2018.07.16: Visitors Disclose
| Visitors Disclose | |
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| Neighbors come to chat with Lleutrim about his odd behaviors and disclose more perhaps than they should. | |
| IC Date | Monday Jul 16th |
| IC Time | 12:15:44 2018, PDT. |
| Players | Lleutrim, Soriba, Sabaro |
| Location | Glenhurst - 2202 Hanson (Lleu's flat) |
| Spheres | Mortal+, Shifter |
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Glenhurst - 2202 Hanson(#13127RA)
This tidy two bedroom 1400 sq ft home has white walls and beige carpet. The living room has an eight foot long oversized leather couch. A matching chair squats near by. The coffee table is solid oak, worn a bit. There is a similar but not matching bookcase with a flat screen TV on it against the wall. A colorful USMC print hangs framed on one wall, a Georgia Bulldogs football team print on another.
A wooden bar divides the space from the kitchen with it's older stove and fridge. No dishwasher, but there is plenty of counter space. Off the kitchen is a mud room with a freezer, washer, and dryer with a door that lets out into the small back yard. The hallway leads to the master bedroom, a guest bedroom, and a shared bathroom.
The front door has a storm door made of clear acrylic security glass, as are the patio doors. There's a small vegetable garden in the fenced in back yard with a patio, chairs and a BBQ grill.
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There is a knock at the door.
The past couple of days there has been no Prospect Police Department Patrol Car parked in the driveway of unit 2202. Today, there is a beat up crusty old 1949 Harley Davidson Panhead motorcycle in the driveway. Lleutrim has returned dressed in street clothes of a T-shirt and blue jeans. He stows his helmet with the bike and goes on into his flat. A few minutes later he hears a knock at the door and comes to check the security camera to see who's out there. Ah, the neighbor gals. With a grimace Donnachaidh goes to open the door.
A faint smile is offered as he opens the door, "Sabaro, Soriba, hey." The busted nose he obtained in their own flat is well along with healing. There are still bruises on his face but they are beginning to fade. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Soriba lifted a brow and without so much as an invitation made her way in motioning for Sabaro to follow. "We need to talk and we need to know about you and Dragomir."
Sabaro bows her head at him and walks inside following her sister. "How have you been?" She asks in her soft, gravely voice.
Lleutrim instantly tenses, bristling somewhat at the intrusion into his territory without asking to come in. He steps back and let's them but growls, "Why, yes, come on in and make yourselves comfortable." Sarcasm in one of it's many wonderful flavors. Grey eyes slip from Soriba's back to Sabaro who still makes him a little uneasy as he closes the door behind them. "I'm fantastic." That could be more sarcasm, harder to tell. He starts to head for the kitchen, "Want something to drink?" He opens up the fridge and pulls out a can of cider for himself and turns to lean against the counter watching them. "What about that Russian son of a bitch?"
"Quite simply, my sister and I believe the two of you are more alike than you may realize." She turned a bit to face him. "And I apologize for barging in, but we'd rather actually talk to you than you slam the door in our faces. Sabaro and I are concerned but for different reasons. One of us feels that you are going to become more and more angry without understanding why and then people will be hurt. The other is concerned that you suspect why but don't know what to do about it." There was a slight pause before she said, "We do."
Sabaro hovers where Lleutrim can see her, clearly understanding the unease she causes and shaking her head at the offer of a drink. "Or at least we think we do." She adds. "You are showing signs and well, we would rather help than watch things go south." Her hands find their way into the pockets of her jeans and she shifts her weight slightly.
Donnachaidh eyes the pair of them and pops the top on his cider. A drink is taken and his expression if possible has become even more guarded. "I've already had this lecture from Dragomir, thanks. I do /not/ know what the fuck is going on and I'm not being encouraged to talk about it. Thanks for your concern." His gaze goes from Sabaro to Soriba, "Signs. What? Every fucking body in this city has a clue what is happening to me, -except- me?" That last comes out more like a snarl. Aye, he's testy. "I'm aware that I'm becoming the epitome of fantastic company. I've put in for a couple of weeks leave from my job until... whatever the fuck is going on can be sorted out. I'm staying outside of town with a friend. Is /that/ all right with you Girl Scouts?"
Soriba, in an attempt to lighten the mood takes on her best kind old gruff voice, "You're a wizard, Harry." Then with a smile shook her head. "Not quite a wizard, but close to it. We will show you one one condition, you lock up your weapons. Because it is scary as fuck if you don't expect it."
Gaze shifting to her sister Sabaro's eyebrow lifts questioningly.
"A wizard." Lleu gets the reference but doesn't look very amused. "/I/ would fucking like to know what the hell is going on. But I'm quite certain Douchebag Dragomir is going to get really pissed off if you tell me. Of course he's an asshole, but Faith also won't tell me. So I assume they have some reason?" Another drink of his cider. A slow deep breath, "I already turned in my PD badge, Patrol Car, and my sidearm while I'm on personal leave. Nobody had to tell me that ... I'm not my usual charming self right now."
