Thick white luminescent fog with flickering yellow and pink ribbons spreads out in every direction. No matter which way someone were to turn their eyes, there's no end to that limitless yawn of cloudy, wispy, forever. The ground beneath one's feet is solid yet forgiving on the joints even though it seems to be made of no more than the same fog that surrounds. The scents lingering about seem wholly familiar yet without immediate available identification, as if they were taken from long forgotten and half-remembered memories to be sprinkled about like unexpected surprises. It is warm, fluctuating between a perfectly comfortable temperature of bodies pressed together to the sticky and sweaty slide of limbs long entwined during a night of passion. The world around contains a cacophony of whispers, heartfelt and inviting. Psychologically, there was an oddness to the desire of closeness and each breath of air acted as another dose of oxytocin into the system.
At the very least, the place didn't smell like gasoline anymore. Reality had been pulled open, and seemed to flash by at light speed before the fog set in around. In an instance, they were on the edge of conceptual reality. Max lay on fog in her cold induced haze, and Ulah was just... Gone.
Nia remained unconscious, and apparently cuddled by the environment as she laid over Bjorn's side like an utterly inanimate object.
Bjorn is there, still holding a Nia against him with a paw most likely unless she tries to pull away. The fact that Ulah is gone is...disheartening. Still Bjorn sniffs at the air, trying to make sense of such an alien place, the Bear sniffing and looking about, uneasy.
Matthew stared into that fog, waving his hand in front of his face to test the visibility. "Uhhh... What kind of trippy bar were we in? This doesn't make any sense. So where did you take u--" The dark haired man turned to scan the rest of group, "Wait, where's the Kane bartender?"
While being a little unsteady on her feet initially, Casia learns to adapt to the environment quite quickly, something about it just gelling with her. Testing her footing, she taps at the fogging material, grinning as it puffs away as her feet contact the ground. Temping to play with this for a while, she is brought back to reality as she notes Nia and Max lying on the ground. "Oh yes, right, shit." Padding over to Nia, she kneels down, eyeing the Polar bear as she does so. "Going to try and help. For real this time." Looking back to Nia, she raises her hands over her body and then starts to concentrate, her head dipping forwards as she closes her eyes. A few moments pass and then she opens them again with a start, a rush of wind and Summer scents start to fill the air, her hair pulses as if caught by static and a golden glow shows behind her eyes. Motes of gold starts to spread from her hands, dancing around in the air before settling on her body, then melting away slowly. "Oh...kay, I think that worked." She offers a smile to the polar bear, "Could you watch her for a moment?"
Nia coughed a little in her unnaturally heavy sleep, her body trying to expel some liquid from her lungs as they simultaneously attempted to fill all the way despite the damage that had been done to the cage around them. She didn't quite come to, but she did groan slightly and seem to draw her limbs in closer to herself, trying to curl up around the awful sensations.
Max continued on in her daze, her breath raspy and shallow, but it was steady enough that there didn't seem to be any immediate danger of her dying even as her body slowly warmed.
As Nia seemed to be responding to what Casia did, Bjorn chuffed a bit, then sniffed at Nia, licking her face slightly a moment. He stuck his snout over by Max to sniff at her as well if she's close enough by Nia, maybe giving her a brief lick on her face too, then went about having a seat by them, once again looking and sniffing about taking his guard duty seriously.
Casia steps over to Max, kneeling down and repeating the process, there's even a little less hesitation as she holds her hands over the body of the wounded punk. Dipping her head forward, she whispers "hold in there!" Gaining her focus, she opens her link to Summer once more, a slight glow surrounding her body as the power once more thuds into her. With more confidence she pours out the motes, they settle over Max's body, making her twinkle in the foggy light before they seem to evaporate. Getting to her feet once more, she nods as if happy with herself before kneeling down next to Nia. "Just the ribs now, this might... I don't know, hopefully it'll help."
Matt watched Casia as she went from person to person casting her fae magics. "I don't know how close those two should be to one another. They're likely both on the edge of losing their shit." His eyes shifted to the polar bear, and Matt managed a halfhearted chuckle, "Though you are basically a wall."
Anywhere that her flesh could be seen, Nia's skin was still covered in heavy, black, swirling, tattoos that hadn't faded at all even with her unconsciousness. When Bjorn licked her face, her mouth opened to reveal long, sharp, fangs as she let out a pained sigh. She didn't try to bite him though, so there was that. Instead she just whimpered and shut her mouth again, trying to tuck her chin down toward her shoulder to keep her mouth away from touching people. Even unconscious, all that conditioning was solidly part of her.
