Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Bloodstone Medical Center

as written by Knosis and Alara

Chloe went to grab for Brendan, but it was too late. He was gone. Guilt flooded over her and she staggered slightly until she leaned against the wall and slumped down to the floor. "When did things get complicated.." She grumbled.

"Things been complicated wi' me brother for a while now. This is 'ardly the start of it," Desmond answered. "'ows it goin' wi' me cousins an' Ragenard out there?" he asked.

Chloe sighed and shook her head. "Well, he didn't immediately run them out of town. They opted to stay here while the rest of the pack went off to hunt. Probably really exhausted from the ride here and then the little scene you caused." She murmured. "Skye was sawing wood when I passed her room though, so I think they're all okay."

"'an 'ow about you?" Desmond asked.

Chloe bit her lip. Her bones still ached at the unchange that occured while the pack was having at each others throats, although it was more of a dull memory at this point. But mostly..

"Just tired." She answered. "Worried, but mostly just tired."

"You should get some sleep," Desmond replied. "I'll be right as rain come tomorrow, an' we can both 'ead out an' get smashed. Cause that's soundin' like a 'ell of a great idea right about now," he added with a chuckle. "You can get to properly meet me cousins."

The woman smirked and picked herself up from the floor. She gently sat on the bed beside Desmond, giving him a half smile. "Sounds like a plan..." She sighed and leaned down to kiss Desmond's forehead as gently as she could. Pushing herself up a bit, she looked him in the eyes and added teasingly, "I'll stick to a corner in here unless you personally want to kick me out of your room.."

"Tha' depends... you plannin' to maul me while I'm sleepin'?" he asked with a wink. "You're welcome to me room. Though I expect Ragenard will come knockin' at some point 'ere."

The red head couldn't help but smile a little despite things. "Maul? Nah. That's for later." The smile was short lived at the mention of Ragenard. "Don't think I'm too worried about him.. If I keep my eyes down and don't cause too much attention, I don't think he'll worry about me either.. His little girlfriend on the other hand..." She trailed off and gazed sideways for a moment. "Nothing to worry about tonight at least.." She leaned forward to kiss his brow again. "Get some sleep. You look awful."
 
"Who, Julienne?" Desmond asked. "Nah, she's more bark than bite... aye, well maybe more bite than bark, but you just gotta understan' 'er. She cares about the pack. Once she sees that you do also, everythin' 'ill be right as rain."

His eyes drooped closed as they talked, and he seemed set to drifting off when the sounds of the returning pack began to reach them. He cracked an eye and chuckled wryly.

"So much for sleepin, eh?" he asked.

The chuckle left him wincing again. Downside top his metabolism was the ineffectiveness of painkillers.
 
Back outside...

"Yeah, sure thing," Bastien told Ragenard as the group began trailing inside after them.

With Ragenard off to in search of Desmond, it was Aimee that Bastien spotted first.

"Hey, Aimee, got a minute?" he called to her across the room to get her attention.
 
Back Inside...

"Eh, we'll see. I'm pretty sure she'll forever hate my guts after the one time.."

She grew silent as she noticed the other drifting off back to sleep. Shaking her head, she went to get settled to finally fall asleep when familiar sounds of a pack returning from a hunt began to fill the air. Desmond wasn't the only one looking wry. Chloe's face turned slightly grey and she leaned against the wall, letting her feet slide from underneath her. "Yeah.. So much for sleeping.." She agreed, holding her head.
 
Ragenard made his way straight for Desmond's room, before anyone got a chance to bog him down with questions. There would be plenty of time for those later.

On his way to Desmond's he caught sight of Brendan's retreating back, and after a quick mental debate decided to give the guy a chance to rest before seeing where they stood in the hard feelings department. Now wasn't the time for that. Maybe not anytime soon either, the way things were shaping up. It was the time to command.

Without so much as a knock, Ragenard waltzed into Desmond's room and stood imposingly staring at it's inhabitants. He briefly considered having Chloe take a hike but decided against it. Something about their poise together told him he'd have a pointless uphill battle the more he tried to push them apart and now wasn't the time to worry about that either. Besides, the bastard had been a bachelor long enough, why should he have all the luck?

