Chains of Retribution Bloodstone Medical Center - Part 1: The Aftermath

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as written by CelticCat

Raquette gently, but firmly, led Sophia a few paces behind Ulrich. She glanced across all the faces curiously, searchingly, but did not find the person she hoped to speak to first--Bastien. She squeezed Sophia's hand softly and gravitated a little towards Snow as she pulled out her phone. The tension was thick in the air.

"We borrowed some clothes," the electronic voice chirped as she gestured to the borrowed garments she and Sophia wore. It was all she could think to say.
 
as written by Script

Snow looked across at Ulrich and Raquette as they arrived.

"The Scions hit Cascatel. We went to retrieve Jesse while the Casino was unguarded, but they were waiting for us on the way out. Baron's in surgery, and we don't know if he'll make it. Others already haven't."

His eyes flicked across to Raquette and Sophia, gaze wavering. He didn't know what Vanessa's condition was, but it had been bad enough she was in the operating room with Baron. Then something clicked in his head. "Wait, why were you at my place? Weren't you at Nieve's? What happened?"
 
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Sophia rubbed at her eyes with one hand, while Raquette held the other. She was tired, upset, hungry, and scared, and it was more than apparent.

"Where's my dad?" she asked.

It had taken the promise of going to see her father to get her out from under Snow's couch in the first place.
 
as written by Sokka

The door to the medical center opened and Renard and Jean-Pierre stumbled in, Renard nodded to the others in greeting. He made his way to lean against a wall and collected himself for a moment, before taking a breath and finally looking up at the others. "Has anyone heard from Marc or Carlisle?" He finally asked as he noticed neither of them were not there.
 
as written by Tiko

Julienne's phone rang, but when she flipped it open it was Bastien's name displayed on the caller ID. She put it to her ear, listening a moment before speaking.

"How bad?" she asked into the phone as she ran a hand through her hair. She was silent a moment before speaking again. "I'll let them know," she said huskily before she hung up.

"Someone go tell Ragenard that Brendan's on his way here with Desmond, Jacques, and Aimee," she said.

There was a low growl to her voice that spoke of there being more that she hadn't shared.
 
as written by RoxyRose

Noel exited a dank building that one might assume was abandoned, due to it's dark exterior and boarded windows. Abandoned was the only thing that building wasn't. It was obvious to any who saw that Noel was up to no good, fortunately for the young wolf, no one would see.

Cutting the corner, he stepped out beneath a lamp post, and looked due north to locate his motorcycle. What little savings he had, and small jobs Baron had offered, allowed the boy to purchase himself a set of wheels. Of course, his sister placed a bet immediately that the bike would meet the pavement before it turned 1,000 miles. As Noel lifted his leg over, flicked the switch, and kicked the bike to life, he was proud to see the numbers read: 1,025. 'I wonder who she owes money to, I should collect.' He thought.

As Noel situated his mirrors, he felt his phone vibrate in the inside pocket of his black leather jacket. 'Bas' read across the screen of his flip phone. Noel wasn't one to fix things that weren't broken, and this phone had made it through some shit with the boy. "Sup B?" He spoke. Mere seconds passed before he was listening to silence. Bastian had informed him that the Scions had attacked, and he was to report to the med center immediately. Glancing at his watch as he placed his phone back into it's pocket, he sighed. Checking his gas gage, he decided to test the machine's limits. He had a half tank, more than enough to cross the forty mile distance between himself and his new destination.

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Swerving into the parking space, Noel turned the motorcycle off, and placed the stand down with his boot. He ran a hand through his windblown hair, and heavy footed, entered the building.

Not sure how to greet his pack mates, as Noel had been entirely out of touch the past few weeks, maybe months, he shrugged his shoulders and cleared his throat, "What's up guys? Bastian called, said something about Scions?" He looked directly to Julienne, not feeling anymore closer to her than he would a complete stranger.
 
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"Your dad's out picking some of the others, Sophia. He'll be back soon," Snow said gently, before turning towards the other new arrivals.

He gave Renard a brief shake of his head to indicate he hadn't heard anything before looking across to Noel. He sighed wearily before responding, "I'll explain when everyone's here. Or Ragenard will." He had no desire to keep relaying the events of the night every time someone new arrived. Right now he just wanted to be able to close everything out. It was obvious from his expression, however, that whatever had happened hadn't been good.
 
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Raquette crouched next to Sophia, smiling to the young girl softly before typing into her phone again. Thankfully, Snow responded to the young girl's query, allowing her to focus on his own questions.

It took a little while for her to finish typing and it was with a sigh that she looked up at Snow while her "voice" rang out. "There was a molotov, the house is likely gone. Two werewolves came inside. Not Scions, only one even spoke Queran. Brokenly. Terran wolves. They got Sophia out safely, then escorted us to your place."
 
as written by Dashmiel

Ragenard finished his sweep of the environs around the Medical Center, and stood beholding the sinking moon near the entrance as he composed his thoughts. Ragenard turned around and made his way to the entrance easily picking up on the conversations within before he marched back inside.

He made note of the new arrivals, and made a bee-line towards Julienne. He took a deep calming breath before speaking up; Julienne's posture and bearing a clear warning to him that whatever the answer, he was not going to like it one fucking bit.

"How bad?" he asked her, and braced himself to control the beast inside.
 
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"They burned the fucking den down," Julienne growled back.
 
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It turned out that his bracing himself was for nothing.

