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

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as written by Alara

"I'm naked, and I'm bloody," Carlisle remarked. "Let's just get this done with."

Truthfully the wounds should have healed over by now he thought with a frown. Perhaps the sheer quantity of bee venom in his blood stream was hampering things. Nothing a few hours rest shouldn't take care of.

"Won't need any stitching," he explained. "Just get some dressing on so I'm not bleeding everywhere."

Meanwhile, the room was continuing to clear out. Desmond had wandered himself off - likely in search of Chloe, or a bed - and neither Julienne nor Bastien had returned yet.
 
as written by CelticCat

Raquette hadn't tried to communicate with anyone after she'd finished up tending Renard, lost somewhere in her own mind. Most of what was happening in the rest of the room was only a hazy blur to her, aside from keeping a watchful eye on Sophia.

Then, as she smelled Ragenard returning, she also remembered what Snow had told her. She grabbed her phone and moved to meet him as he would enter the room. "Ragenard," her electronic voice rang out.
 
as written by Dashmiel

Ragenard made it three steps into the main room before his frown was back in place. He had a second to ponder who he would nail to the fucking door to keep it from regurgitating strange people before Raquette's presence distracted him.

His features softened almost involuntarily as he glanced down and addressed her: "Hey pup. What's up?"
 
as written by CelticCat

Raquette typed rapidly into her phone, frowning and chewing on her lip as she tried to find the best way to paraphrase the important points of the night. "There were Terran wolves in our territory tonight. I don't think they were with Scion, they escorted Sophia and I away from the fighting. I thought you should know, still." Her body language was tense, but she kept a somewhat neutral expression as her "voice" spoke.
 
as written by Dashmiel

Terran wolves? Really? Were things not muddy enough? Ragenard decided to compartmentalize this information for later in order to keep his headache from getting much worse.

"You made the right call letting me know, Raquette. I might ask you for more details later, but it's good to know" Ragenard said as he eyed the stranger with Carlisle. "Excuse me" he added before marching off towards the pair.
 
as written by CelticCat

Raquette nodded to Ragenard with a small smile, before he left. With a deep breath, she turned and went back to attend to Sophia and dwell on her own inner thoughts.
 
as written by Lialore

Cass said nothing, just set to work on the nastier slashes across Carlisle’s torso. She didn’t bother to warn him about the stinging as she began to clean. He didn’t look like he was a stranger to these sorts of things. The odd collection of injuries, however, did have her wondering. But before she could ask, the new presence she felt approaching wound her back up.

It wasn’t until they were a few strides away that she turned and took an discreet sniff. She had no idea who this person was, but from the atmosphere and scent she gathered that she probably should. Cass looked between the bulky stranger and Carlisle, then guessed that he was coming for her.

She lowered her working hand which was already a mess and tried not to look useless.
 
as written by Dashmiel

For the space of a few heart beats, all Ragenard could do was stare at the strange woman. He could feel his left eye on the verge of going into a tic frenzy.

"Carlisle. Who is this? God help you if your reply is lamer than Desmond's excuse for his pet stitchwoman, for am I starting to near the edge of my patience where new faces in our most vulnerable of places are concerned" queried Ragenard coldly.
 
as written by Alara

"She's new," Carlisle explained. "She was pack leader out in the Phantom Quarter. Baron gave them the choice of joining up, or getting out. There's a lot of new faces since the merger."

If he was in any pain from Cass working over his wounds, not even so much as a muscle twitch on his face betrayed it.

"Marc didn't make it back with me," he added. "We got ambushed clearing out Renards. We got the guns out, but that pet abomination of theirs showed up."
 
as written by Dashmiel

Whilst Ragenard's eyes still rested upon Cass, it was into other times that they gazed.

"Marc was a good man" Ragenard said, his hands shaking out one of Baron's cigarettes even as the craving came upon him. His lighter gave off a few sparks before igniting.

