. He unzipped a tiny one on the bottom under the strap, another crinkle of wrapper falling out. It was a bit smushed, but it would do. He dropped the bag, intertwining his fingers again with the silvery wrapped goodie tucked in them.
  24. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Dark and Unspoken

    The widening of her eyes at his confession that the Nevus made him what he was should have bothered him. She was concerned, he could only imagine. It had crossed his thoughts on many occasions that he was different. Hell, he WAS different. He did not turn into a raging frothing monster most of the time. The full moon, the pull was too strong and he fell into the trap that all the rest of the Weres were cursed with. The other days? Something else entirely. He’d first become aware of it when waking and being hunted through the mountains by a pair of yahoos intent on putting him down. His skills keeping him in a several day chase that allowed him to hunt them as well, listening. He’d never confirmed it completely… but he was very different. A game trophy. if they killed him that way would he have changed back to human before they could mount his damn head on a wall? No idea. He didn’t have a chance to ask, because they didn’t have a chance to pull the knife out of their chests before they stopped breathing. An odd wash of panic tickled the back of his throat, what in the world was going through her mind? She wasn’t screaming in terror and running, but there was a concern evident she didn’t wish to share. "I'm not afraid of you," Slight nod was accepting… what was it then? The obvious issue? No, it was the Vanguard, it would always be the Vanguard. They had a reason to hate many things. There were creatures in this world that fell into that category- things that had no conscious ability between right and wrong. Zombies, Ogres, and a multitude of other beasts. Weres, were complicated. Sure, they ran hot. Three days out of the month they went on a killing rampage if they were idiotic enough to be an asshat about who they really were. They were also people, with lives, like himself- trying to make himself useful in the rebirth of the world. There were times he thought about walking into their headquarters to “chat”. It still was on his mind. For now though, it would wait until Mack felt he could, or should. Stern features watched her bottom lip get the brunt of her indecision. He’d planned a little R&R, however brief. He knew she worked long hours and probably had to work in the morning, but there was also a reason he really wanted her to go with him. The edge of his lip ticked up slightly when she took his hand, pulling it toward him to press his lips on her knuckles and let go, a few quick steps to the back of his truck as the tailgate was lifted. Key flipped from his back pocket and clicked into a lock on the floor, the fold down seats had obvious been removed, the floor compartment flipped open. A sleek shoulder harness was pulled out and clipped on, two Paras checked with military precision and snapped into the holsters. One Rockstead twirled through his fingers as his foot went onto the bumper, pantleg up and slid into a sheath that was already there. A duffle was pulled out and slung over his shoulder, slamming the tailgate. "Where are we going?" [kai]On a date,[/kai] he said quietly. [kai]Overlooking the beautiful city of New York.[/kai] "I'll need to know if we're going to be taking my ride here." [kai]Nope, we’ll pick one up along the way,[/kai] he snatched his pea coat from the rack and twirled it on. [kai]A bit of a romantic walk. A ride, then dinner.[/kai] he shrugged the shoulder with the duffle lightly. It was one of his survival packs for when he left town for the month. It wasn’t a sit down, fancy, dress up dinner… he didn’t think she would enjoy that. Maybe she would. [kai]You’ll be home at a decent hour, promise. Haven’t ridden a bike in almost ten years, might be a little rusty.[/kai] Lie. He could ride like a bat out of hell. He opened the door for her, about to embark on a bit of mischief. She still had the chance to say no, he was hoping she didn’t. She needed to see the mild-mannered psychiatrist wasn’t just all talk when he claimed he wasn’t afraid.
  25. Kai Alexander Morgan

