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The werewolf snarled at Andrew as though he wanted to rip out his gullet. Not that he did. "I do not know what any of those things are. Most of us wolves here do not. There are some wolves who have integrated themselves into human society. Others still who were originally human before becoming wolf. They would know such things. But all of the wolves here have chosen to live as such, and only a few were human to begin with."
He turned to Sam. "Again, I do not quite understand what you are talking about. Still..." He took off a gold necklace that had been hanging around his neck. It had been covered in his thick, white fur to the point where one couldn't even see it until it was removed. "...I found this on a hunt. I was planning on taking it back to the pack before I discovered you. But I have no idea what it could be. Other than that its' stench has nearly driven me to vomit." He held out the necklace for all to see. And sitting right at the end, gleaming under the rays of the setting sun, was none other than a golden swastika.
"Oh fucking shit." Andrew said. "More Nazis."
He then looked at the werewolf. "Thanks for showing us that. And, y'know, not killing us. That too. Anyways, yeah... that is really not good. That thing you're holding, that's a sigil. It's kinda hard to explain what a sigil is, but it's basically a symbol a person wears to show that they're
a member of a certain organization. In this case, a member of the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei, commonly called a Nazi. If you see anyone wearing this symbol, don't take any chances. They're genocidal assholes, and, given that they've managed to avoid being seen by the people who live in the forest they've invaded, they're extremely competent genocidal assholes. I could explain to you all about them and their atrocities in detail, but I think everyone else would die of amazement at how horrible I am at explaining stuff if I did that."
He then shut the hell up. And began preparing a different set of spells...
Sam's expression darkened when he saw their symbol. As American born and raised and descendant of a soldier, he could feel an instinctive hatred for that symbol.
"They are a bunch of bastards convinced of their own superiority and that spent too much time making up sick ways to kill people they considered lesser" He said "They took advantage of a crisis after a war to gain power legitimately, but the people putting them there learned to be careful with their wishes"
Looking at the sigil, his face went grim for a second.
"In this world, they were beaten down, but in the one they came from, they were the victors, so it's better to think of them as hostile if you get to them" He warned "They are the lowest of the low, and we don't know what else they want now, so be careful"
Deep Forest Expedition Mahvash instinctively unmade the foreign thing probing her body, which accordingly vanished from the air around her neck, along with a penny sized bit of tunic fabric, but not any part of Remix. Soul residue but so little, dependent, and so very jagged... No fairy. A familiar? Whose? Whether the unnatural thing was significant or not, Flora bid them to halt and challenged their prowler to appear. A werewolf? She tilted her head, adding and a moron, during his brief exchange with Flora. We can smell the meaning of things, sniff out intent, and my plan was to follow the unidentified things and not take a single sniff... Rolling her eyes, she began feeling out for more tiny things only to finally notice that the thing she made contact with matched Hei Lin. Oh. Whoops. Well, I only know him somewhat from the tournament. Haven't really committed his aura to memory. Samuel on the other hand, she knew something had changed in him before pointing her antennae his way and sure enough the lad was shrinking back before the witless wolfman. Huh. The talk about historical relics seemed to restore his resolve, but... hm. Bidding Remix follow, she silently approached Samuel, so as not to interrupt his speech and rhythm before gently placing a hand on his shoulder. I can do that now! Wait. Was it the shoulder thing or holding his hand? Hedging, she simply does both before whispering, "Whatever it is, I'm here. We're here, and we're right beside you, Samuel."
Initially quite intimidated by the wolf, Lucy stepped back, eventually relaxing somewhat as it showed no sign of harming them at this time. Albeit, she was still tense, and she found herself instinctively gravitating towards Hei, of course.
Once the lycan revealed the golden swastika, a heavy pit of dread formed in her stomach. The thought that they could outclass a werewolf who almost outclassed them if not for a few environmentally sensitive members was frightening.
“I... I d-don't really want to encourage it, but...” she hesitated, before relenting. “Th-there's little to be redeemed of them. We have to deal with them, one way o-or another.”
Even indirectly implying the same thing as Andrew and Sam seemed to almost hurt her, even if it could also easily indicate simple incarceration. The very idea of actively hunting down people to kill them, even if only insinuated, absolutely repulsed her.
She was still getting over that... other event. She didn't need the guilt of more deaths piled on top of it.
She instinctively gripped Hei's hand in an effort to calm herself. It helped, somewhat, knowing that she had someone to fall back on when she felt vulnerable, and it was satisfying to know that she would happily do the same for him when he needed it without a second's hesitation.
Caleb froze a bit when he heard 'werewolf'. Yes, he had a whole other section of wolf questions in his head but those were probably better suited for a lycanthrope student, not someone who could start an interdimensional incident. Fortunately, the others seemed to handle that part.
"Yeah, Nazis are evil. We could be friends but them, no way."