"We are not Dragomir's. His rules are not our rules. And if we're wrong, it would be nice to have you on our side anyway. We have a few things we can offer, and only a handful of things we would need. But we offer lots of sugar in all of its metaphorical connotations." Soriba smiled as she stepped closer to him. Turning to Sabaro, "I can show him. You don't have to. I think your rules are different from mine."
Sabaro nods and moves to stand a little closer, just in case, placing herself to the side between Lleutrim and her sister, hands leaving her pockets as she waits.
Lleutrim takes another drink of his cider, then drips sarcasm, "Next thing you'll be saying is that I should paint myself blue, wear a metal red fin on my head, and call myself 'Mary Poppins', ya'll. Yondu is at least way more cool than pimple faced Harry Potter."
Whatever the fuck Soriba is spouting, she has Lleu's attention. His brow furrows slightly, "Things to offer and things you need. That requires some explanation." Unlike her sister, Soriba doesn't give him a bad vibe. /Both/ of them are good looking women so Donnachaidh studies her as he finishes off his cider and sets the empty Crispin can on the counter. Lleu's nostrils flare almost as if he were trying to catch her scent. All sorts of fucked up primal urges are hyped right now. Fight, flight, sex, hunger, territory, etc. His grey eyes flick to Sabaro, keeping tabs on that one - she looks like she might actually be able to compete with him on strength if she wanted to.
Soriba finally didn't bother to keep her rage repressed. She often compensated by being overly friendly and though she was a raging beast as well, her charm and wit often kept people from noticing, but at this time, she allowed her weaker rage come through as she began to undress down to her bikini. She looked at Lleu and focused her eyes on his. "I'm about to become the ugliest bitch of a monster you've ever seen. It will scare the crap out of you." And then she shifted.
Sabaro doesn't even flinch except the edge of her lips that pull into a soft grin. She's seen her sister shift so many times it is nothing new, and yet it still fills her with silent awe. Her attention at this time however shifts entirely to Lleutrim haze keen and sharp as she prepares to intercept him should he do anything less friendly.
Oh boy, Sorbia starts to take her clothes off right there in front of him. Lleutrim arches his brows and keeps his position leaning against the kitchen counter. As she progresses, his breathing shifts as he watches her and probably gets the wrong idea because it's .. well, sexually arousing to watch her peeling her clothes off. Down to a bikini, alas. A glance to Sabaro, then his attention is rivotted back on Soriba. Until her form begins to blur...
Aaaannnddd then Donnachaidh backpeddles fast to get the fuck out of the kitchen! He moves all right, but not towards the giant God damn Hammerhead Shark looking thing that is suddenly standing somehow before him, towering! "Jesus FUCKING Christ!"
His right hand slaps his side to draw his pistol he hasn't got, then reaches for the small of his back as Lleu gets away from both of them. But fuck him, he told the truth and forgot that he's no longer armed. Breathing hard, he moves into the main room and looks for anything that might serve as a weapon!
Soriba shifted back to human before following him in her bikini. Her firm breasts bounced slightly but her toned features were quite solid and firm. "Calm down. I won't hurt you. Neither of us will. We are not that Russian asshole."
Nodding Sabaro keeps herself between the two. "You wanted to know so here stands the truth, in your own home. We have not come to hurt you, only to make sure you do not hurt yourself or others." Sabaro explains as she wraps and arm around her sister and kisses her hair tenderly.
Lleutrim is breathing hard and keeps the couch between himself and both of them, "What the hell just happened? I'm seeing weird shit again, aren't I?" He rubs his face, heart hammering. Nope, zilch sexual interest now. Zap, gone! "Wont hurt me. You looked like a God damn fucking /Hammerhead Shark/ in my kitchen!" Could have been worse. She could have shown up in his shower, or while swimming in the ocean. Thoughts racing through his head are making Donnachaidh sweat, "Is this real?"
"This is very real. And we think you can do the same. And that is why we think Dragomir has an interest in you." Soriba kept it short and to the point.
"Hopefully this way you will face whatever he has planned with eyes wide open and not stumbling in the dark." Sabaro offers him a soft grin. "Know that should you need anything you may come to us if you so wish." Her voice is as soft and encouraging as she can make it.
Still incredulous and not entirely believing, Lleu growls, "Seriously? You are suggesting that /somehow/ I can turn into a /Hammer-fucking-head shark/. You have got to be shitting me, both of you. What is this, prank a Cop month?"
It doesn't help at all that his libido is on overdrive and his gaze keeps trying to follow Soriba in her bikini.