Bjorn tilted his head suddenly as he looked out into the fog. Another chuff, and he waved a paw at Matt, then juked his head out into said fog, waving said paw towards something out there. He got back onto his feet, though he didn't leave Max or Nia yet, not until he was sure they'd be alright enough, at least awake enough.
As the magic seeped into her chest, Max took a deep breath, shifting her body against the cloud to settle in. When the bear started licking her face, she let out a soft moan, and muttered, "Fuck, Owen... Stop teasing me, and put it in my ass..." The bloodied punk reached up to her neck to grip her bunched up tank top.
Peering at Nia, Casia raised an eyebrow and then turns to look at Matt. "What is it with the tattoos? I'm sure I've seen them change color." Turning her head, she looks around for a moment before focusing once more on Matt. "You're right, Ulah is gone. That's potentially worrying." Letting out a breath to steady herself she looks down to Nia. "Okay, one more. We can do this." Clapping her hands together, she rubs them tightly together as draws on her power. Opening her hands, a good fistful of motes spread out and then settle on Nia's body, covering her from head to toe and then fading just as suddenly. With the spell released, Casia lets out a sigh, raising a hand to her now golden edged hair. "Nifty!" Getting to her feet she lets out a laugh at Max's comment, kneeling down and resting a hand on her shoulder. "Wakey wakey!"
Matt's eyebrows came together as he attempted to sort out exactly what the bear was trying to gesture at, and looked at his feet as he orbited the group to get in line with the gesturing. "Does any speak b--" He shook his head, "Ignore the question, it sounds batshit thinking it, let alone saying it." His eyes narrow as he stared in the direction indicated, and gave a slight shake of his head. "What am I supposed to be seeing out there?"
Matt waved a hand dismissively at the question, "I couldn't tell you exactly... A warning, I think, part protection? The explanation I got wasn't the best."
A quiet groan left Nia, and one of her arms shakily lifted to allow her hand to press into the side of her neck and shoulder where the massive gash had been left behind by Dom. "Madre Dios..." The pain of talking and breathing hit her then in a more conscious way and she moved her other hand to her chest as if she could support her ribs from the outside. "Are we dead?" The accent that usually carried through her words was still decidedly thick enough to be identified as Portuguese, but with the addition of her elongated fangs, it sounded a little closer to a classical Spanish accent, lisp and everything. When her eyes opened they were shiny, solidly black, orbs that had been waiting behind her eyelids. She looked around, and Nia's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Purgatory? I had figured I would go straight to Hell, no waiting room."
Max groaned, her abdomen shivering as she started to wake from the touch on her shoulder. She coughed weakly, her face contorting in pain as her eyes open. Her eyes were their human tawny, at least. The punk groaned, her grip tightening on her tank top. "If we aren't dead, can someone please kill me? Fuck." She tested her breath to find the point that the pain returned, groaning when she found the line. Taking a few more breaths, she scanned Casia and the bear. "Give me a minute, Nia... I'm not ruling out purgatory yet."
Bjorn hums and makes a mumble at Max's comment. As Matt couldn't see what the bear was trying to point out, and Max and Nia seemed to be.. well mobile even if they were grumbly about being barely that, he starts to move toward what he must be seeing off in the fog, though he moves slowly, looking back at the others, not wanting to get too far. It might be a look of "Are you coming or not?" But always hard to tell with a bear.
Getting to her feet, Casia looks to Bjorn and then off to the distance. "We didn't have many options. The two of you were in a bad way and it was either a boat, scuba or the Never Never. I didn't think Max could handle Scuba with her breathing being so bad and I wasn't sure about you Nia. Ulah mentioned he had a way into the Never Never, said it was 'Deep' though. I figured it was better than the other options given that they were pouring gasoline in through the entrance of the bar. Ulah has since vanished though which is a little worrying. However... we're not day so 'yay!'. Oh and it's Casia, pleased to meet you." Turning, she looks at Matt. "I forgot to ask if you were injured. Are you okay? Aside from the weirdness I mean." Turning, she looks back to Bjorn. "Guys, I think Frosty is trying to point something out."