Overwhelming fury began to radiate out of Ragenard, as he doubled over and struggled to keep the beast at bay. His eyes were twin engines of fiery hatred and his skin began to mottle and rip, only to heal instantly and break anew as he fought with the beast inside. "Cold old boy. Stay cold. They need the man now, not the monster" he thought to himself over and over again as fond memories of many better years at the Den replayed themselves in his mind, each one flashing brightly through his mind before being replaced by fire.

A few loud snarls and yips escaped him as he struggled to control himself, and he finally had to at least concede some violence to the monster before it relented; Ragenard viciously cast his right fist into the concrete floor of Reinhard's again and again, the force of his blows cracking the concrete around his fist even as his bones up to the wrist shattered like the kaleidoscope that his life had become.

After a few seconds of his self-punishment, Ragenard stood up straight once again. His breathing was labored, and the fury still escaped him like the heat of a furnace, but the beast settled for pacing back and forth within instead of breaking out.

"Rowan is going to wish he had died tonight" he exclaimed coldly as he watched the blood from his hand slowly drip unto the floor.
 
as written by Tiko

Ragenard's anger spilled over Julienne and the rest of the room as surely as if it was there own, coaxing and calling to their own wolves. Such was the strength of the pack mentality though, when they came together like this.

Julienne didn't look over at Ragenard while he partook in his outburst, and she instead concentrated on keeping her own change at bay as it growled and clawed from within to be let loose.

"Aimee's hurt, but she'll live Bastien said," Julienne added. "I don't know what the fuck she was doing out at the Den in the first place. Baron told everyone to lay low and to stay off the streets."
 
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"Fucking pup needs to hurry up and grow up before she's dead" growled Ragenard as his breathing stabilized and his anger crystallized inside him, waiting for him to reach in and use it as he would. "You got any smokes on you, Juls?"
 
as written by Tiko

Julienne reached to check the pockets of her jacket before remembering that she had emptied them out before heading to the casino and she gave a shake of her head.

A cigarette sounded really good right about now too.

"Think he'll make it?" she asked.

It was a question none of them could answer, but sometimes you didn't want an honest answer anyways.
 
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"He'll make it. He'll be running around by the end of the week, nothing's taking him down" Ragenard responded, hoping the words didn't sound as hollow as they felt.

"There's gotta be a pack of smokes somewhere in the storeroom, I'm gonna go see if I can find some and get that old police scanner out here. I don't like how quiet shit seems to be right now. Spread the word that we're here for the long haul, no fucking joy rides. Send someone after me if I'm not back before the others get here. We gotta huddle up, but I ain't doing it ten fucking times" he added.
 
as written by Script

Snow's breathing was heavy and he dug his nails into his palm with closed eyes as Ragenard's anger filled the room. The idea of letting the wolf take over was becoming increasingly appealing, because if there was one thing it was good at, it was avoiding thinking. But to do so would be selfish, it would do none but him any good, and they couldn't afford that right now.

A trickle of blood ran from his palms where his nails had broken the skin, but as Ragenard fought back his shift, Snow did too.

Only then did he open his eyes again and look to Raquette. "Baron will want to know about the Terrans... when he recovers," he said numbly, briefly hesitating over the word 'if'. "Ragenard, too, till then."

He glanced up at the large man's retreating form. "When he gets back."

Looking to the floor, he motioned for Raquette to follow him to one side where he slid down to sit on the floor wearily. "The fire... there's room in my apartment. You can stay there, after this," he said, before lapsing into silence.
 
as written by Sentry

Ulrich didn't have the same visible struggle as the rest with his wolf, but this was one of the things he was better at. Not as good as Julienne at combat, not as smart as Snow, not even with a shred of Baron's leadership, but he had the ability to keep the beast inside when it needed to be.

Most times, anyway.

"So we just wait?" he asked Ragenard. He didn't seek comfort or companionship at the moment. Not like some of the others did. He needed a task- something other than just standing there.
 
as written by CelticCat

Raquette arched her back and clenched the hand around her phone, barely keeping herself in check as Ragenard made his comments. Only Snow's voice broke her from her shift. She slowly untensed as she took in a long, steadying breath. She stood and walked after Snow, tugging Sophia along after her. Taking Snow's cue, she sat next to him with a frown.

A question tugged at her mind, but suddenly she was scared to ask. She typed into her phone, then erased, then typed again. "Thanks, Snow." Glancing back over the crowd, she tried to figure out who all was missing.

Raquette couldn't find the face she was looking for and her throat felt tight. Slowly and hesitantly, she began to type again. "Will Nieve be staying with us, too?"
 
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Snow felt a twisting in his chest, and his expression tightened visibly. There was a long hesitation before he answered.

"She..." his breath caught briefly as he spoke, hardened mask slipping once more to display bitter anger: at the vampire that had done it, at the Scions for sinking to the low of recruiting bloodsuckers, and most of all at himself for being helpless to prevent it. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself. "She didn't make it," he finally managed, his voice little more than a breath. He couldn't bring himself to look Raquette in the eye.
 
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The tightness spread from her throat into her chest. She hung on his every word and the last was met with the softest of gasps. She felt a hot mist rising behind her eyes as she stared at him silently for a brief moment. Then, she jerked her head away, forcing herself to look anywhere else.

The makeshift hospital was overflowing with her packmates, all of them in various states of disrepair. She could barely let herself believe that Nieve wouldn't be among them. Her eyes shot to Renard, leaning against the wall. She'd barely noticed him come in, but the blood pouring from his torso forced her to move.

Raquette stood quickly, hand still firmly grasped onto Sophia, and without another word she left Snow to attend to Renard. There's no time to focus on yourself she thought as she began to type. "Renard, come lay down," her voice rang out as she tried to lead him to a nearby, empty bed.
 
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