Harmony's understanding of world history wasn't great but Caleb had filled her in on the basics.
"Hm." The werewolf tilted its head at the others as it listened. It still didn't completely understand, but it got the gist. "It appears that you do not care for these intruders anymore than we do. In any event, you do not seem to wish us harm."
"Of course we don't," said Flora. "Not unless you wish it on us."
The werewolf growled, but it soon relented. "Not at the moment. As long as you do not attempt to harm us, your presence will be tolerated. Especially if these intruders are as reprehensible as you say they are. You are also welcome among the pack." He pointed at Vickie. "But only if she is with you."
"Of course. That said, if there really are Nazi's roaming these woods, we can't just let them do as they please. Where did you find this necklace, if I may ask?"
"I will show you. Come." The werewolf bounded off, expecting everyone else to do the same.
"Hm. Well, come on, class. It seems the dryads will have to wait. Shall we?"
Deep Forest — Swastika Site
The werewolf continued to rush through the woods, only stopping momentarily to make sure everyone else was keeping up. Until it finally found what it was looking for. The area didn't seem that different from where they'd just been. Other than that it was that much closer to the deeper parts of the forest. They were fine for now, but if they tried to go further in, they would have to be careful.
"This was the spot. There did not appear to be anything out of the ordinary, at least from what I could sense. But perhaps you could detect something I could not."
As the others arrived at the spot and did whatever it was they were going to do, the werewolf moved closer to Vickie. "You. You were not born a wolf, were you? I can sense it. And I can also sense doubt. And fear. As though you are afraid you do not belong. What troubles you?"
Keeping a werewolf from finding you would be considered by most to be a feat, even when they haven't used all their skills to find them. Looking at Matten, he simply nodded, even if he wasn't sure how honest.
"There are things I have to deal with" He said "But thank you" He said with a small smile.
Looking at the place where they found the sigil, he couldn't see anything in particular like this, but a magnifying glass appeared in front of his eyes.
"So, you are the only ones to have found out there are intruders? Or have any of the others found something out of place?" He asked.
"And can anyone get the things we find to the school itself without contaminating them?"
edited 20th May '18 5:11:57 PM by Blueace
Andrew was no detective. He was just an ordinary guy who happened to have had a lot of weird things happen to him over the course of the last few years. However, he figured he could try to investigate. Investigation. Now why didn't I prepare any spells for that.
He looked at the area, being very careful not to accidentally destroy any evidence, then, he felt around with his wild empathy. It was hard to get any useful impressions from plants, they weren't like animals, but he did his best.
He also felt for impressions from the nearby animals, and felt for beings that were too disconnected from nature to be influenced by his wild empathy, but could still be sensed (like 98% of the human race and similar species, the other 2% being connected enough to slightly influence or gain vague impressions from). He also used his other senses for the investigation, but in a less noticeable way.
Deep Forest — Elementry, Watson
"Apparently the cat people have also found something," said the wolf. "But we rarely come into contact with them. And when we do, it is... unpleasant. Cats and wolves do not tend to get along. They might listen to one of the non-humans. Or a cat lover. Or if you bring them a fish or a bauble. They're quite content to suck up to you so long as they're getting something out of it. But if they're not, they can be even worse than us."
As Andrew sensed the area, he swore he could feel something. Or rather someone. Whoever they were, they weren't too far away. But it was almost as if they were being protected by something. Something that couldn't be seen. As if they and anyone else with them were hiding in plain sight.
Deep Forest - Hmm...
Andrew pretended not to notice the invisibile Nazis. He turned around. "Nothing here." he told the rest of Class 1, but did so while trying to use facial expressions to convey that he was lying. Meanwhile, he told the plants near the invisible Nazis to trip up anyone who tried to move in that area withing the next few minutes.
Then, he turned around, as if double checking his assessment. Suddenly, he cast a spell that would end any and all invisibility, be it caused by magic, superpowers, or technology within the area of the invisible Nazis. He would've cast a spell that would've negated all technology in that area, but that would've taken too long and alerted them to his awareness of their presence. He also ordered the nearby briar bushes to grow and wrap around any humans within that area, preventing them from moving.
He hoped that would be enough.
Liam looked at Jezebel with a smirk that told exactly what he thought about that, "Sounds great, I am really liking the sound of this..." Then Mikael showed up and he just hoped that Mikael wouldn't make it weird or anything - he still thought of Mikael first and foremost by that initial impression. It'd taken him a while to get used to Mikael...as he was now.
It sounded like something was going on elsewhere, but he couldn't quite pin point it.
"You know, maybe a double date sounds good."