Matt gave Casia a lazy thumbs up, "I'm fine... Mostly. Just hungry is--." He knelt down to take off his pack, and he dug into it. "You two are in a way worse way than me. The lab disposes of them every six weeks." There was the sound of duct tape being removed. "I still had my key." Pulling out a blood bags from the insulated bag, he tossed one to Nia. "I didn't know how long the trip was going to be," he admitted.
"Obrigado, Casia, for the help. I was worried after the bastards shot Max that I would not find help in time. Thank you all." She looked around the room at everyone, and as she did so, Nia's eyes slowly started to fade back to their usual gray color, though the tattoos on her skin remained, black and definitively sharp against the warm, dark caramel tone of her skin. Looking at Matt for a long moment, Nia reached to grab the blood bag that was on the floor, her breathing ratcheting into something faster as her eyes immediately seemed to sheen back to pure black at even the thought of available food. "Matteo, are you sure? I've been doing this longer, I can probably stand the hunger more than you can. It's less likely I'll start biting the hands that have helped us." She said the words, sure, but Nia's body had already pulled the blood bag closer and was cuddling it to her chest like an infant needing to be warmed.
Bjorn chuffed again, then stood at his full height, probably to hopefully more easily see them still and be seen as he waddle/walked further toward whatever caught his eye. If the fog worked like regular fog. hard to tell in this place. He stops before he loses sight of them completely however, giving a slight whine. Seems whatever he's seeing he wants someone else to, rather insistent annoying bear about things isn't he.
Max's eyes tracked that red bag that went through the air, her breath shivering. Twisting to the side, Max planted a hand to push herself to sit up, a hand gripping her crotch. "I'm not starving... I just need an hour or a week... Unless someone is offering?" Her tank top dropped down her torso, she looked back at Nia. "Longer or not, bitch, your eyes are black and your ink is showing." The corner of her mouth lifted in a weak smirk. "Drink and I'll fondle myself or something." Max groaned, "Yeah, I don't think I would have been swimming far. I'll start figuring this place out... Nia, after you suck that bag dry, toss it here."
Smiling, Casia heads over to Max and starts to reach out to hug her, stopping a few moments short and nodding to herself. "I'm glad you're feeling better. You have a good eye for this sort of thing, the Never Never I mean. Just how deep are we?" Turning she looks to Nia and nods. "You're welcome. Just a pity that we had to meet under these circumstances." Hearing the noise from Bjorn, she heads over to the Bear. "What is it Frosty? Is Timmy stuck down the well?" There is a light edge to her voice before she gets more serious. "Seriously though, one growl for danger two for 'look over there idiots?'."
Matt nodded in agreement with Max, "I'm just saying you two are in the worst shape, and I can definitely see your tattoos. And hers, but..." The man pushed the blood bag back into his pack, and closed it up. "I'm going to see what the bear is on about, unless you two need a ref." Shouldering his backpack, he walked after Casia and Bjorn very slowly as he constantly checked his feet and where Nia and Max were as he moved. As he neared the other two, he stopped. "I'm not trying to lose anyone in Wonderland."
Nia grunted slightly. "I can always see yours, puta. Mine just show up when people shouldn't be thinking about getting close enough for me to chew on them. I suppose I should take yours the same way though, si?" She grinned slightly at Max, something more human in the expression than her eyes belied. "Alright, I'll happily take this and eat it. And Matteo, she has no tattoos from the Order. Those are just her skin and its art. Like... any normal tattoo would be. She was supposed to be getting these like mine, but... We were waylaid." Nia sighed slightly and turned her head only a little to look at where Casia and Bjorn were going, her eyebrows raised. "I have no idea what you two are doing... but por favor, no one do anything that will cause more blood. This place already smells like someone needs me to give them a tongue bath. And it's not any easier for Max or Matthew to handle." While she spoke, Nia's hands moved the blood bag toward her mouth as if without any input from her thoughts, and she stopped speaking abruptly when she bit into the bag and started sucking the contents away like a starving child given a single serving apple sauce container.
There's a growl from the bear, a brief pause, then a second, to make sure there's no mistaking two of them. As Casia comes up to him Bjorn purrs slightly, deep purr that bears sometimes have when finally content, then starts to walk toward...whatever it is the bear sees that nobody else has yet. He moves back on all fours, and still moves slowly, again not wanting to get too far away from someone, not wanting to get potentially separated from the others.