"Your little stunt was probably the smartest thing I've seen done in the stupidest of ways in a long long time, cuz. How close are you to dead?" Ragenard grunted as he appreciated his handiwork. He doubted he'd have problems with anyone claiming he went easy on Desmond when he revealed Desmond's new standing in the pack later. Assuming he could stand to take it anyways.
 
In the middle of wandering around, she wasn’t truly paying attention to much of anything, but the moment she heard her name being called, Aimee shifted her gaze towards Bastien. Biting on her bottom lip while wondering just what he wanted, she exhaled softly and moved over towards him so that he didn’t have to call across the room a second time. Sliding her fingers through her unkempt hair, the female cocked her head at a slight angle.

“What’s up, Bastien?” Hoping this wasn’t about to turn into a lecture, she attempted to keep her shoulders loose, hating how tense she had felt since the attack on the Den. Dropping her hand from her hair down to her side, she wondered how much her torn up face was going to scar and wondered how long it would be until she could use her injured wrist.
 
"'ey... I thought it was rather ingenious me self," Desmond answered with a snort of amusement that he quickly regretted. His face was on fire and every muscle in his body protested even the minor movements involved in normally reflexive expressions. "I'll be back to meself in a few 'ours. No 'ard feelin's then eh?" he asked soberly.


"Can you help round up everyone who was at the Den last night?" Bastien asked. "Ragenard wants a sit down with you all to coordinate stories and alibis. It was you, Brendan, Chloe, Jacques, and Desmond, right? No one else was there that you know of?"

As he was talking something dawned on him and he frowned and looked around briefly.

"You seen your father get back from the run?" he asked.
 
Chloe remained silent as Ragenard entered, leaning her chin on her knees and tucking her arms around her legs. She had hoped if she looked as though she were comfortable, and not causing a scene, he'd leave her be and let her sit in on the conversation. Well, it wasn't the only thing she had hoped her keeping quiet would let Ragenard forget. It hadn't been by choice she didn't go along with the hunt.

Still, even if she had been thought of at all, it would seem her being a mere fly on the wall would allow her to keep her spot on the floor a while longer at least. The lids of her eyes grew heavy, and she closed them as she listened in.
 
“I can try, yeah. I don’t think anyone else was there, but I was a little sidetracked trying not to die. Last I thought, Desmond was passed out due to the ehh… scuffle outside with Ragenard. I’m sure Chloe and Brendan are with him, but I’ll scout them out.” Aimee paused to think about her father and whether she had seen him since the run. The longer she stood there, the more she found her mind wandering to the last time he had spoken with her and she realized she hadn’t seen him in quite a while.


“No, haven’t seen him. Should I be worried? I could go out and … well, never mind, probably not a good idea to leave.” Aimee exhaled deeply, squeezing the bridge of her nose to stave off that impending migraine.
 
"No, best if you stay here for now," Bastien said with a frown. "You'll need to get those injuries checked once Reinhard is free. Just give him a call and see if you can find out where he is?"
 
Aimee nodded with a slight sigh. She was getting the itch to spread her wings and fly, so to speak and was fun feeling just a wee bit claustrophobic despite how big the center happened to be. "Alright, I'll get them looked at soon, though Jesse redid the bandages on my face. Calling Jacques now." Aimee dug her phone out of her back pocket and hit her father's face on her list of contacts. As the phone started to ring, she ran her free hand through her hair gingerly.
 
As Aimee dialed the number a ringing came from the other side of the room where Jacques phone had been left sitting on a table unattended.
 
Glancing over towards the ringing phone, Aimee swore loudly. Ending the call, she rolled her eyes and glanced over at Bastien. "What now?" The urge to go looking for him was even greater now that she had no way of contacting him. What if the Scions got a hold of him?
 
To the side of the room, Seri cracked an eye open from his perch on a chair to survey the returning pack members as they passed though the lobby, taking note of where they went and with who, and trained his ears in on the various conversations that followed them. Alibis, a missing father, an angry brother. About as sunny a variety of subject matters as could be expected.

The scrawny black cat stretched out in his pile of clothes, considering returning to his human shape but deciding against it. If he was needed, they'd find him.

Connor, too, was watching the returning pack - albeit with more curiosity than calculated interest. There was no rest for the wicked, it seemed. Whatever hopes he'd had of a more relaxed atmosphere in which to meet his cousin's pack seemed to have been in vain. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, really. Circumstances were clearly not aligned to make that likely any time soon.
 