Deep Forest Expedition Mahvash wrapped the lad in a brief embrace, werewolf present or no. "Of course," then thinking on his point, she shook her head. "I can't carry any findings back without ...renovating the item though." Saluting she returned to Remix's side, right about when the werewolf began contributing to their diplomacy lesson. "The fish turned out to be a good bet after all." Also, this space is rather crowded... Giving a thin smile to Remix, she felt out the area, not for the cloaked persons but for residue, of magic, auras, and even filth. We're really deep into the forest. Did they just hike here? Or is there a gate half-open around? Machinery maybe? And just to hide or to bury magical treasures? And if they had help... They were on the edge of the Deep, Deep Forest. Aid from Mab's minions or the fae herself would leave a trace and coming from and not going to...
edited 20th May '18 8:20:16 PM by CenturyEye
Campground > Deep Forest
"Great. I look forward to it." Mikael smiled, and almost considered winking, but decided to tone it down. She shifted back to a male form as they followed Flora into the forest. "We should get moving, though. I think we've fallen behind."
Werewolves. And of course he didn't even have his crossbow, or anything silver for that matter. Fortunately, they seem to have avoided a fight, for now. Though a wolf pelt would have made a fine blanket. Then the werewolf showed them a swastika, and after Andrew tried to (badly) explain what it was Mikael decided to summarize. "To simplify, that symbol is evil. Should you see it, know that whoever bears it likely intends to destroy you." Overdramatic, but then, Mikael's grandfather had probably hated Nazis more so than demons.
So Mikael flew up and perched on a tree branch to better examine the area, eyes peeled for any activity. The druid zombie alerted them to the presence of nothing, a terrible double bluff. At least, he assumed Andrew was bluffing, rather than just making stupid faces. Would explain the rustle of plants moving.
Mikael's hand fell to his knife, and he prepared to teleport-stab anything that popped up wearing a swastika.
Rebecca was not having a good day. Not only had she been dropped on her head and learned she was being targeted by Nazis, but she had been lost in these godforsaken woods for at least an hour.
It was her own fault, really. Upon learning that the rest of the class had left without her, she rushed into the forest to catch up with them. Without a guide. The stupidity of this action didn’t really sink in until she realized she didn’t know which direction she came from. There was a part of that just wanted to let loose and let this forest rot away to find a way out. Fortunately, the remaining 99.9% of her mind told her that that was a terrible idea.
Wait, were those voices? Rebecca could swear she heard the faint sound of familiar voices. Finally! Rebecca was starting to think that it’d be days before anyone found her in here!
Rushing toward the source of the voices, Rebecca laid eyes upon her classmates, as well as something that made her stop dead in her tracks. That was... a werewolf. Shit. Shitshitshit.
Nobody had told her there would be werewolves in these woods! Granted, she hadn’t given them much of a chance, but you’d think that would be priority information for someone whose very scent sends werewolves into a frenzy! Shit! She was putting everyone in danger just by being here.
Okay, calm down, maybe the werewolf hadn’t noticed her yet. Just hide behind a tree, let them pass, and wait a few days for the inevitable search party.
As Rebecca wondered how she could approach the others without triggering an international incident, (or perhaps another Vickie,) a gaggle of fairies flew overhead, only stopping to take a whiff of the pinecones. Only to nearly vomit from the foulest stench they'd ever smelled. Still, to a fairy, all that would take was a little fairy dust and everything would be right as rain.
They flew over Rebecca, dumping her with enough dust to bury her up to her eyes before flying off, giggling like nymphs of spring. She stumbled out of the dustpile, possibly ready to kill someone until she noticed something... odd. Or rather it was something she didn't notice. She didn't notice the stench. She still had her powers, somehow still had her aura, but in spite of that, she smelled... nice. Must have been that dust. In any event, she wouldn't have to worry about setting off that werewolf. Or Vickie. As long as it didn't wear off, she was in business.
Andrew's spell did the trick. Anything that was keeping itself invisible would soon be forced to reveal itself. Case in point. Out of nowhere, a small black dome sat near the edge of the Deep Deep Forest. Something about it seemed... odd. As though there were more to it than there appeared. In any case, there was probably only one way to find out. And that was taking a closer look.
"Be careful, students," said Flora. "This may not seem like much, but you can never tell if something's packing a death ray. Don't be reckless."
"Oh, come on!" said Laurie. "Looks like fun! Let's get em!"
Lucy was clearly tentative at the sight of the small dome, quickly and subtly filling the palm of her hand with ink from her pores, hiding it against her body in case anyone was watching them. More ink emanated from within her shoe, trickling out and creeping along the forest floor as a thin tendril, aiming to approach the dome from the side. If anything went wrong, she would have a supply quick to grab whoever decided to go investigate it.
“P-please be careful,” she quietly begged the others, reinforcing Flora's own warning. “It might be t-too close to the forest to be safe, even if it doesn't do anything dangerous,” she pointed out, pretending to be oblivious to her ink's actions.