Max chuckled weakly, grimaced, and coughed. "F-Fuck... No laughing for me." Max kept her hand on the crotch of her pants as the other curled under her breasts to hold her hand over the entry wound. A groan escaped her, "I'm already swampy, piss and blood soaked, and now you're talking about tongue baths. Hurry up with that blood bag and toss it before I start stripping." The punk continued to hold herself while she waited, glancing back towards the bear and the others, "Trying not to explore too far, if we're deep, things are likely very weird."
"I can't see a thing but Frosty wants us to go this way. I guess it's positive." Casia's attention shifts to Max for a moment before hurriedly turning away, looking back to the bear and then off into the distance. "So all three of you are like 'One ah ah ah!'? That must be awful, I'm sorry to hear that." Squinting over the fog, her head suddenly turns to one side, almost fast enough to cause whiplash. "Wait, did someone say tongue baths?" Shaking her head, she takes a deep breath to steady herself, spending a few moments checking her pouches to distract herself. "Oh no, stripping would be awful." While she tries to sound concerned, her heart just isn't in it. "Anyway, could you possibly define 'very weird'?"
Matt decided to stop so he had a clear line of sight of Max and Nia, and waited while the bear explored farther. "No land marks, so I'm going to wait right here." He rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't think I like the bend in the conversation, if I'm honest." He shrugged his shoulders to adjust his bag, tugged at his shirt, and shifted his shorts with an agitated sigh.
Nia's hunger was obvious in the way that she finished off the bag of blood in record time. The gulping sounds of her swallowing blood were reminiscent of a wild animal taking down water for the first time in a week along the Sahara. The groans of pure satisfaction as the blood filled her stomach were, however, not at all animal but were purely carnal. Sucking hard at the bag, Nia tried to somehow find more blood when there was none left, then moaned in frustration as she tore it away from her mouth, then threw the emptied package at Max with a weak fling of her arm. "There you go, chica. One empty bag." Licking the ruby stained plane of her lips, Nia seemed to shiver as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, as if trying to retain some memory of how it felt to eat based on the scent leaving her mouth. When she opened her eyes, they'd bled back to the normal, far more human, gray irises, and she grinned over at Matthew. "Anyone sane doesn't like the direction this conversation goes in when things start really rolling. That's why it's called an overall bad day, Matteo. But, we're alive. Casia is right that it's a good thing. It was nearly not the case." The comfort of the strangely pliant floor helped Nia maintain her flat position on the ground as she laid her head back again, turning it slightly to watch the bear and the nymphette as they investigated in the fog. "Is it an Alien ship with eggs? IF so... do not touch them."
There's a blink as Casia mentions not seeing...whatever it is Bjorn feels that clearly she should be seeing right now. He looks away from everyone at 'the thing' then back to Casia, then walks a circle around whatever he's seeing that nobody else is, sniffing. He sits down, seeming confused, then paws at something and blinks again. He stands up and paws at...something again, something in front of him, then reaches down at something else and fumbles at something and looks back at them all, then again at whatever he was pawing at, seeming torn, and a brief look, and by the chuffing, sound... of worry.
Max stared at Nia as the other woman drank, her mouth falling open. Her breath took on a slight pant at the notes that Nia managed to hit. A soft sound escaped her as she started to rock her pelvis ever so slightly, licking her lips. Her pupils just started the lengthen vertically when Nia spoke. Blinking, Max growled as she snatched the bag from the ground. Gritting her teeth, the punk forced herself to stand, a howl of pain escaping her. "Fuck..." She panted heavily partly doubled over, trying to collect herself and groaning. "As if fucking weird..." Stumbly over to Nia, Max took a deep breath of her scent and moaned in her ear before standing. "Conducting research." And Max just sort of picked a direction to walk in without heading anywhere in particular, disappearing into the fog.
Watching the antics of the bear, Casia frowns and tilts her head, looking with worry at the anxious noise he makes. Squinting once more she looks into the distance and then sadly shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I really can't.... where did you go?" With a start she blinks and then shakes her head. "Sorry, white bear, white fog... You're actually quite stealthy for a huge fluffy killing machine." Moving closer, she wraps an arm around the bulk of the bears shoulders. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be fine. Oh wow, your fur, so soft!" Making happy murmuring sounds, she gives Frosty a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Anyway...Max? Where the? Oh..." She looks into the direction that Max has disappeared, letting out a sigh. "In the movies that's how they get you. One by one..."