"That monstrous pup of theirs has grown into a bigger problem than I expected" exhaled Ragenard as he turned towards Carlisle, cloud of smoke framing his words. "I should have put that one down long before it became a problem at all." Ragenard's eyes darkened. "They'll have cause to see their little bundle of wrong tangle with a real monster soon enough," Ragenard said coldly more to himself than anything else as he gestured with a thumb towards Cass. "Make sure her and her mongrels are in line. I have no time to babysit Dead Quarter scraps" he said.
 
as written by Tiko

"That's enough," Carlisle told Cass as he waved her off. "If any of yours aren't here yet, get them here," he instructed before turning his attention back to Ragenard. "We have another problem. My phone and wallet are at Renards, and we've got two bodies there. Marc, and one of theirs. Possibly a third. Bystander."
 
as written by Lialore

Cass’s expression darkened at the smoke that wafted into her face, at the words about Marc and at the way she was being spoken about. The complete lack of outright acknowledgement was degrading. But she was most offended by Carlisle’s new assignment. At her dismissal, she tossed aside the bloody mess of materials that remained and looked between the two werewolves as they continued their discussion.

“We don’t need someone panting down our necks. There’s been no trouble with us, I do my job well enough” she interrupted sharply, hiding less venom that she’d intended.
 
as written by Dashmiel

"Wonderful, another she-bitch charmed to meet me it is. Well enough ain't going to cut it darling. Not in the here and especially not in the now. Make sure you're using that bit of backbone you have peeking out making sure I don't need to pant down your necks and we'll be just fine" Ragenard expressed disinterestedly, although he actually looked at Cass in a manner at least passing as address before regarding Carlisle again.

"What, did you fucking forget to leave out milk and cookies for the Dets too?" Ragenard asked, barely restrained irritation mixed with equal parts incredulity at the man's blunder in his voice. He massaged his temples briefly as he pondered before sighing. "I don't give a fuck if you have a good explanation. Police will be all over all of our territory soon, and a dead civilian is going to make sure they're well and frothy. FUCK!" he looked at Carlisle with undisguised contempt. "You've fucked up. You're going absofuckinglutely nowhere. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not until the pack's needs outweigh the liability you've become. You're going to park your ass all day and listen to the scanner. Maybe hearing the fucking chatter about you over the next few days will remind you to be smart about your fucking pockets when killing's involved" Ragenard barked out annoyed, before turning to Cass once again.

"Why the fuck are you even still here? Gather your fucking mongrels! You're pack in paper at least, act the fuck like it. We're lockdowned, if any of yours aren't here well before brunch, they're on their own for the duration of this clusterfuck" he roared at the woman.
 
as written by Tiko

The muscles in Carlisle's jaw gave a twinge at Ragenard's words, but he bit back any retort he might have had for the man. Ragenard wasn't wrong in his assessment, but that didn't make this words any easier to swallow. He had no intention of challenging Ragenard's authority on the matter though and he stalked off in search of clothes. It would seem he wasn't going to be getting any sleep for a while yet.
 
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as written by Lialore

Cass simply blinked at the rage, her torso leaning away from Ragenard slightly, ears cringing.

She cleared her throat and shook her hair in which she thought was probably the eye of the storm, but took a leaf out of Carlisle’s book and then decided to keep her mouth shut. She didn't feel like finding out how many more curses he could fit into a single outburst.

There was no word or nod, but she left to look for someone who didn’t hate her too much who would let her use their phone. She hoped it didn’t look too much like scarpering away as she went.
 
as written by Tiko

Several hours later...

The following hours passed without event, and dawn gave way to late morning. Many of the pack slumbered yet, and others hadn't slept at all. A tension and unease hung over the place though as the hour wore on with no news on Baron's condition yet shared among the pack.
 
as written by Knosis and Tiko

Chloe slowly uncurled from the corner she had hidden in the closet, stretching the cramped muscles in her legs and back. It had to be day by this point, and the sounds outside were calmer than it had been when they had arrived. Wonder how many had made it through the night?

Slowly, she peeked out of the room, sneaking out of it the rest of the way and shutting it quietly. She decided to try the main room to see if she could find a glimpse of Desmond or Brendan there. There were a few faces she recognized, some slack with sleep, others still grim. She neither spoke, nor bothered them to pass on through to check the other rooms in the building for Desmond, trying to catch his scent as she went. She would finally find him alone in a room.

"There you are..." She murmured.

From the look of it he had nodded off in the small chair in the corner of the room rather than the untouched cot. The sound of Chloe pushing the ajar door open roused him though and he looked around, bleerily taking in stock of his surroundings as he re-oriented himself.

He ran a hand over his face as he tried to shed the cobwebs of sleep.

"Choe what are you doin' 'ere?" he asked.