The tendril connected to her foot was a few feet away from the dome now, positioning itself against the forest floor like a snake ready to pounce, and she quickly disconnected it from herself and stepped back a bit, lest it react poorly. Despite this, she couldn't hide the nervous wringing of her hands (carefully making sure not to make contact with the ink hidden there in case it alerted anyone), although that could have easily been interpreted as general anxiousness from anticipation.
Hei kept silent as the others talked about Nazis, though the small frown on his face showed his feelings on the group quite clearly. He had a couple run-ins with neo-nazi gangs in the past, and their doctrine sure as hell rubbed him the wrong way. Lucy's hand gripped his, and he idly rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand.
The reveal of the dome was a surprise, and Hei wondered what else had been hiding near them. Peering at the dome revealed little even with his night vision, which let him little choice but to get closer to find out more.
Hei raised a hand, and pulled shadows from his sleeve to form a small shadow bat. The bat quickly took off, flapping over to the dome. Hei resisted the urge to peer through it so soon in case the bat was destroyed for some reason. Just because he wasn't the one getting shot doesn't mean it's fun to see death coming to the eyes he was looking through.
Sam just gave Matten an odd look as she walked away, but then raised an eyebrow at the black dome in front of the group. It's obviously suspicious, but given it's just over the "Lose Yourself" area, it feels like going there would be a very stupid thing to do.
And then there was the noise close to them. He doubted it was hostile, as it would have attacked them before it made a noise, but someone was watching them.
But first, he made a stick. A simple stick a couple feet long. Sending it to poke the dome a bit.
"No place like dome, why don't we go give it a look or two, yes?" he added to the group, bouncing his head for a moment in thought before heading over towards the black dome, stopping himself near the place where Sam was poking it with a stick. Not one to be unarmed, he picked up a rock that was about the size of a brick along the way, and then held it at the ready in case he needed to throw it at the dome.
"This isn't the type of stoning I thought happens in California, but I'm ready."
Deep Forest Expedition "Oh, no. He's right." Mahvash smiled serenely, snuggling into Remix's side and walking alongside to the dome. "Rebirth gives you perspective. 'Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate are necessary to Human existence. From these contraries spring what the religious call Good & Evil. Good is the passive that obeys Reason. Evil is the active springing from Energy.'" note That comes from Blake in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. No that's not story important, but I am far too used to citing things and am playing it safe. "I renovate and inspire renovation," She subtly traced a small, measuring circle in the dirt around them. "but I am not unkind."
edited 21st May '18 7:25:09 PM by CenturyEye
He still sort of half-stood, half-crouched there with his rock ready to go, just waiting for a chance to throw it at something.
Rebecca’s reaction to having a truckload of dust dumped on her out of nowhere was about what one would expect. Confusion, and annoyance, but mostly coughing. A lot of very loud coughing.
“*Kkh!* What the hell is this stuff?! *Kkh, Kkh!*”
Whatever it was, she sincerely hoped she wasn’t allergic. Her day had already been crappy enough. Especially now that her cover was almost definitely blown.
Deep Forest Expedition—The Once-Invisible Dome "Hmmm," Her grin being the only sign of her mirth, the DJ had nonetheless, alerted the daeva to the fact that, besides the all-too silent stalemate, no one had actually requested an audience from the master of the house er dome. Her class had all sent scouts and circled around the thing ready to strike on the off chance it may be the base of a foe. Twas certainly the base of a stranger, but that's all that they had confirmed. It would become the den of a foe with this kind of approach though. "We can never tell if something's packing a death ray," she said, echoing Flora's warning, "but if I get some of Saint's point, we are mighty enough to try the high road first and not cause an incident over an abundance of nerves." Loosing Remix's arm, she looked over her shoulder, "But that doesn't mean come along though." High road. I think. Mahvash strolled over to the front door before politely knocking, a roll of bread bundled under her arm. "Greetings and salutations," she called past the door. "We are students of the local academy and we have come by your part of the woods as part of an embassy. I ask your pardon for breaking your barrier, but we have been alerted to disturbances and we tend towards an abundance of caution. Hm." She smiled a bit, thinking of wolfboy how near he came to her Class's wrath out of mutual caution. She should have just flagged him down the moment he disturbed her senses. "If you are not resident here and a traveler like us, then we'll parley." She beamed, hoping to add a sense of sincerity to the statement. "You need not come right out and into my arms or anything, but I would appreciate if you were to make our acquaintance. I have bread. And two of my classmates can put on excellent puppet shows."
edited 22nd May '18 11:41:47 AM by CenturyEye
Victoria had struggled to keep her nose and temper in check, too caught up in the effort from trying not to go insane from Rebecca's stench to have done much earlier. She'd been just about to lose it when she found herself catching a whiff of clear air, and immediately started to calm down. And then another werewolf had started talking to her.
"Huh? N-No, I wasn't born like this. I'm new to the whole werewolf thing."
And I hate it.
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