Dark Isle 2

[Quiet_Cool]

Darryl

Her voice was soothing, and he calmed a little, not managing to do so completely. He looked around, seeing Theo and Teril, both human, and calmed more.
The girl was asking the man if he'd said anything to show why he'd become so upset. It seemed that he shouldn't have been able to hear these words, but somehow he did.
He settled back, finding sleep taking him off before he could hear the rest of what was being said.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Reuben

I saw the shack ahead as we moved through the trees, making our way toward the caves in the South.
"Wait," I growled, looking around for the owner of the place. The door was torn open, the things inside knocked around. With no door, a person would be helpless inside. But pride wasn't driving me, hunger was.
Diedric looked back to me.
"What is is Reuben?" He asked.
The others ran on, not so much as looking back. The sunlight couldn't hurt us, but the brightness was a strong irritation in terms of our eyesight. We were night creatures, and our eyes weren't meant for bright lights.
"There," I replied, gesturing toward the shack with my head.
We crept up to it, then inside, seeing the place empty.
"Here," Diedric said, pounding on a steel door in the floor.
I moved over to it, sniffing the wood where it hasn't been ripped away and looking around.
"Another has been here," I announce, looking behind me to ensure it wasn't there. "I smell a human; it must be inisde."
"Can we get inside?" Diedric asked.
"Not sure, but there's no time tonight. Remember this place tomorrow," I return. Reluctantly, we head for the door.

 

[PmTick]

Theo didn't want Teril to know about his brother. Perhaps he was somewhat of a scourge around here. "I just asked him what happened to him. I take it he had a traumatic experience." Theo looked at his digital watch, "I'm off duty soon, can you show me around a bit? Or at least tell me a little about the village? I'd like to do a bit of exploring."

Theo took a look at his clothing, a little deshevled from the skirmish. He decided he would change and shower before going anywhere.

 

[crysede]

Teril:
"I will tell you what I can about the village, but Father Johnathan could tell you more." She said with a smile, "The villagers are a little wary of strangers, but they do not hesitate to give shelter to any other human being that is in need. We mostly stick together here, it is the only way to survive, but there are a few who remain outside the village, preferring to go it alone. I'd be happy to show you around, perhaps after we have both had a chance to freshen up?"

 

[PmTick]

Theo

"Great why don't I meet you at the front of the church in an hour?"

 

[crysede]

Teril:
"Yes, that sounds fine." She replied happily.

Back upstairs, she headed into the small rectory adjoining the church and to her bedroom on the second floor. A quick wash up and some breakfast should get her ready to face the day.

 

[PmTick]

Theo

Theo returned to his room after a nice hot shower. He opened his suitcase and pulled out a pair of olive green pants and a light brown button down shirt. He had snagged a chunk of meat from the kitchen earlier, as a were-beast his pallete tended to crave steaks more than bread or vegtables. It would seem unusual to his hosts if he were to ear half a cow at the breakfast table.

He took a small notepad from his suitcase and put it in his back pocket. He knew if he were to trace Lucas' steps, he would have to keep careful notes. He glanced at his watch, "15 more minutes, perhaps I'll just get there and hang around for a bit."

Theo left his room and headed for the meeting place.

 

[crysede]

Teril:
The sun was peaking over the horizon as Teril entered her room, and she found herself filled with a now familiar melancholy at the sight. Just as the nights had begun to stir her heart with an unfamiliar longing, so the dawning of day had started to settle upon her soul like a dark cloud.

Shaking her head, to try and the clear her mind of such foolishness, she picked out a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. After washing and changing, and grabbing a bite to eat in the kitchen, she met up with Theo. She smiled cheerfully at him, determined not to let her new found moodiness spoil his day as well.

"Well then, was there anything in particular you wanted to see?"

 

[PmTick]

Theo

OOC: I'm going to be away for a few days the day after tommorow. If my character is needed, he can be moved along. I'll be back at the beginning of next week.

Theo smiled back at the beaming Teril, "Well for starters what are the popular meeting places around here? Where are they in relation to were-beast and vampire attacks?"

 

[crysede]

Teril:
"Well, there is a tavern in town where people often gather, that would be a good place to start." She said with a smile, "It is only a short walk from here." Following an noticeably warn path, she started off towards town.

"As for its relation to attacks, people are sometimes attacked around there, usually because they got too drunk, and foolishly left on their own after dark. It is not safe to go anywhere after dark unless you are well armed, and preferably have other's with you."

