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Don't Kick the Bucket

Finding a woman in a bucket might be the least of their worries

Dramatis Personae

Bjorn, Grace, Ink, and Tabby. Lo'ihi as GM. NPCs: Sheriff Kamaka

6 December, 2011


The Fomor have come to town.

Location

Windward Coast, Kaawa Town

Plot(s)

Plot:A Sea of Trouble


One of the joys are the Hawaiian Islands was getting out of the touristy areas and see the more natural side of the island. Kaawa was more of township at best with a population right around 1300 people. HI-83 was right on the shoreline. So much so, that a far from impossible fall would have one's face in the Pacific Ocean. On the western side of the village was forests and field and beyond the vertical climb of the Koolau range. Being late into the night, light traveled easily through the clear night. Emergency lights of a sheriff's department 4x4 were parked by the road at one of coastal houses.


Whether or not Grace had planned on being out into the late hours of the evening, she looked like she might have fully intended to do so if one was judging by her clothing. Dressed in a set of black pants that had a little sheen to the fiber, like good, brushed, cotton blends did, it would seem that she wasn't shying away from the positive way the fabric cupped and emphasized her diminutive curves. Her deep maroon shirt stopped at just above the waistline of her pants, giving hints of a thin, peekaboo strip of her abdomen flashing if she moved in just the right way. While her shirt was long sleeved, it was sheer, and worn over a black tank top that stopped just a little bit below her rib cage. For shoes, the concept seemed to be more about functionality than showing off, and they were a simple set of black, high-top sneakers that looked almost like they'd be ideal for rock climbing. Unlike most women, Grace did not carry a purse, electing instead for a bracelet that tucked a small pocket against her inner wrist and held everything she'd need money and ID wise for the entire night.

Grace was currently driving her black Honda Civic, following Hi-83 and enjoying the scenery, along with the voluminous stretch of dark, nighttime ocean that spread out along the entire right side of the drive. Her hand rested comfortably on Bjorn's thigh as he sat in the passenger seat and she gave him a little bit of a squeeze, smiling slightly even as she kept her eyes on the road. Flashing lights caught her attention a bit, derailing whatever cute little thing she might have been about to say with a soft "Hmm." Grace's way of saying 'well I wonder what could be happening?' without actually saying it.


It's later in the evening and in deference to his older bones, Ink has wrapped up some for this stroll come hike that he is on. The man himself is over six foot tall and has the build of someone who works out but not excessively so. His graying hair and beard are both neatly trimmed and those elements of skin that can be seen near his neck and hands all appear to be tattooed. He's wearing a black, long-sleeved sweatshirt that appears to be made of a velvet like material. His faded blue jeans are held up by an ancient looking brown belt, the cuffs tattered and repaired in places. His dark brown hiking boots add a little to his height but also allow him to tread quite quietly.

Taking a moment to stop and catch his breath, he pulls at the strap of his backpack while surveying the flashing lights that are very hard to ignore. Standing near the side of the road he realises how it must look with the darker colors he is wearing and he elects to stand more in the light rather than appear to the skulking away from the sight of d... night. Scratching at his beard, he frowns as he takes in the scene, pulling a packet of cigarettes out from the pockets of his jeans and after a moment fiddling with the packet, pulling out a Marlboro and lighting it in quick order.


Bjorn noticed the lights as well, and rested a hand on Grace's as she rested hers on his thigh, offering a brief squeeze. He was wearing blue jeans, grey hikers, and a white tee with a pic of a panda eating from a noodle bowl that says, 'Pho Real'. "Hmm indeed." He cracks the window some, giving a sniff to the air, and so he can hear better. A frown as he notices the sheriff chatting with someone, and his nose wrinkles some at whatever is in the air. "I wonder what happened..."


Tabby was not the sort that drove cars around in most cases, but unless Uma needed to go somewhere. Night was more or less the domain of feral creatures. The Latina was dressed in white tank top, purple athletic shorts, and hiking boots with a small pack on her back. The lights of the sheriff's vehicle drawing her eyes. Her nose wrinkled as she pulled at the scents on the air, glancing about her. Raising her hand to partially shield her eyes from the headlights of the oncoming civic, she knelt down on the side of the road to look at the ground. Raising her voice, she called up to Ink. "Unless you want to answer questions, don't stand around!"