Matt watch as Max decided to disappear into the fog, and his jaw dropped open, "But why?" The confusion lingered in his voice as he looked back to Nia, then Casia, and the bear for an explanation. He focused on Casia, "Yeah, I think my head is right there. One by one."
Nia laid on the floor...ground...floor?... and just kind of eyed Max as she inhaled her scent, before shaking her head ever so slightly. "You're going to give yourself an aneurysm." As Max walked away with the empty bag, Nia took a slow breath and stopped it abruptly as things shifted inside her chest that shouldn't move on their own. "Alright. Multiple fractures. Nice. I'll have to make sure I ask Fred to go out and shop for something industrial... that makes me feel like I'm not in my body. For the next month or so." Nia let out a soft sound that was decidedly NOT in the vein of glorious to hear, and spoke more of severe pain, as she tried to sit up on her own. Then she just let her muscles loosen and stayed laying where she was. "And I'll just stay here. IF we're all to be picked off individually by monsters, I'd rather be comfortable before I try to fight for my life again."
A voice echoed through the fog, "And this I know, his teeth as white as snow..." And a few moments later, "What a gas it was to see him..." And just seconds later from another direction, "Gigantic!" And thirty seconds later, came a yell, "A big, big love!" It stopped as Max started coughing, holding her rib cage with one arm and pausing somewhere between Nia, Matt, and Casia, coming from a completely different direction from where she disappeared in the first place. "Y-you all didn't hear the whole song, right?"
A sigh is given, then a blink as Max walks out. The bear chuffs again, then seems to sigh. A blink as Max comes back. He leans over and licks Casia on the cheek, then with a look of determination looks back to where he's been fiddling with whatever nobody else can see, and steps forward, disappearing before Casia's eyes, and anyone else who was looking his way.
To see what happens to Bjorn, please feel free to read the log: Chillin With Ulah
Holding a hand to her cheek, Casia lets out an 'awww' sound. "You're so cute!" Turning her head, she looks to the spot of fog where the bear should be. "What the..." Turning the other way, she holds out a hand in the fog. "Are you kidding me?" Stepping to the left, she turns and then does a full one eighty as if to try and catch something unaware. "How?" Slumping down with a thud onto her backside, she lets out a sigh. "I heard something and... I lost the bear." Sounding rather dejected, she looks to Max. "How do you lose a bear?"
Matt just looked confused, and stared at the fog which once container a polar bear. The disembodied voice didn't help with his sense of ease. "What the fuck? It was just right..." He stared daggers at Max, "Song? What? What the fuck is the bear?"
A grunt came from Nia as she looked at Max and raised her brows. "I only heard bits of it, Max. You must have walked around some walls or something. Or the fog eats noises. Good to see you in the same pieces you left in, though." She looked over at Matthew and gave him a slight smile. "You see? She came back. There must not be any monsters in our immediate area, or they'd surely have eaten her. She's easy pickings and smells like dinner. No, I'm fairly sure that the worst monsters here are ourselves." When her eyes went to where she'd been seeing Bjorn and Casia, she blinked twice, then frowned. "Did the fog get thicker? Where's the big guy?" She closed her eyes then reopened them, trying to focus more, but seeming more confused by her attempts. "No seriously, guys, is the bear gone?"
Max blinked as Casia, "I didn't lose a bear, I thought you were touching th-" Max leaned down with a growl, picking up an empty blood bag to show. "I definitely didn't throw this here." Taking a few steps, she passed it to Matt to put up. "I try not to litter too much out here." The punk considered Nia's words, and nodded. "I think..." A sound escaped her, "I think I can get us out of here." Reaching down, she gripped the crotch of her cargo pants, her breath shaking.
"I uh..." Casia takes a slow breath, sitting upright and crossing her legs. "I can't even hear the bear, he was just here. Right next to me!" Saddened, she lets her head droop. "He was so cute too. So very fluffy!" Looking over to Nia, she shakes her head. "I really don't know how he did it. He seemed to want to head someone or towards something but I thought he'd hang around." At Max's words she looks over. "I just gave him a hug and then he was gone. I don't know." Trying to cheer herself up, she takes another deep breath. "You think you can get us out? How... oh for fucks sake." Looking away from Max, Casia gets to her feet and starts bouncing on the spot. "Matt, you didn't hear the song? Was the song bad or something? I got bits of it. Something about big love? Really big love? Mmmmm." Trying not to let these thoughts distract her, Casia starts looking around again.