"No you had best stay here for now," Bastien said with a frown. "I need to find Ragenard..."

He picked up Jacques phone from the nearby table as he wandered off into the Med Center in search of Ragenard, leaving Aimee to mingle with the rest of the pack.
 
"Seriously...?" Aimee just shook her head as Bastien grabbed the phone to head off to find Ragenard. Her gaze shifted around towards the rest of the pack that happened to be within the same room and she couldn't help but tug a little on a strand of hair. She knew better than to go against orders, but what if her father was in danger? Why hadn't Jacques taken his cell phone? Was he planning on slipping away and if so, for what purpose? Maybe he went home to get fresh clothing? No, that would be stupid; he would have told someone. Sighing, Aimee headed for the door, needing some fresh air. Stepping outside, the nineteen-year-old tilted back her head, letting her black hair cascade across her back, the bangs not currently in her Prussian blue eyes, which were full of worry for her father. "Damn it, Jacques."
 
As people were beginning to disperse and settle in the sound of a motorcycle rumbled to a stop outside before falling silent. It was a curiosity given that all of the pack was already present. Perhaps Jacques was returning?

The man who dismounted the bike wasn't Jacques though. It was a man that the youngest of the pack wouldn't recognize, or who would have retained only vague childhood memories of. Draaven Degare. Gone from the pack for twelve years now without a word or trace of him since his departure.

He removed his helmet and hung it over the handlebars of the bike before heading around the back.

"Mathis? James?" he called out cautiously as he rounded the corner.

The one he encountered was no one he recognized, as Aimee had been only seven years old when he had departed.

He paused in his path keeping a healthy distance.

"Is Mathis here?" he inquired.
 
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Luka didn't know whether to wait on the motorcycle or to follow his father inside. Nervousness gnawed at his stomach.
What if they do end up furious at dad, he thought anxiously. He realized he could be at the scene of another future crime and the pesky thought did nothing to ease his fears.
 
"Pretty sure I already got enough hard feelin's in," replied Ragenard with a snort.

"You did what you thought you had to, and you did it at the proper timing. If it works out, I'll buy you a drink. If you try something like that without my approval going forward, I just bite your head off," he continued while patting his pockets in search of his cigarettes. Finding a crumpled pack, he dug out the last one he had and lit it with the matches he left inside it.

"Glad you're not dead, but there's a few things we got to go over before I let you nap for a few hours. C'mon, need to gather everyone who was at Den and make sure the story we'll give the police is all straightened out and figure out who needs an alib—"

Ragenard's voice cut out as he took a half drag of his cigarette and craned his head sideways. He'd heard the faint grumble of a motorcycle die off a second ago, and took it for traffic at a nearby building since the industrial workforce would just about be starting their day, but then his nose caught a faint and vaguely familiar scent.

"Someone's here, hang tight I'll come get you when I check it out," he barked before rushing out of the room at full clip.

For a man his size, that was more than casual observation would lead one to expect. In a couple seconds, he was rushing past everyone assembled in the main room at preternatural speed and out the door, nearly bowling over Aimee who stood a short ways outside.

With a perplexed look in his face, Ragenard turned to the source of the scent he had caught. "Draaven!?"
 
Aimee's gaze shifted from the sky towards the road at the sound of a motorcycle. Was it her father? It had better be and boy was he going to get an earful from her. Well, maybe not an earful, but there would be words spoken, especially due to how worried she was growing the longer he was away. When she noted two individuals on the bike, neither one her father, the teen couldn't help but scowl in annoyance. It deepened immensely when one slid off the motorcycle and removed his helmet. Despite the face being slightly familiar, she had no real idea who the individual was and the other person on the back was a complete stranger. Before she had a chance to do anything or even say anything, she was nearly plowed over by Ragenard. Making a note that standing way too close to the door wasn't wise, she moved off a bit further, her gaze remaining on the scene unfolding in front of her. The vague familiarity was peaked a bit more when it appeared Ragenard knew him, but she still couldn't place the name or the face. Fingers ran through her hair and she glanced towards the bike and then back down the street. "...fucking Jacques." She muttered while attempting to not dwell on his whereabouts, glad there was a distraction in the new, but not new stranger guy.
 
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