 

[poohlive]

It wasn't until well after the sun shone down upon the land that John ventured out. He paused for a moment, noticing the beauty of the golden rays, flashing before the valley aorund him. Simply breathtaking.
There was a scene that wasn't so breathtaking though. The door in which he had trusted so much faith on was bent in the middle. A dent in the steel, that he had never seen before. Just for shits and giggles, he went over to get a hammer, and hit it as hard as he could.
Not even so much as a scratch.
Holy fuck, what was he dealing with? A steel enforced isolation room seemed enough to take care of these things, didn't it? Apparently not. There he was, looking at the evidence. How many knew of this place now? One? A dozen? All of them?
Fuck.
The tarp was carefully wrapped around the dead body. He was taking no chances with this. Any other person who was dead, he would just bury and let it be the end of it. This thing though, this was a partially transformed werewolf.
The church was the only place to despose of a tainted body such as this.
Lifting the caracass on one shoulder, John made his way back towards town. A nice little two mile hike, downhill, thankfully. Took him nearly an hour to complete it.
Since the church was at the edge of town, he felt better going near it. Townspoeople frankly disgusted him. Having everyone huddle in a big group, just like some sort of buffet for the beats.
Might as well have a dinner bell too, once night falls someone should shout, "COME AND GET IT!"
Reaching the steps of the church, he called out to anyone who could hear him. A priest or a father, or whatever the hell you called them. Someone to get this body off of his hands.
Was anyone even here? The place looked deserted.

 

[crysede]

Father Jonathan:
Hearing a voice, the old priest got up stiffly from his prayers and went outside into the sunshine, surprised to see an unfamiliar man carrying something wrapped in a tarp. He knew all the townsfolk, to have three strangers arrive in less than a day was highly unusual, if fact, he couldn't recall that many new folks showing up in anything less than a month! Ah, but where were his manners, he berated himself. He greeted the man, smiling pleasantly.

"Good morning my son, what can the church do for you? Are you in need of food or shelter? It is not safe to travel alone in these lands, you are most lucky to have made it this far!"

 

[poohlive]

John shook his head, "No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to drop off this."
He lowered the tarp down to the ground.
"It's a man that came to ask me for help. It was too late though, he had already begun to change. I had to shoot him, otherwise he would have gotten me too. I didn't want to bury him, since he had just goen through the change. I thought you had a ritual or something that the body goes through."
He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm didn't know what to do, not every day something like this happens to me."

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Hey I'm back.

Theo looked ahead at the town before him. Turning to Teril, he asked her, "Would you occompnay me to this tavern?"

 

[crysede]

Father Jonathan:
"There are,... certain precautions that we take with the bodies, it's good that you brought it here." He turned to one of the villagers volunteer time at the church, speaking quietly with a gesture to the body. Within a moment two men had taken the body, still covered, and born it away.

The Father returned his attention to the stranger, sizing the man up curiously. "I don't believe we've met, I'm Father Jonathan, priest to the people of this small village. What of you stranger? Do you live nearby? Please forgive my curiosity, but we get very few newcomers here, and even fewer that are not in need of aid of some sort."

Teril:
She hesitated for a moment before replying, Father John disapproved of her trips into the village in general, and would certainly be against her entering the tavern where the godless drowned their sorrows in ale, instead of seeking real escape through spiritual transcendence. But the bright sunlight pierced through her like a housand little blades, leaving her head aching and her flesh feeling exposed: the dark shelter of the tavern was too strong of a temptation to resist.

"Aye, certainly Theo, I'd be happy to."

A short walk found them at the doors of an old wooden building. Entering, they were surrounded by the normal sounds of a tavern: laughter, raised voices, the clinking of mugs, but there was forced sound to the frivolity and a pervasive tension in the air.

 

[PmTick]

Theo was happy Teril decided to join him. There was something about her that was so familar, even though he had never set foot on this island before he began his search for Lucas.

He sat at a table for two near the bar. Within minutes a young woman with long black hair concealing half of her face walked up to the table. "What can I get you two?"

"Scotch Rocks for me," Theo replied smelling a hint of blood in the air.

 

[poohlive]

John shook his head, watching as someone took the body.
"I'm not that much of a newcomer, only came here a year ago. Looking for different places to stay. I come to town for supplies every once in a while, you know. I'm just not much of a church goer."
He smiled, not really wanting to get into this conversation with a priest. They always tried to convert you, or hypnotize you, or whatever it is priests do.
"Don't have much time for religion when you're running away from monsters and such. God doesn't play much of a role in survival. I mean, well... "he simply smiled, "Nevermind. It's too early to get into my theological views. I just wanted to drop off the body, make sure whatever is out there doesn't spread any more than it needs too."