Matthew was there, standing. He was still confused. But then the moment passed where he was worried about the bear that had suddenly gone missing and his confusion flashed utterly in a different direction. "Wait..." Then he seemed to lose his ability to speak. Falling to his knees in the luckily comfy landing zone of the 'floor' in this particular place, Matthew let out a cry of strange relief. He started laughing, falling forward onto his hands, as tears ran unbidden down his cheeks, all while still laughing in the happiest of ways. Discomfort seemed gone. In its wake was nothing but the free laughter of a young man that had finally understood a punchline of something he'd been told as a child. And he looked indeed younger for it.
Nia remained where she was, realizing she could be of little help in finding the missing bear. "I wish I could help, but I'm feeling a little less than helpful. I can't see him, though, and I could kind of see him befo... Oh..." The black markings of Nia's tattoos faded so abruptly that they almost blinked out of existence. The tension that she held in her body no matter what she was doing or where she was going left her and there was a look of shock on her face as her beautiful, healthy, skin broke out in a soft layer of sweat to shimmer along the caramel curves of her cheeks. Her gray eyes seemed to brighten until they shone with a layer of tears that promptly began falling down her face, and she wept. It wasn't the tears of someone who had lost another, but someone that had found something they'd been looking for among the course of years, perhaps decades. Nia didn't even bother to cover her face or her eyes, she simply lay on her back, weeping with soft breaths and sniffles, as she shut her eyes and looked remarkably at peace with the fact that she was doing just that.
"Y-yeah, I can... I..." Max stood there, mouth slowly falling agape, the vertical slit of her pupils rounding out once more. Her expression slackens as her legs started to shaking, finally buckling under her as she fell her knees. Her eyes glistened as tears slipped from her eyes. The hand, gripping her pants, left her to plant on those soft cloudy ground. A heartfelt sob poured out of her, and she trembled, crying and oozing until she laid fully on ground. In spite of injury, she curled against the ground to hug it, with a faintest smile on her lips.
Biting her lip, Casia slowly edges towards Nia, rather confused by the reaction of first Matt, then Nia and finally Max. "Three suddenly very happy vampires. Curious." Settling back down into a seated position, Casia looks over Nia. "Your tattoos have gone, not faded, gone." Her voice is a little unsteady, the ambient emotions from the trio starting to filter through. "Those don't look like tears of sorrow, it's relief, gut wrenching relief. Max has even stopped trying to rip her knickers off." Smiling now, she gets to her feet. "I'm really happy for all of you. I don't know what for but it's... wow." A little glassy eyed, she turns to look around for the Ninja Polar bear that used to be with their group, her arms wrapped round herself as if trying to keep herself warm.
Matt continued laughing happily to the end of his breath. Turning his head, he rubbed his wet eyes on his sleeve. "If... This is this place, just leave me here." He broken out in exhaled spurts of laughter, shaking his head in the attempt to compose himself, but really he was more than content to let it continue for as long as it was going to last. His hand coiled under the strap of his pack, and he managed to twist his shoulders enough to let it dump on the ground next to him.
Nia didn't have much in the way of movement down yet, but she could apparently speak, albeit quietly. "It's not a bad thing. I'm just not hungry. At all. I haven't felt like this since for quite some time." She sighed softly, reaching up with shaky hands to wipe the tears that had poured down the sides of her face to drip off of her earlobes to the floor. "Casia, do you suddenly feel as though you're no longer in need of something you've needed quite badly for almost as long as you can remember?" Nia looked over at Casia curiously, her eyes bright and shining, the gray color paled out a bit from the whitening of her sclera. Her black, spiky, lashes blinked a couple of times, still wet from the falling of tears, but she gave Casia a smile that was beyond beautiful, and contained enough peace that it could have calmed a war front.
Max let out a pained sob as she laid on the ground, she shook her, rocking it against the cloudy earth. "I'm not going to lie... All I want to do with strip off my bottom half, because my pussy is getting raw from the piss." Her chest shook with another sob, and she groaned as she picked up one booted foot to kick the ground and just lay there. "I just needed the world to know that... Thank you for listening." The punk took a deep breath, "Nia... Matt... Casia... We need to find our bear and leave, I think. Unless Nia is right, I guess."