It was a silly question, and one he already knew the answer to, but it was all his half-awake brain managed to formulate in that moment.

Chloe smiled lightly. "Sorry, I woke you.." She entered silently and shut the door. "Just wanted to check up on you, but if you need sleep, I can just leave again.."

"No it's fine," Desmond said. "Long night is all. You know if there's any news on Baron yet?"

She shook her head softly. "I've not spoken with anyone.. I don't know how he fared the night.." She said quietly. "I do believe we would have known if he hadn't made it, though." She said.

The worry line formed on her brow again. "How bad is the pack..?"

He rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and index finger at Chloe's question. He didn't seem himself. The seemingly inexhaustible cheeriness had faded and he just seemed drained.

"Nieve and Marc didn't make it," he explained. "Some others might join 'em yet. How about you. How are you holdin' up," he asked.

The woman closed her eyes and bit her lip. She had known both those names, both those faces. They had been around quite a bit since her time with the Bloodstones. She had known neither one very well, but she knew it was hurting Desmond. And seeing Desmond like this was painful, even for Chloe. "I'm sorry to hear that.." She murmured. "I'm.. Fine, I suppose.." She answered honestly. "Worried. About a few things really."

"An' what things would that be?" he asked.

She sighed and let herself down to the floor, folding her legs underneath her. "I'm worried about Baron. I'm worried about Vanessa. I'm worried about you, and the pack. I'm worried about what tonight may bring. I'm worried about where I will go now that I can't go back to the Society without risking my own life. I'm worried that if something does happen to Baron, the rest of the pack with be out for blood and it will kill us." She sighed and closed her eyes again. "In general, I'm worried about everything at the moment."

No words of advice came from Desmond this time, no calming reassurances or promises that things would turn out for the best.

"That makes two of us for once," he admitted.

Chloe slowly stood up and walked over to Desmond's chair, gently wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her grip was gentle, but in the soothing way. It was all she knew to do.

The gesture was unexpected, but perhaps not unwelcome. There was more to the gesture than the physical comfort for him though. He could smell her too and he closed his eyes briefly as she embraced him.

When she finally moved back his hands found her arms to keep her from drawing back too far and he stood up.

One hand moved to the side of her face as his eyes found her own, and his thumb traced her cheek lightly before he leaned in to kiss her.

This gesture too, was unexpected. One moment she was looking into his eyes with concern in them, wondering what she could do to see him smile again, and the next his lips were pressed against her own.

Heat rose to her cheeks, and she could swear that he probably could hear her heart pounding in the next room.

She didn't pull away, though, and after a moment of her mind catching up with what was going on, she leaned into his kiss gently.

It was all the encouragement he needed as his other hand found her waist and he stepped her back until the nearby cot bumped against the back of her legs. His lips grew more insistent against her own, and with a low growl he picked her up and lay her back on the cot. He leaned over her, his hand caressing the side of her face again, and his amber eyes searched hers for some sign that she wasn't okay with what he was doing.

She looked up into his eyes, her cheeks bright pink against the rest of her skin. But the wanting was evident, and made even more so when she pulled herself up enough to kiss him again, biting at his lip playfully as she did.

As their lips met once more, Desmond's free hand found its way to her side, tracing along her ribs as he lost himself in the intoxicating scent of her skin, and the feel of her body against his own.
 
as written by Tiko and Knosis

Some time later...

The pair of them had been resting there a while now, but Desmond didn't seem too inclined to getting up yet. It was nice to just not worry about anything for a bit, and it gave him some time to just let the morning's events play out in his mind, as well as wandering his thoughts to more important matters.

He finally rolled over and half sat up before brushing a few stands of hair from Chloe's face and giving a wry smile.

"Skye's gonna have me an earful later," he noted.

Chloe had been half dozing peacefully against Desmond's warmth until he began to move again. At the mention of another woman, she cocked an eyebrow at the man but gave him a teasing grin none-the-less. "Mmm..? Who's Skye? Your sister or something?" She only knew he had a brother, but it didn't mean there were more of them back where they came from.

"Me cousin," he answered. "Back in Iveria. I've been thinkin' that I'm gonna give 'er a call. Get some of me packmates from back 'ome to come out for a bit, 'til things settle."