Grace glanced over to Bjorn and raised her brows enough that it was noticeable. "Anything strange you're noticing?" Then the car decided to drive like they'd just entered a winter wonderland. Grace turned into the sudden, squealing skid that took her toward the shoulder of the road, gasping slightly in surprise at the misbehavior of the vehicle. With two hands now, she jerked the wheel out of the skid to avoid hitting Tabby or Ink quickly, her face set now in a strangely emotionless mask, eyes watchful. Letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, Grace pulled the car fully to the shoulder, sliding it into park before she leaned back into her seat and stared out the front window, jaw set. A couple of moments passed before she cleared her throat and turned to look at Bjorn, smiling slightly in a sheepish manner. "Well then, we've proven that perhaps I shouldn't be driving when we visit your family in Norway."


"People rubber-necking I think they'll be used to." Ink offers to Tabby by way of greeting. "It's just curious is all, not many folks break into a kids bedroom." He shrugs and then jumps as a car squeals nearby. "Seems like they might draw more attention." He grins to Tabby and then looks to the car that came nearby. Taking a drag from his cigarette he continues to survey the scene, looking to the house and the surroundings. "Odd, very odd. I've not seen that much slime since I was cleaning up after a Bieber concert."


And then the car is sliding! Bjorn is sure to let go of Grace's hand so she can steer, and presses one hand against the roof, the other holds the seat so he doesn't bounce against her or bounce his head against the car, being a little cramped already it would be easy to smack his head if he's not careful. He just blinks and breathes, having been holding a breath as well after the car stops, and manages a smile as Grace makes the quip about driving. Lightly running fingers through her hair he says, "That skid explains the oily fishy smell perhaps, and believe me, we're alive after that, so you can drive us anywhere you like." He looks out the window at the path they took, perhaps trying to see what caused their plight.


Tabby scanned the road when a civic decided to start sliding and she jumped to her feet to bolt farther from the road, "Que mierda! Aprender a conducir!" The latina growled and shook her head, her temper deciding if she want to keep yelling at the car or just continue her scanning. Taking a deep breath, she elected to respond to Ink, "Yeah, smells like rotten fish... Like the stuff they wash out of the bins at fish markets at the end of the night." Reaching back, she squeezed the side pouches of her backpack to double check it's contents. She scanned over for a stick.

The sheriff at the house and the woman turned to look at the car skidding. The sheriff pointed to his 4x4, and the woman went back inside to collect her children and a bag to head out to the vehicle to get inside. Meanwhile, the sheriff made his way over towards the civic.


Grace smirked slightly while giving Bjorn eye contact, the expression was demure but for anyone that knew her, it was quite obviously a smirk and not a grin. "That sounds disgusting, I suppose I'm glad I can't smell it myself." Grace shut off the car and tucked the key into her bracelet's pocket, then nodded to the outside. "That broken window, with the children's drapes. I wonder what that might have to do with an oily, fishy, smell and a slick in the road?" As if that was explanation enough of her actions, Grace opened the driver's side door of the car and climbed out, after checking the rear view mirror to ensure she wasn't stepping into an oncoming car, of course. "Let's go have a look." This was said just before she shut the door, then started back toward Ink, Tabby, and the slick of oil that had almost caused quite the calamity. "Is everyone alright? I'm afraid I didn't notice the... qualities of the dark spot on the road until I hit it and it elected to hit back." Her voice carried the precise, European accent that it always did, though her vowels had an odd lilt to them, her Asian heritage peeking out in more than just appearance, but only slightly.


As Grace moves to get out, Bjorn does as well, looking to the windows that Grace pointed out. He gives a slight tug on her shirt as she starts to head back over toward people, motioning toward the incoming Sheriff. "Don't go too far, they might want you to wait by the vehicle." Course Hawaii cops might not be as douche-y as mainland cops can be in places, but never hurts to be careful. Still, Bjorn takes a look at the stain in the road, and tries to figure if it's coming from the house that's having issues and where it's leading away from, giving a sniff in either direction.


"What's two tonnes of hurtling automobiles between friends?" Ink grins as he offers the traditional Welsh greeting. "Seriously though, no harm done apart in the underwear department. This stuff looks pretty slippery and smells awful." Looking up he glances towards the Sheriff. "Umm. Tabby lass, what was that thing you said about attracting attention?" Taking a drag from his cigarette he looks to the slick on the road and then to the house, trying to ascertain a trail of sorts if he can. "I'm trying not to think about what slug-beast wants with a kid's room but I'll be damned if I'm going to let it stand." Rolling his head to the accompaniment of some stomach churning cracks, he spends a few more moments looking at the slime before stepping off the road.