Laughing, Soriba shook her head. "No. No. Sharks are rare. Very rare. Probably a wolf or a large cat. They are the more common." Then looking to Sabaro, "I'll go get my clothes, you try to talk to him...what you're allowed to anyway." And she headed back into the kitchen.
Reluctantly letting go Sabaro nods. "Well he has not dropped to the floor foaming at the mouth so it is quite more than nothing." She looks to him and slips her hands back in his pockets. "My sister is right, you are most likely not a shark. Here the most common are the wolves though there are quite a few cats as well." She pauses, shifting her weight. "Is there anything you want to ask?" Choices. Those are important. When you give someone choices they feel less trapped.
Lleutrim has all sorts of hormone overload. Adrenaline wanting to make him fight, or run out of the house and tear off on his motorcycle, or stand his ground and defend his turf, and giving him a hard on all at the same time! God damn. It's turning into a rough day for Donnachaidh. "Wolves, like ... werewolves? Were ... cats?" Is there even such a thing? He shakes his head, "There must be something in the water here in this city. I am so fucked up." A hand he presses to his face, over his brow.
Having changed, Soriba comes out, fully clothed now. "If there is something in the water, it has convinced me I'm a shark."
Sabaro cackles softly and turns to her sister. "If there is then it has convinced all of us of many strange things. He seems confused as to the different breeds." Turning back to Lleutrim she hums softly to herself before continuing. "Werewolves, werecats, weresharks, werebirds, werereptiles, werespiders, wererats and werehyenas." She goes through the list while tapping her chin, making sure to remember all she can and grinning at the end.
Donnachaidh is still keeping some distance from both of them. He relaxes very minutely now that Soriba has put her clothes back on. Less distracting. "Sounds like a comic book writer's wet dream. Wonderful." Lleu looks at the two lovely black women as if they are as fucked up as he is in the head. "In that case, I'm definitely Mary Poppins, ya'll. Pleased to meet you." His gaze slips to Sabaro, "So, what do you change into? Mike Tyson?" That's an animal for you.
"Not everyone who is related to a shapeshifter is a shapeshifter. But that isn't important. What's important is, you must be careful around some people. Certain Russian people are like me. Certain friends of certain Russian people as well. However, I do ask that you do not reveal what I am to our Russian acquaintance." Soriba sat on the couch, relaxing a bit.
"Mike Tyson has nothing on me." Sabaro cackles at the question directed at her then looks to Soriba. "Since he has not gone out of his mind would it be a breach to show him?" She seems to be considering it, after all it's only a problem if the one who sees her isn't related to the shifting breeds.
"No problem. I don't intend to mention this to anyone. Not unless I want to get locked up in a Sanitarium and stuck with a lot of needles, thanks." Lleu's just going to step over to the far wall and lean against it, about as far across the main room as he can get without moving off down the hallway or heading for a door. He draws a slow breath. It's true that it doesn't seem to be the base that Lleu is suffering delirium. Shaken, disbelieving, yes but not utterly paniced, forgetful, or passed out in terror. It was enough that he nearly shit his pants. He continues watching the two women closely. Grey eyes slip from Sabaro to Soriba.
"Do you have any questions? We'll answer what we can, but we are still definitely neighbors. Hell, I'd be willing to even let you move in with us to help you out with this situation." Soriba offered, if for no other reason than to keep others safe.
Still grining Sabaro slips her hands back in her pockets and looks back to Lleutrim, waiting for his questions.
"Move in with you. When I have a perfectly good place, right here." The cop eyes them both, now hooking his thumbs loosely into the front pockets of his own jeans. Isn't it ironic that he's wearing an olive drab T-shirt with a snarling bear logo on the front of it that says 'Berserker Viking Special Forces' in reference to Nordic shapechanger beserkers? Haha, the humor hasn't hit Donnachaidh - yet. "As it happens, I mentioned I'm staying with a friend outside of town. That seems to be Dragomir's preference, and while I keep telling him to go fuck himself, I am rather more trusting of this friend and he seems satisfied with that too. In case I should go on a murdering spree or something with chair leg."
Soriba nodded. "Very well. Just be careful. You might find others who are out there who aren't like him but have similar associations." Soriba seemed to think over that confusing mess before nodding that it was teh least confusing way to say it without saying it.
"You know where to find us if you need us." Sabaro nods and falls silent once more.
"All right. Thanks. I think." Lleu skims a hand over his shorn head, "Now, if you don't mind, please ... leave. So I can get what I came for and get back out there. Faith's going to be wondering where I got off to when she notices I took off." He forces a bit of a smile like everything is OK, fine. Man's edgy to GTFO of here.
"We will see you soon." Sabaro gets out a small slip of paper and places it on a surface nearby before heading out. On it is her phone number with a little note saying 'Call if needed.'.