Casia regards Nia for a few moments and then closes her eyes, looking quite serene and stopping herself from bouncing on the spot. The arms she has wrapped around herself loosen and she finds one of her hands almost moving of its own accord. Eyes blinking open, she squeaks. "Nope!" Wrapping her arms around herself once more, she vigorously shakes her head. "Nope, nope. Still the same." She doesn't sound overly distressed about this situation. Turning to Max, she grins. "Yes, bear. Must find the bear. Who's good at tracking, anyone? It really, really isn't me. I'm good... at other things."
Matt was still working on his dying chuckled, his relieved smile still there. "How are we supposed to track a bear that walked its body length and just disappeared? I mean everyone keeps looking at Max, so..." He turned his head to look at Max.
"If you're not feeling differently, and just the three of us that happen to be vampiric are, I'm fairly sure it's not the place, Matteo. But something else. Unless this place happens to deaden vampiric natures." Nia groaned and managed to put her elbows into the soft ground beneath her, pressing up in a slow, obviously painful series of pushes so that she could be sitting instead of laying on the ground. "At the very least, we should get out of here, so that we can get somewhere secure and known. Being somewhere unknown is dangerous, especially if our senses are dulled. And being too long in the NeverNever doesn't really work out well for most people." Nia looked over at Max and raised a brow. "If you can guide us out of here... we can look for the Bear on the way, but he... just vanished. Perhaps he was attuned to this place and simply crossed?"
Max groaned as she shifted her knees apart, pretending that would allow everything to dry out. "I mean maybe I could find the bear? Ulah disappeared here, so he's attuned... And he had a portal to the deep Nevernever, so... Ulah would know where the bear was, if we want to track down Ulah." The punk groaned, "Look, is anyone feeling the need to hug a bear? I randomly tossed the blood bag, it ended up near Matt. I was hungry, so I wanted to squeeze that bag for every last drop, and found it. It feels like that's how the connections work. I don't want to find a bear or Ulah, what I want is to get high and gets fucked in every hole by my boyfriend. So I imagine, I'll get home long before I find the fucking bear, as bitchy as that sounds." Rolling to her side, Max held the underside of her breasts and rib cage, and she forced herself to stand. "If anyone has some of the bear's hair... Nia or Casia... Owen could track him. I'm in no fucking shape for a rescue operation, and there are only so many rides home. So... Choose." Max didn't bother with the wet tears or snotty nose. The latter seemed dark, like she had been in a coal mine.
"I was hugging Frosty early, I probably have some of his hairs on me if that's enough?" Casia offers after a moments thought, brushing off her top and trying to catch any stray hairs. "Mainly though, I want to get home. I really, really want to go home." There is real sadness in her voice as she says this, the thrill of the ride starting to wear off. "Look for Bakers Panopoly if folks want to catch up, I just want to lie back and take care of business for a few hours. Is that too much to ask?" This is said with her head angled to the sky. Looking back down, she seeks out Max. "Will you be okay though Max, do you need a hospital or anything? Or will three holes and a goal be enough to get the heal factor working? What about you Nia? I'd rather not drop any of you and have you bleed out somewhere."
Nia tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes, really seeming to listen. "I don't even hear him anymore, and I can hear a flea fart from across a room. But I need to get home. Whatever was done to help hold everything together, I'm grateful, but I'm in so much pain that I really need to combat it with something or I'm likely just to go mad or pass out again, which means someone will have to carry me again. And I'd rather not be left behind. At the very least, I'm sure we can find a way to track down the bear so we can find him later, or so that someone else can, as Max suggested. I've got his fur on me, and he's got my blood on him if it helps. But getting home is the best plan I can agree with right now." Nia used her hands planted to the soft 'floor' to help push herself up, agonizing and with much slowness. "Oh man... yeah. I need to be somewhere I can be unconscious. I need to see Jo.. and maybe Shep. But I need to get to them at some point soon. Because they probably need to know about whatever is happening and probably can tell me more than I can recognize myself right now. And she probably has something that'll make this not quite hurt so bad..." Nia looked over at Casia and raised a brow. "There is no special heal factor for me, and I don't believe for Max either. This is called being unfinished."