Tabby sighed, and offered a way to Bjorn and Grace. "Hola, Bjorn... And fabled Grace." A smirk appeared, "So much for not being jealous." She snickered and looked back to the sheriff, "If you want to put out hazards, I can set them out. I need..." She paused and scanned the road, then back again. "Six of them, and that way you don't have to leave your charge. 100 feet separation, three on each side?"

The sheriff continued towards the civic, "Aloha. You folks alright?" The beam of his flashlight passed over Bjorn and Grace, then onto the road. Pausing for a long moment, as he continued up the road to the trail to stare at the slime, he pressed the road on his, "0-8 calling dispatch... I'm setting out hazards and cones near the Kekoa residence, I don't have any sand in my truck, do you think you could call out a cleanup crew to this location? Over." There was a pause before a man on the other called back, "Dispatch to 0-8, notifying hazard now, will call back with ETA. Over." The beam moved back to the civic, Bjorn, Grace, then to Tabby and Ink. "If everyone is okay, you all should move on." He stared at Tabby for a long moment and nodded, "Yeah, I'll mean you at the truck." His attention went back to Grace and Bjorn.


Grace inclined her head to Ink and offered him a slight smile, then looked at Tabby and nodded her direction as well. "I'm glad no one was hurt." Curiosity had her looking over Tabby, as if trying to place the woman in memory. When she came up dry in that respect, Grace looked back to Bjorn and gave him a smile that warmed her expression considerably, then shook her head. "I'm not worried, the Sheriff is typically a reasonable man." Cue the Sheriff gaining their location, at which point Grace reached out to offer him a hand to shake. "Good evening Sheriff, Aloha. I think we're all alright, though I very nearly created a far worse situation sliding on that patch of... oil?" Her attention tracked to where Ink seemed to be walking away, and curiosity came alive in the shine of her nearly black eyes. "Is there anything I can do to help with setting up the warnings for drivers? It's the least I could do."


As Grace moves to speak with the Sheriff, Bjorn snorts at the Jealously comment from Tabby. "If she were you would've actually been hit." He gives a wink at that and then juts his head at the smear in the road. To Tabby and Ink he asks, "Any idea what might have caused that?" He looks back to the sheriff, then the house, then Grace as the sheriff mentions heading along, raising a brow, that knowing look that Grace if anyone probably would understand as, 'but we aren't doing that now are we?'.


With surprising deftness given his apparent age, Ink heads off into the undergrowth, the cracking of leaves underfoot being masked by the background conversations and the noise from the car. Bending over as he moves to reduce his outline, Ink starts to track towards the yard of the house and the trail of (in this case quite handily) smelly grease that has been left behind.


Tabby offered a polite wave to Grace, and nodded to Bjorn. "I am glad you don't date the jealous type then." She glanced at the slick and shook her head, "Someone dragging jellyfish out of the water... Who knows." The Latina didn't sound remotely convinced of her own words, her eyes tracking back into the darkness where Ink disappeared. Gesturing to the sheriff, she started off to the 4x4, and upon arriving, she waited a back 20 feet back from the vehicle while the sheriff opened the back and passed over the hazards.

The sheriff lowered his light, and reached out to shake Grace's hand firmly, "If you could double check your vehicle is driveable, it would be appreciated. If it isn't, please put on your hazards, and I can call you a tow truck." The radio hissed to live, "Dispatch to 0-8." The sheriff keyed it, "This is 0-8, dispatch, go ahead." Dispatched return, "Cleanup will be about an hour, Kamaka is heading out. ETA 20 minutes." The sheriff and hit the button, "Roger that, dispatch. Clean in an hour, Kamaka 20 away. Got it. 0-8 out." He nodded to himself, scratching at his chin. "I'm going to go get those hazard triangles." The sheriff headed that way to his vehicle to get them out of the back. Passing them to Tabby when she arrived, where she started to line them out.


Grace nodded once and offered the Sheriff a polite smile. "Certainly, Sheriff, I'll take a look at the car." She glanced over at Bjorn, blinking as the lights from the cop car had momentarily blinded her, the nigh sight making the transition from light to dark harder. "Love, I'm just going to see if the car is drivable. Why don't you help where you can?" Grace went over to her car, opened the door, and sat for a few moments, looking at the machine with a thoughtful expression. That was, of course, until she climbed back out of it and stood, the pensive look still on her face. "It must be extremely thick if it caused the tires to slide. Very viscous." Grace made her way back toward the slick stain on the road and crouched down, scrunching her nose at the scent that came from it. Turning her head, she scanned the area, with her back to the bright lights, to get a better idea of whether there was another slick or not. The sudden absence of Ink had her blinking, though, and she looked slightly concerned as she included him on her list of things to try to find.