    Dark and Unspoken

    She was amused. It always seemed to be that way when he was trying to well… be normal. Around her everything got so screwed up. Around others, it was generally a façade, with her… he couldn’t hide behind the patient/doctor line in the sand, because well… um. He was pretty sure the tips of his ears had turned bright red, thankful when she changed the subject. "That would put a damper on things. Then again I only got my bike and gear from the fun of getting out of Chicago. I'm sure you've noticed the teeth marks on the helmet there. Gear helps when zombies are trying to sink teeth into you. Go figure but they don't gain fangs," [kai]Yah, I don’t have to worry about zombie…[/kai] He stopped himself from even finishing the last consonant, a flush from her making him take a step back and lean his lower back on the workbench to let her work. No, to put some distance between them. He wasn’t all knowing, his “condition” did give him dominion of being able to detect mood changes, among other interesting things. It did not however, give him the ability to decide if it was from him or something she’d said herself. He couldn’t tell by the odd itch in his nostrils if she was bothered from his unfinished sentence, or from her own. Empty bottle was set on the top of the bench, arms crossing, ankles crossing, thumbs tapping on his biceps as he found something incredibly interesting on the floor just in front of him as he stumbled over his words. A bug. "Issue...good way to put it," That didn’t help. He had an irresistible urge to squash the bug. It was annoying him. Eyes flicked up to catch the sideways grin, at least she was finding humor in it. Neck tensed as she reached up to touch his cheek. It wasn’t from the grease on her fingertips, feeling better when she stopped and scowled at her fingers. She knew they were dirty, not because he’d effectively pretty much flinched. He moved ahead with asking her out anyway. Every inch of him wanted her to say yes. "Oh I definitely want to," There was a but coming, and he knew exactly what it was about. "It's that...issue that keeps cropping up and kinda makes me hit the brakes." He didn’t like it when she paced. It was always because of him. Eyes were on the bug again, watching it as it disappeared down the floor drain. The issue. Fractured green moved back to her. "I know you keep saying you can handle things but I'd be lying if I claimed I believed that. I mean, yeah you were black ops but most of the Vanguard is ex-military and they're practically an army. One of the reasons I'm so comfy with them I guess," So what was it exactly? Was it was because he was a Were, was it because… "Can you understand that? I've already lost a lot of people, I don't think I can take losing another person I care about." She was afraid of losing him. She was afraid of losing him? It wasn’t just about “getting caught”, which he was sure was a constant concern too…but losing him. Brow flickered a moment at her, he probably looked like he was angry with her- deep in thoughts so heavy he didn’t think he could ever explain it to her. Had he ever done anything to convince her that he was capable of taking care of himself as he claimed? Anything other than being a complete suit that stuttered when she batted her eyelashes at him and only seemed to growl under the sheets when the lights were out? She was afraid. Ball it up, analyze it, look at it from any way his brain could possibly pick it apart and that’s what it came to. She thought he was going to get himself offed. He owed her truth. Whether or not it would make it any better, he had no idea. [kai]You’re not going to lose me.[/kai] It was matter of fact, the deadpan tone of his voice one she’d never heard. He was a lot of things, a Were trying to play a human… a broken human trying to play it cool; scrubbing his apartment, towels perfectly placed, pants impeccably creased. At that moment everything was shaken off and thrown in the trash. It was a risk, a terrible risk- she’d come to know and perhaps even love him as the loveable and quirky doc… He definitely was, but he was also the hot blooded Were and broken man before the world went to hell. When everything tangled together, he fell somewhere in the middle to a place nobody ever saw- not even Mack. Everyone had a face they put on to the rest of the world. Everyone. His, was perhaps darker than most. A long sigh felt the weight settle off his shoulders, neck stretched right, then left. Again, it was a risk. Apprehension stripped away and it was odd at how strongly he felt even though he’d never considered himself to be empathetic about anything. He didn’t want to scare her. It was now, or never at all. He had to be straight, and let her decide. Fingers reached to rub at the eyes that were a bit on the bleary side, burning off rather quickly. Alcohol threw him for a loop at first, but he had to continue drinking to remain that way. Were metabolism took over. [kai]You’re not going to lose me.[/kai] He said it one more time. Sigh was again tight, thumbs tapping at his biceps. The bug was back, pupils dilating slightly. [kai]I wasn’t black ops, that’s just the easiest explanation because people understand generally what it means. I wasn’t practically an army. I was an army. I killed a lot of people. Sometimes it was one, sometimes it was whole teams. I could get in anywhere, get close to anyone. Point is, that was before the Nevus. We don't lose that. It stays a part of us, with everything on top of it.[/kai] Neck twitched as he said it. It was a terrible memory. Haunted his nightmares. He let go of his arms and grabbed some of those giant blue “paper towels” every shop had on the wall. Hands stopped her pacing, wiping her hands. [kai]I was on assignment in Ethiopia when the Reso hit. I wasn’t infected. I was turned. If there was ever a wrong place at the wrong time, I was in it. I’ve seen the inside of the thing, changed me would be an understatement. I didn’t choose this, I know nobody chooses this… I wanted you to know that. I’m not going to let you be apprehensive because… because you think I’m this mild mannered psychiatrist that disappears to hike once a month and proverbially shakes their fist at the Vanguard. I’m not. I'm dangerous. I was dangerous before. I'm even more dangerous now.[/kai] Blue towels were crunched into a ball in his fingers and tossed successfully in the trash ten feet away with a snap of hairtriggered muscles. Pupils widened slightly, lips leaning in and pressing against the side of her temple. [kai]You never have to be afraid for me. Or for yourself. You never have to be afraid of me,[/kai] long inhale took in the scent of her hair. The cat in his gut knew her, wanted her around. Voice hummed with a confidence that normally wasn’t there. It was dangerous to skirt the line of his duality. He always had to lean away from the cat to fall into the center balance of being socially acceptable. When he settled where his demeanor lived, the world was a bit darker, and so was he. [kai]You’re not going to lose me, and I’m not going to lose you. Forget the truck for now.[/kai] He took a step back and held out his hand for her to take, nodding toward her helmet. Mild mannered neat freak he may have been to the world, but at the core he was not. On the edge and agitated, yes... but with her it was different. He was in control. It’s time she knew that and decided for herself whether or not to walk away. He would accept her decision either way. If she said yes, she might need a drink for this. He didn’t have a bike at the moment. That could be remedied.

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