Chloe nodded and bit her lip. It made sense, in a human perspective, to want to call in backup when things were rough. "I do think the Bloodstones need a bit of backup right now.." She agreed. "But.. What would the pack say? They are really highstrung against any werewolf that isn't one of the pack right now.." She looked away for a moment. "Take me for instance. Until you stood up for me, Ragenard was about to rip my head off."

"They're family, that'll get them a free pass," Desmond explained. "If Baron's back on 'is feet by the time they get 'ere, it'll be fine. If 'e's not... there'll be trouble wi' Ragenard. I need to know you're not gonna wolf out on me, if things get rough."

Her eyes grew dark at the mention. "I will.. Try." She murmured. "I have been getting better, but.. If it doesn't look like you will be making it out alive.." She looked back at him. "But I will try."

"It won't come to that," he reassured her. "Why don't you get dressed an' go see what you can find out about Baron for me while I make some phone calls. An' don't tell anyone about this. I don't want Ragenard gettin' wind of it before they get out 'ere."

"That at least, I have covered. Seems I'm keeping all sorts of secrets lately.." She said before leaning up to steal one more kiss. She then picked up her clothes and started to get dressed. "Let's just hope Julienne doesn't find me.." She muttered as she slid her pants back on.

"Just don't give 'er any call to put you out, an' you'll be fine," Desmond told her as he grabbed his own clothes to start getting dressed. "Not even she'll stan' against Ragenard on the matter without leverage. You got your phone on you?"

"Mhmm" She hummed quietly, taking it from her pocket and tossed it on the cot gently. It was just a simple flip phone, and inside it had no contacts listed. Years of being on a force had told her never put the contacts of those she cared about on her person. She finished dressing. "Just make sure to give it back later and erase the history.." She murmured. "I'll be back after I find out about Baron.." She started for the door after kicking on her sneakers.
 
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as written by Tiko and Knosis

Once he was finished getting dressed and Chloe had departed, Desmond picked up the phone and punched in Skye's number. He sat down on the edge of the cot as the call connected and started to ring.

Skye blinked awake at the blaring ring-tone of her cellphone. The bed was warm and she debated whether or not to just let it go to voice mail. "Feckin' 'ell, who is it..." She muttered. She rolled over in her bed and picked up the phone, and answered.

"Ya know how feckin' early it is for me..?" She complained in a sleepy mutter.

"No earlier than for me I'm sure," Desmond answered. "Things got a bit rough out 'ere last night."

Skye groaned and peeked over at her clock. "Oh.. Mornin' Desmond.." She yawned. "Mmmmm, wha' 'appened.." She asked groggily. "Get into a fist fight with someone's husband..?"

"Try a fist scrap wi' someone's shotgun," Desmond said. "Got some people 'urt pretty bad out 'ere, an' some didn't make it. Baron might not make it too. I sent Chloe out to find out what she can, but we could use some of the pack from back 'ome. At least 'til things calm."

That woke Skye up. "What the 'ell?" She said, suddenly alert. "Are you okay? What about Brendan?" She slowly slid out of bed and began to get dressed. Desmond would be able to hear the shuffling on the other end. Skye wasn't wasting time. Even if the rest of the pack wasn't following, Skye would be riding hard towards Lutetia tonight.

"I'm fine, so's Brendan," Desmond told her. "If you can, just see who you can get out 'ere on short notice. An' give me a call at this number when you get into town."

"I'll try to shake the bag." She said, pulling on her leather jacket. "I'll most likely be there in the mornin'." She started stuffing clothes in a duffle. Desmond would hear the click of a pistol being checked as well. "We'll talk more about it when we're there. Where are you guys hiding?"

"We'll worry about that when you get 'ere," Desmond said. "I need to get 'eadin' out. An' thanks Skye. I appreciate it."

"You'd do the same if I was in trouble." She said, zipping up the bag. "Just don't go dyin' while I'm on the road, a'ight? You three be safe, that's all I care about." She didn't wait for him to answer as she clicked the disconnect and started speed dialing other numbers.
 
as written by Alara

Back out in the main room Carlisle hadn't yet slept as he was sitting over the police scanner listening in on the chatter crackling through it. He rubbed at his brow, feeling far more exhausted than he should have. His whole body ached, no doubt from the scrap with Jason the night prior.

Some of the bandages had bled through a bit, and the thought perturbed him. He should be healing by now. The thought quickly faded from the forefront of his thoughts though as he caught sight of Renard entering. No doubt he would have questions regarding Marc.
 
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