"Help out... Of course." Bjorn moves to stay out of the way, unless it looks like they need a hand with putting out hazard signs, though two of them on it they seem pretty well off. He blinks and looks out after where Ink walked off to, stepping off the road and looking out that way as well, sniffing the air as he tries to get an idea of how far whatever caused the slime smear across the road is and where Ink headed off toward. After all, Ink might be in trouble if he were to be attacked by a giant slug, unless he's salty enough.


Tabby set out to set up the hazard triangles as she had said she would, the practice measured with experience in the NYPD.

The sheriff watched for a moment, getting inside of his truck and starting it up. Carefully, he backed out of the driveway and started towards where the civic and slime was to park his vehicle there with the family inside. His blue lights continued to illuminate the area in flashes as he got out, takes the over three hazard triangles to set up them in the opposite direction.


Grace frowned a bit, the expression mild but almost obvious compared to the generally generically pleasant expression she wore. "Give me just a moment, I think something fell off of my car when we slid." This said loud enough that anyone listening might hear, though it wasn't with a ton of conviction or eye contact. After she spoke, Grace started following the trail of obvious slime. Luckily, it was heading in the same direction Ink had disappeared to, though Grace didn't know that. She motioned toward Bjorn, glancing at him a moment, and indicating she was following the path. Then she started walking more surely, her expression more intent as she left the street where they were setting up warning indicators.


The first quarter moon sets, leaving the stars to spangle the crystalline night sky.


As Grace headed back onto the trail of whatever caused the slippery slime on the road, Bjorn made well to follow along also. While not as sneaky as the rest, he did move along off to follow Ink, and then Grace eventually as she moved off as well. Rolling his shoulders some, he moved along with a steady pace after the others while the sheriff moved his vehicle.


The stack was maybe 3 meters by 4 meters, the ground in front of the door showing recent use and repair with a new padlock on the outside of the door. Upon farther examination, old weather worn boards had been hammered into place to patch the holes in structure. It appeared to keep it looking like the aging structure it was.


Skirting around what looked like the remains of a really vigorous squid orgy, Ink made his way to the shack, something about it making his nose itch. Running his hands over the patchwork boarding, he examines the new padlock at the front, giving it a hopeful tug while trying not to rattle the chains. "Odd, really odd." Muttering to himself as he works, he examines the exterior, pulling at a board occasionally and then leaning in to squint at some of the woodwork.


Grace walked along the trail, keeping care not to put her shoes into it, as anything that could remove her car from the road would likely do less than good things to a set of thin profile shoes. When she spotted Ink (FINALLY) she sighed softly and nodded her head, moving over toward the man while continuing to skirt around the trail, she actually stopped moving toward him when she got a better look at the dissolving hunks of what looked like skin. "Like a snake." Grace idly voiced the thought, crouching down to look over the glistening clumps and clops of partially digested matter. Her nose scrunched without her bidding at the powerful fishy and oily scent coming from the massive puddle. Standing back up, Grace started moving toward Ink again, looking the broad man over curiously. "Did you find something aside from the puddle of organic leftovers?"


Following behind Grace, Bjorn blinks at the large puddle on the ground, with the partially dissolved bits. He frowns, then makes sure to give a wide berth from the puddle as he follows behind Grace. "I hope that wasn't a person..." A slight shiver at the thought as he looks over the shack that Ink seems to be trying to look for a way inside of.


"Persons, or at least possibly. That or someone who really isn't sure of what shape they should be. All very odd really. Then there's this." Speaking softly and quietly, Ink nods towards the shack. "Dunno why but there's something really off about it. Notice how it's been patched but with older looking boards? That and it's a brand new padlock there. I might just be nosy but it's really got me thinking this has. Apart from that I've not followed the trail any further, this 'splodge' rather put me off." Heading over to one of the repaired sections, he slowly works his fingers around the edge of the board before heaving on it with all his strength. Wincing at the noise, he is at the same time rather satisfied when the section comes away in his hands, leaving a quite large hole in the side of the shack.


