Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Bloodstone Medical Center

as written by LuLu6214

Damon just sat in his spot on the ground, he wasn't much for greeting anyone, he wasn't even up for functioning. He was stuck in his own world of anger and hatred, trying hard not to shift. He felt it best to wait for orders and although he wasn't the religious type something in him was sorta praying that their pack leader would pull through and be good to run things again.

After some time he started to get antsy, jumping up he solemnly stated "I'm gonna walk around, I can't just stay sitting, call me if you need me...I'll be around" he flashed his phone before shuffling off to walk around the building.
 
as written by Script

"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.

"Damon, pass Julienne's message on to Ragenard while you're out there," he called as Damon moved for the door. He fully expected Ragenard to send him right back on in, but had no desire for another confrontation himself.
 
as written by LuLu6214

Damon walked out to see Ragenard standing there "Julienne got a call from Bastien...Brendan's on his way here with Desmond, Jacques, and Aimee...and it didn't sound good either." he leaned against the wall and waited for orders, more or less.
 
as written by CelticCat

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 when his nose picked up Damon exiting the building. He didn't have to turn around and look at the young wolf to know he was in a mood. Not one to judge another's hot hotheadedness, Ragenard turned around and made his way to the entrance, where Damon delivered his message.

Ragenard didn't like the message at all.

"Alright. You look like you need some fresh air. Guard the door for now, and keep your wits about. It's quiet out there. Too quiet. Check with me if anyone tries to leave the building, and if shit hits the fan out here don't go after it alone" growled Ragenard at Damon as he marched past inside, not waiting for a reply.

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.
 
as written by Tiko

"They burned the fucking den down," Julienne growled back.
 
as written by Dashmiel

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."
 
as written by Dashmiel

"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.
 
as written by Tiko

"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?"
 
as written by LuLu6214

Damon stood on the steps looking at the street, scanning. "Ragenard is right, it's too quiet, I don't like it." he walked down the steps to the street, looking up and down the street he saw no one, he heard no one. A shiver ran down his spine and his hair stood on end. He walked back to the steps where he sat waiting to see if anything changed, there was a sort of electricity in the air and it was almost too much to handle.
 
as written by Script

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.
 
as written by CelticCat

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.
 
as written by Sokka

Renard looked up at Raquette quizzically, unsure as to why he was being asked to lie down. Hearing about the den and everything else they had been through he had all but forgotten about the wound on his side. Touching a hand gently to his side he followed Raquette and laid down.

"Bitch got me with her damn sword while Carlisle was shifting'." He muttered tossing his jacket to the side, his shirt was soaked with blood the wound was clearly deeper than just a scratch.
 
as written CelticCat

Raquette typed a quick message to Sophia as Renard settled himself into the bed. "Stay right next to me, Sophia." Then she placed her phone on the bed and relinquished her grip on the young girl so that both her hands could attend to the wound.

She gingerly pulled the shirt up and away from the wound, letting her instincts and prior training guide her hands as she did what she could for Renard.
 
as written by Lialore

15 minutes later

The journey would no doubt be full of flinches as Brendan drove to the center as quickly as he could. Once there, he let the others out out back then drove off to find somewhere to park. He was going slower now, crawling through the side streets until he found something that would work. The wide alleyway was home to overflowing bins and rusted bikes. Washing lines ran from one side to the other, bare but a few rotting tea towels. Another run-down car was parked at the other end. It looked like it hadn’t moved for years. He turned the van in and killed the engine. Then he did what he could to hide the damage, poking wires back into the exhaust and doing what he could to conceal the blood splatters before snatching up the left-behind rifle and climbing out.

It was a short jog back to the center.
 
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