Matt beat his hand on the fog and cloud, the wisps overtaking it once more. "I'm going to say that tracking anyone or anything that doesn't exact leave footprints." The lad hopped to his feet, grabbing and reshouldering his pack. Walking over to Nia, he spread his feet when he stopped behind her, bending over to help Nia up. "You two want to re-injure yourselves, that's fine. I'll check you both over when we get back. I think hospital is out of the question, but we may have to in Max's case because of her lung." He narrowed his eyes at Nia, "Lean on as much as you need to."
Max smirked at Casia, "Two out of three, while I want to suck his cock too, I want to suck his cock. The threat of a bit of teeth is different than the threat of fangs." She shrugged a shoulder, "Home, bear fur, wizard, and hopefully a bear." Max nodded to Nia, "Shep and Jo seem like a good idea, and uhh..." She bent down to untie her boots, and slip out of her, groaning from the pain. "Maybe not call in... I mean that meeting at the bar? The people that knew were a short list, right?" The silver punk paled as she was on the edge of vomiting from the flood of pain, and she buttoned her cargo pants, ripping them and her panties off. "Shit is fucked, so call whoever you trust to tell them to go underground--" Max coughed hard that she started tearing again, as she forced herself to put on her boots again, unlace them. She stood there, bare from waist down, legs and ass thoroughly tattooed, bush in line with the 70s. "Alright, two paces behind, step where I step, if I'm going too fast and you haven't been shot in the lung, suck it up." She put her panties in two on the cargo pants pockets, double-knotted the legs, and wore them as a necklace for them to dry.
"Right, so it's a slow conga line. I think I can do that." Casia doesn't seem at all sure and given the options decides to hang back behind Matt and Nia. "Probably best if you went in front, I'll... it's for the best. I'll make sure nothing is following us or something." She offers them all a smile as she hangs back, hugging her stomach and whistling a jaunty tune. Closing her eyes, she takes a breath to focus, traces of summer scents drifting in the air around her as she tries to calm her mind.
"Obrigado, Matteo." Nia looped her arm around Matthew as best as she could, and accepted the full help he could give her in staying upright. Her spine might be a little tweaked from that hit as well. "Si, Maxi, I wanted to talk to them about the issue at hand so they can be prepared as well. And I'll call a different person at the Order, see what has happened. Find out if there was some reason they knew about the meeting." Nia grunted at the angry way her bones shifted. "I'm glad I didn't wear anything heavy tonight, I'd be stripping it off as if I were near a pole, or Max. At least this isn't like lugging half of a cow around with me." Grateful to be in workout style clothing, as at least it moved as well... Nia looking at the bright side. "I'll happily follow home. Just please... no detours to summer concerts. I would probably die in a mosh pit right now." Nia gave Max a gentle smile, then a wink... before wincing and letting out a groan of pure agony. "Ok... home... please."
Matt kept hold of Nia as they followed after Max, trading to be in front of the woman to allow her to grip his pack as Max preferred to keep a single file.
Max let out a humored breath, "Slow? Maybe, but I'm going to take the shortest path I can sort out." And Max kept the group going through the fog and to the edge of a massive rally point near a wall that stretched to the sky, when it was thorough painted landscapes, and bleeding swamps of foul stenches. Even when they found a road, Max had them cut straight across rather than use it to pay a toll. It was hours of hiking, that required rest as Max was coughing up flecks of blood, and either Matt or Casia patched her or Nia up. Somewhere in a jungle, the punk's sweat was inking her tank top black. A wet and oily mark spread from the apex of her thighs.
The woman threw herself against a tree, moaning and growling, squirming as if she was trying to crawl out of her skin. Max kept her eyes closed, but her fangs being out as all that necessary to know as to their condition. Her fingers ripped at the bark of the tree, breaking off two fingernails in the process of tearing a hole back into reality and Oahu. She broke down, ripping at her clothes to delve her fingers into that inky blackness dripping from her holes, moaning like carnal beast as she consumed it.
Nia, from behind Matt, watched Max and frowned. She pushed him slightly toward the portal to reality. "Go, we need to go. I'll call Owen to come and get her. I don't think either of us is in a strong enough place to give her any of the help she might need. And I don't want to die this way after everything we've been through already today." She groaned darkly and moved through behind Matt, reaching to pull her phone out from the little side pocket of her pants. "I'll get Owen for you, Max." She called it out loudly enough to the other woman to let her know that she was getting help, as soon as possible.
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