Grace frowned slightly as the looked over the shack, noting the strange care taken in assuring it continued to looked aged and somewhat decrepit while it was truly anything but. "Well, that is strange indeed, I won't contest it. Though, while you look into that, I'm going to just check and make sure there's no further trail from the large pile." Grace nodded and turned to make a circle around the large puddle of partially dissolved body parts, watching the ground to see if there was another path leaving them aside from the one she'd followed to get here.


Bjorn frowns as he sniffs the air around the puddle and toward the shack. "Five different...things met here." He heads to the shack and says, "One here, then back out." He continues to circle around the pool of ooze and continues. "The others in pairs... Two north, two south. The one that went to the shack headed back East."


Ink spends a few moments surveying the scene, not quite sure as to how to proceed but then deciding that suffocating is a bad way to go and then decides to remove the buckets of who knows what from the woman's head. Trying not to leave too much of a mess as he goes in, he steps around the drapes and the open cages before leaning in and lifting the bucket with both hands, being rather timid in the process as he has watches way too many horror movies and has very little trust in what could happen.


With the cage opened by Ink, and the bucket removed, the mucus covered girl convulsed, a panic setting. It took a moment to under how her limbs functioned and her arms slapped at the floor in a random pattern as she made a gasping sound, coughing and vomiting up the water in her lungs.


The inside of the shed was lined with thick blankets, it smelled of seaweed and rainwater that likely oozed down from the roof. Pushing the blankets aside, there were ropes, and three cages large enough to hold large dogs, each with their own lock opened and waiting. Inside of one them was a naked tan woman, now freed and flopping.


Grace nodded her head slowly, listening to what Bjorn was saying. "So five met here, five left. And one went to the shack..." Blinking, Grace turned her attention to the shack in time to see Ink disappear into it, her head cocking slightly to the side. "Wait... you sure you want to do that with the police so close by?" Concern had her moving back toward Ink fairly quickly, so that she could look into the shack after him, peering to see if she could spot where he'd gone in the structure. What she saw inside caused Grace to start with surprise, and then waved Bjorn over without so much as a word, hoping he saw her motion. Without much more than a moment passing, she slipped into the shed to follow behind Ink, bee-lining toward him and the woman that seemed to be having a real problem. "Turn her to her side so she doesn't choke on it!" Grace offered the suggestion so the situation might get a little better before she could reach the woman herself.


At the waving to him to get his attention, Bjorn stops smelling around trying to figure out about the things that were around, and moves to the shack after her. He blinks as he sees..well Ink dealing with a caged woman, and Grace dealing with one on the ground. "I... By the gods..." He moves over to Grace to give her a hand with the one she's working on, following her lead in terms of what to help with.


Nodding as he listens to Grace, Ink sets about carefully removing the restraints from the tan women before setting her down on her side so she can drain her lungs, all the while keeping a firm grip on her so as not to be damaged by flailing limbs. "That's it, gets that stuff out of your lungs and take a deep breath." Speaking softly so as to comfort her, he keeps an eye on his surrounding s while trying to figure out what is going on. "Do you have any idea how you got here lass?" Turning he looks to Bjorn and Grace. "How the hell could she survive while submerged in that stuff? I think I saw this in a movie once but I can't be sure. We might need to look out for whoever owns this shed as well. Possibly get the Copper but that could be awkward."


Grace crouched down, putting her hand onto the woman's shoulder despite whatever slime or wetness might be there. "Hey, it's alright. We're here to help you. Can you breathe? Can you speak?" Concern laced through her words as she felt the temperature of the woman's body, a frown slightly curving her lips downward. "Do you need the bucket?" Some understanding dawned on her seemingly after she'd touched the other woman. "She's not human, she might need the bucket back." Grace said it carefully, trying to ensure she gave the information needed to Ink and Bjorn, especially as she wasn't quite sure where Ink had put the bucket.


As Grace mentions needing the bucket Bjorn moves to look for said bucket. "Might need it? Oh dear..." Did Ink empty said bucket? He moves to look for it for her. "If we don't have a bucket of that stuff.. Would any water work? If so how close to the water are we?"


"Nah, didn't want to fling the bucket as there was enough slime around anyways." Ink nods to Bjorn as he reaches up to the shelf in the shed, pulling down the bucket or possibly helmet and bringing it down to where the tan women is lying down. Looking to Grace he shrugs his shoulders before placing the bucket back over the woman's head, rather hoping that he isn't going to be making the situation worse. "There you go lass, I really hope this helps. Can you even hear me with this thing on?" He tries to place things so that the helpful slime doesn't leak out too much but then figures with the configuration it was in originally that's probably unlikely.