 

[crysede]

Teril:
There was something in the air that cut into her awareness like a scalpel through flesh, it was a sweet metallic smell that thrilled her. With a shock she suddenly recognized the scent as blood, her mind recoiling from the sensation in revulsion over her reaction to it. Forcing herself to push such thoughts out of her mind, she became aware of the serving girls irritated gaze, she stammered out "I'll, I'll have the same...please."

Father Jonathan:
"Perhaps He does not, but there is more to life than mere physical survival isn't there?" He smiled, apologetically, "But, of course, you said you did not wish to speak of such things, do forgive me. I'm afraid that those in my profession have a certain weakness for theological discussions."

His eyes drifted to the forest, "So you live out there then, on your own. You must be quite skilled in the art of survival..." Returning his intent gaze to the man before him, he continued, "Such skills could be of great benefit to the others living here." It was spoken as a simple statement of fact, but the unspoken question was clear enough in the Fathers eyes if not his voice.

 

[PmTick]

Theo looked at her, "Are you sure? This is pretty harsh stuff." He noticed she had a scared look on herface. Theo brushed his hand across his face, making sure he wasn't sprouting wiskers or fur. "What' wrong? You look distracted."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Darryl (the man in the church)

His sleep was restless, but he did rest, for hours infact, without waking. His dreams were of odd images, of his childhood and his early adulthood, and some of his twenties, when he was running alone, having lost his parents and siblings long ago, though not necessarily to death. He wasn't sure what had happened to the all. Just that they had all been separated.
He moved now and again in his sleep, sometimes making odd noises, sometimes just breathing faster, and sometimes seeming dead to the world.
After these hours had elapsed, he sat up suddenly, his stomach growling loudly.
He looked around the room, wondering if it was expected that he could sit up so soon after his injuries were recieved.
He rested back again, thinking it best to hide this secret for now.
They wouldn't understand, he told himself, which only makes sense, as he didn't understand either.

 

[poohlive]

"Yeah probably," he said, looking out at the morning. He only wished people would listen to him. His words were far off, distant. It was the sound of someone who had already tried, and it had failed, miserably.
He had lost her, that was the hardest thing. He had lost her, and yet he was still here.
"Well, thank you for taking care of this. I have a few more things to do today, supplies and whatnot. Thank you father."

 

[crysede]

Teril:
"Oh,...perhaps I will just have ale then, please." She added, hesitantly, to the serving girl.

"I'm sorry Theo, I was just a bit distracted, it's nothing." She hurried to change the subject, "So what made you decide to come here for your training? Surely it would have been more pleasant to stay in Africa where you would have been safe?"

Father Jonathan:
He nodded, "Very well, but should you find yourself in need of aid, our doors are always open. Over the months we have constructed deep underground chambers beneath the church, out of an already existing system of caves. Those from town who will admit to the severity of the danger we face bring their families her at night, and we could always use another one skilled in survival to help defend our compound: no barrier has proven effective against the stalkers of the night, so we depend on guns to defend our entrance against them. It is my hope to eventually move the whole town underground, I see that as our only hope of survival. But there are many who still hide behind their silver crosses, magic charms, and garlic."

Father Jonathan looked away, shaking his head, his face showing deep sadness, "They seek safety in the old superstitions, unable, or unwilling, to face the terrifying reality." Her turned back to the stranger, his face crinkling into a benign smile once again, "But I have kept you too long, go with God's blessings my son. Yes, yes, I know," he added with a wry grin, "you do not feel His presence anymore, but that is because you choose not to see, not because He is no longer there."

 

[PmTick]

Theo

"Well your right, I could have stayed in the safety of my homeland but what would I have learned? I want to set out on my own, help people, and meet interesting people such as yourself." The barmaid brought their drinks to the table. Theo took a sip of the scotch, wincing a bit as it burned a trail down his throat. "Ahhh, if you don't challenge yourself and stay in the same place all your life, how do you truly know yourself? What about you Teril? Have you ever left the island?"

 

[crysede]

Teril:
"I don't know, for the last four months I have been here, with Father Jonathan, but before then..." She left the question hanging, sipping slowly from her drink. "I don't think I have been away from the island, I am sure I would not have come back if I had."

Her voice lacked the firm certainty that her words expressed though: was she sure she would not have returned? Her increasing feeling of comfort with the night sat uneasily with her, she no longer felt the fear she had upon first waking up in the church, the fear that Father John and the others still felt every night.

"Theo,...are, are you afraid? In the night I mean, of the darkness?" She asked, hesitantly.

 

[PmTick]

Theo

"That darkness? There's no reason to be afraid of the darkness. Without the darkness, we wouldn't have the light." Theo took another sip of scotch, pretending he wasn't looking at Teril's eyes, filled with emotion.

What the hell did she mean? Was she on to him? What was it about this island that bothered him?