The woman fought and flailed wildly as Ink worked the collar off her neck, her blank white eyes open as she continued to kick and her arms sweeping wide to feel out her environment. The more liquid expelled from her lungs, the more frantic her movement, hitting against Grace and Ink's feet and legs. She gasped and scratched at her face and neck, her fingers gripping her jaw to hold it open. Responding with only coughed and groans of someone dying. Her naked body shivered as she tried to calm herself, slapping the dirty floor twice. When her hand found the advancing bucket, she twisted her body to get back on all fours, plunging her head into the bucket. She struggled with the lessened amount, so she tipped it, her mouth sucking in the fluid, and closing to push it through her gills. As she calmed, a hand moved on the floor, scratching out letters slowly. For those with the ability to see in the dark shed, it was simple.


Grace leaned back a little, letting the woman sort herself out by sticking her head back into the bucket. The grave sort of concern on her face would be easily visible to anyone able to see in the dark, but those without the ability would have to deal with measuring it in the tone of her voice, which was a bit dire. "Ok... what's in the bucket and can we get more for you?" There wasn't much in the way of faltering in her question, but when Grace read the word on the floor she just looked at it for a long moment, then looked back to the bare shoulders of the woman who was currently face deep in breathable slime, frowning. "Dear, I don't think you understand. You aren't human... maybe you were, or are part human, yes... but I can promise you, no human breathes through a liquid in a bucket and almost dies when its taken away. And no human causes my sense of inhumanity to trigger when I touch them." Grace sighed softly and patted the woman gently on the shoulder, looking up at Ink, and then at Bjorn, her expression decidedly less than eager for what she was telling the woman. "This feels very off."


After having gotten the bucket for Grace to help the woman breathe again, Bjorn however can't see in total darkness. Smell and hearing he has, total night vision he does not. So when Grace mentions that he blinks, shocked. "Did... Did someone turn them this way then?" His brow furrows and he sighs, upset that they might somehow be stuck in their predicament now. "What can we do then? Do either of you know anyone who can figure out how to change them back if that's the case?" He moves to take a peak out of the shack. It would be really awkward if the Sheriff walked in on them with buckets over women's heads.


"Turned this way? I'm... I'm not sure if that's possible." Ink shakes his head and then looks to Grace. "I'm assuming you've not seen anything like this before? I'm also getting some not so nice vibes from this." Watching Bjorn moving about in the darkness, something seems to occur to Ink and he gets out his Zippo. "Watch your eyes Grace." There's is a flicker and then a steady pulse of light as Ink flicks open his Zippo, pointing to the words on the ground for the benefit of Bjorn. Looking back to the bucket lady, he spends a moment in thought before speaking. "Fair to say you've had nothing like this happen to you before? Nothing strange at all?" Not waiting for a response, he speaks more softly now. "Wondering if she's a shifter who doesn't know what to do? It can be damn frightening... or so I've heard." Making use of the Zippo to light another cigarette, he takes a drag before speaking again. "This might sound a bit odd lass but I want you to concentrate on 'not' having gills. On being a normal, air breathing human. Can you do that for me? Think of it as a mental exercise."


The naked woman slurped at the water, continuing to force it back through her gills. Her finger dotted the dirty floor, and she tried to nod, but ultimately setting for giving a thumbs up at Grace's question. The woman paused at the question as she considered the longer question. The woman just continued to breathe in water to pass the time. She pointed in the direction of Bjorn with an awkward lifting of her head, and giving another thumbs up. Forcing more water through her mouth, she lifted her face on the bucket, careful not to let it over. She tried to speak, and air pressed through her gills, and she moved her hands to press them closed. She coughed wetly, "Leave... We need--" She coughed again and stuck face in the water. She waved her hand at Ink, and swept the dirt at his feet.


Grace took a deep breath and stood, moving with a sort of dangerous agility that belied reason, really. "We need to leave now. Bjorn, can you please carry her? We'll have to keep her in an awkward angle to keep the bucket over her head with that stuff she's breathing. I don't want to be the reason this woman dies. But, if she's saying we need to leave, I'm not going to deny that she is more than likely correct." Grace eyed the cabin, searching it over for any indications that there was someone or something else that might also need to be retrieved. Blinking, Grace gave her attention to a sack that was hanging from the ceiling, staring at it for a long moment. "There's another person in that sack... or at least... something the size of a person. We might want to bring that with us as well." Grace looked over at Ink, who was also a large, capable looking man. "Would you possibly be able to carry it? I can help Bjorn with the woman and her bucket, getting them through the hole you made in the wall."


Bjorn blinks as Grace points out a sack with possibly another person inside. "Sheesh... what the hell did they do go on a person grabbing spree?" He moves by the woman to get ready to help pick her up with Grace's help to keep the bucket with her. "I hope we can get them somewhere where she can breathe better. At least with more than a bucket." He sighs, not wanting her to suffocate, so wanting to be careful with moving them.


"Righto, this is far better than my idea." What that idea is, Ink doesn't say but he does reach over to grab the sack that has been pointed out, somewhat surprised at the weight and grunting just a little as he hefts it over one shoulder. "So... who wants to store the possibly kidnapped people and or children. My place is a little busy right now otherwise I'd be right in there." Using both hands to grip the 'neck' of the sack, Ink doesn't look too happy with the current situation. "No rush..."


The woman took another mouthful of water, the fear of the situation working into her mind as she shivered again. Her hand felt the floor again, and she paused to get some idea what the layout was. Her legs shifted and she turned body, one knee at a time carefully to find her to change her orientation. She raised her mouth out of the water, again holding her gills to speak. "Frogs... Or fish people."


Grace looked at the bucket girl and sighed slowly. "Ok, hold onto Bjorn. He's very large and very strong and going to carry you out of here so we can keep the bucket in place and you can breathe. I'm Grace. If you need my attention at all while we're moving I'll have my hand on you and you can squeeze it or slap at me, or even at Bjorn. We won't ignore you, and we're trying to get you somewhere safer." Grace looked at Bjorn meaningfully, though the look in general might be a bit lost on him without seeing fully in the dark. "Fomor. She's describing Fomor. And it's entirely likely they DID do this to her and that she was wholly human before hand. That's something we should discuss more once we have her and whatever is in the sack to safety." Grace looked over at Ink and nodded to him. "Let's go. I don't know your name, my apologies." And with that, Grace moved to help the girl with the gills into Bjorn's arms.


Ever so carefully, Bjorn moves to pick her up, awkward since he's got to keep her in a position the bucket still works for her, while.... not grabbing something inappropriate. A lot to think about as he lifts her up, the weight itself simple enough. He looks to Grace and if she taps him or lets him know she's ready will start to move with the woman, careful to move slow so Grace will keep up with him.


"Very good point, I'm Ink, pleased to meet you all." Ink grins, nods to them both. "Thought I'd met you before, I might have too but it was probably a while back." Shifting the weight of the sack on his back, he looks to Bjorn and chuckles as he watches him struggle. "Yeah, this is the easier load to deal with, that's for sure. "Okay, just so I have this straight. I'm carrying a 'person', Your fella over there is carrying a 'human' and we're moving them as they're in danger as evidenced by the cages and whatnot. There's still the matter of what ever broke into the child's bedroom. I mean, neither of these two is a kid. Then again, that's possibly also not our immediate problem. Wasn't there another lass round here? I knew her, Tab something?"


Grace eyed the sack that Ink was carrying, noting more so that it was made of an odd substance, thick, like visqueen. "I don't know what's in the sack, but it was moving. I wasn't about to leave anything alive in here. If it's a person, we will see what we can do. If it's something else... well. We'll have to deal with that. Just be cautious when you carry it." Grace looked between Ink and Bjorn, then shrugged her shoulders softly. "The two of you knew the woman that we left helping the Sheriff. I did not recognize her. If Kamaka is going to be on the scene, though, we can talk to him about what we've found and show him. Then at least we know that the situation will be in better hands than our own, and he might even know something about helping this poor woman in the bucket." Grace positioned herself so she wa moving ahead of Bjorn, holding her hand to the bucketed woman's shoulder, and started to move. "Either way, let's go. Now. He should be here soon if he's not already." And with that, Grace led Bjorn out of the shack through the hole in the wall, careful and cautious not to drop the bucket as he likely awkwardly squirmed his way out with his bundle in arm.


As he moves with the girl out of the shack, Bjorn says, to both Grace and Ink, "Didn't they say over his walkie that Kamaka was headed here? Isn't he the sheriff that helped us with the boar thing?" At Ink's question he answers, "Tabby, aye. Ex cop, she works as a bodyguard now. Pretty sure she was keeping the Sheriff here busy while we found all this mess." He mostly stays quiet after that though, not wanting to lose focus and trip while holding the naked woman, or worse hitting or scraping her against the shack.


"Fair enough, if the Sheriff is willing to take this over I will not be complaining." Ink nods, seemingly happy with this outcome, even if the slime from the sack is possibly ruining his top. That all said, he still exits the shack with some care, making sure not to hit the sack on any of the edges. "I'm being all careful like with this but then it'll be bloody funny if what ever is in this sack tries to eat me later." Letting out a sigh he glances skywards for a moment after exiting the shack, settling the bundle back over his shoulder and following after Grace and Bjorn. "Aye Tabby, that's the one. Cheerful lass. I remember her now."


The woman, having been naked in a cage for how every long, was reminded of exactly how angry every muscle and joints were. Maintaining proprietary in this situation was pretty much impossible, and she focused on holding the bucket need to her mouth to cycle the water through gills. At the very least, there didn't seem to be someone lurking in wait.


Grace frowned a bit as she realized the predicament she was putting the poor bucket girl into, but finally shook her head. "I've got some of Bjorn's spare clothes in the car, at the very least one of his shirts will fit you like a dress so you aren't naked." She squeezed the woman's shoulder reassuringly. "And I'm still here, I've not left you." Bjorn got a look from Grace, her brows raised a little. "Or you could let her borrow that one? And we can get you a fresh one from the car when we get there?" Grace's suggestion was given gently, but the fact that he was carrying a woman in essentially bent over position did ring some alarm bells in Grace's head now that they were out of the shack and into the open air. She glanced back at Ink and offered him a slight smile, though she eyed the sack on his back with some wariness. "Ink, I don't think that you need to offer your shirt up for the thing you're carrying... I don't know if it has.. limbs..."


Moving carefully with Grace and his 'package' in his arms, Bjorn pauses when she mentions the shirt. "I.... I could I suppose? Though we'd have to be careful with the bucket and all getting it over her. She'd have to..hold her breath and take the bucket off quick I imagine." He frowns slightly..he liked this shirt after all. Though he probably likes the spare too so... "If she wants we'll do it." It really would give some decency, and.... one less question he supposes.


"No limbs?" Ink hefts the sack a little carefully, trying to judge the weight. "No limbs? That's the sort of talk that has me dropping the sack and heading for the hills." This is said in jest of course, or at least half in jest, Ink not massively happy about carrying the sack as it is. Looking between Bjorn and Grace, Ink grins. "Grace was it? You probably should worry less about the big fellow, I mean he doesn't have great night vision. That and he'd have tripped up by now if all he was doing was staring at her 'bits'." Welsh pragmatism in lieu of diplomacy.


Grace nodded to Bjorn and offered him a smile. "I think it will help her feel a little more comfortable at least? I know if I were found likewise I'd appreciate someone thinking of keeping my decency if at all possible. Especially as we're bringing her to potentially meet even more people that might help." Grace stepped back a little to help keep the bucket woman steady while Bjorn set her to the ground and hopefully went about stripping out of his T shirt to provide a makeshift dress for the undrowned lady. She did manage to look over at Ink and raise her brows, a slight grin on her lips. "It's not a worry about Bjorn seeing her nudity, Ink. It's a worry that the lady might not like everyone seeing her bared private areas. In situations where women are made victims it's most often the case that they need to feel like they have a little control, and leaving yourself uncovered at your most vulnerable is one of the quickest ways to remove that sense of small control you might have." Her eyes moved to the sack that Ink had set down, curiosity coursing through her as she looked. "I don't know what it is, or if anything is in it, but it moved like it was alive. If you'd like, we can leave it here, or you all three can stay here with it while I run up and fetch the Sheriff if he's arrived? That way we don't have to carry either the sack or the woman any farther? Though I had originally hoped to get you all a little bit away from the shack before I left you to get Kamaka."


Bjorn moves and carefully sets the woman down, and moves to slip his shirt off. Boy would this be awkward if they were walked upon before he gets the shirt on her. He works to coordinate with Grace to get the shirt over the woman and on her quickly so she can still breathe, and have some decency. That going off well without a hitch he'll carefully move to pick her up again and continue their trek away from the creepy psycho mad scientist shack. "Let's keep moving, I don't want to be around this thing, and... Unfortunately we might need what's in the sack to help figure out what was done to her... Sorry Ink."