Blakely chats with Scott's unconscious form as he carries him slowly back towards the portal; of which he guesstimated was about 9 or so yards away. "Good thing you don't weigh nothin' but a bag of oats," he says, adjusting Scott's limp form on his shoulder and patting his back awkwardly with the hand wrapped around his waist. "I used to carry `em from the store and back for my ma... for the horses, I mean. Ma didn't eat that many oats. Them suckers, though, they ate like pigs, I tell ya- and I know it, too, 'cause we had pigs. Pigs that didn't even eat as much as those horses did! I can't even begin to guess how many bags I carried for those fat bastards." Blakely gives a huff. "We didn't have no car, you see, so we walked just about everywhere and the store was a good couple miles away from our farm. By the time I was 'bout halfway home, carrying two of those bags on each of my shoulders, I was drenched in sweat... and when I did make it home, I just about had to collapse on the porch every time. Ma said I ought to have taken the cart, but I hate taking that damn thing. The wheels always got stuck, and the horses were more often than not too lazy to pull it. It took up more time fixin' em than it did just walking with the bags on my shoulders. My legs don't get stuck, and I ain't never lazy- not when there's work to do." Sweat dribbles its way down the side of his face and Blakely pauses, gently placing Scott on the trunk of a car.
"It's funny, though," Blakely says, giving his muscles a good stretch and wiping the sweat from his face with a handkerchief he'd produced from one of the pockets hidden within his coat. "I'm not feeling as strong as I normally do. I'm a little out of breath. You think it's the fog, invadin' my lungs and takin' them for hostage? I guess I'm not used to so much humidity..." Blakely hoists Scott back onto his shoulder and continues his walk; spotting the portal not too far away. "Well, fella, it's been a grand ol' time chatting with ya. You really are a great listener. Better than Sadie, anyhow. I think she likes to tune me out. She hasn't said a word to me all day. Probably mad that I haven't used her much for the past couple months... the base in Canada doesn't get much work." Blakely approaches the portal, then- without finesse- he tosses Scott's innate form into it; following behind him only seconds after.
When he emerges on the other side, however, it's not at all what he'd been expecting. Where a peaceful human city should've been waiting, there was only a long stretch of highway leading to a broken down city far off in the distance. Blakely glances downwards at Scott's sleeping form, then weaves his arm around himself to retrieve the battle axe that had been resting against his spine. "Sadie," he murmurs; her name familiar on his tongue. "You're gonna have to forgive me, darlin', `cause it looks like we got some trouble and you're the only one I can count on to get me out of it." He stares at the skyscraper directly next to them; and the building's image seemed to waver before him, causing a painful pulsing sensation to throb within his temples. He tears his eyes away, feeling the ground quake beneath him- making his body tense, his mind snapping to attention as he takes in the form of some... thing... he'd never seen before.
It is not natural for you to accept us?
Blakely roars; nearly dropping Sadie as pain lances through his head, making it feel as though it were a watermelon that had just been split. His fingers tighten on Sadie's hilt; his free hand rushes to press fingers deep into his temples; he closes his eyes, but that does not stop the visions from crashing through his brainwaves. Images of people in fear, anger, despair, hatred, loathing- all flashing through his mind at an ungodly pace. His knees feel weak and he fights the urge to vomit.
Suddenly, Sadie's voice breaks through the assault.
"Thomas? Thomas! What's happening? Calm down, Thomas. Take a breath. CALM DOWN! Get away from that thing, Thomas, it's messing with your head. Get away from it now, Thomas! Listen to me, damn it!"
Blakely does as his weapon commands, scooping up Scott's still limp form with his free arm, and backing up as much as he could; spine coming into contact with the railing that lined the highway's edge. Vines lash out from the beast's hide and Blakely swings his axe outwards, cutting through them easily.
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Name:Thomas Blakely Faction: Hunter Division: Sun General appearance: Large, muscular, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed. He's got a big, warm smile and a heavy Southern drawl. He fights with a battle axe named Sadie; formerly a mermaid.
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
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Blakely attempts to attack the thing, but it dodges quicker than he expects such a large beast to be able to. The vines, once again, lash out in his and Scott's direction. He blocks them deftly with Sadie, head still pounding from the closeness of the creature. He turns and he runs; deciding this to be the best option.
"I don't talk to you for just a few days and you get yourself into this mess?!" Sadie's voice is a panicked screech in his ear. The city around them bursts into a mess of vines, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal similar to the pigs Blakely had been speaking of earlier. "I can't believe this, I can't believe this! Where is everyone else! Why are you alone? What sort of training IS this?"
Blakely gives a breathy chuckle as he runs; sweat seeps from every pore on his body, his chest heaves. The fog thickens as he comes to an empty bit of highway; he keeps running, even as the humidity drags at his strength. "It's not training, it's a mission. But I think something went wrong." He squints against the fog, noticing a pair of headlights in the distance. Headlights that were on. "I think that car has keys in it!" He yells, upping his pace as he bolts towards the vehicle.
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Name:Thomas Blakely Faction: Hunter Division: Sun General appearance: Large, muscular, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed. He's got a big, warm smile and a heavy Southern drawl. He fights with a battle axe named Sadie; formerly a mermaid.
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
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Blakely's eyes widen as his approach brings him closer and closer to the car. "A ********' FERRARI, Sadie! A FERRARI!" He wrenches open the door's passenger side, tossing Scott into the seat like the useless bundle of flesh and bones he was. He slams the door hard, lungs working overtime in his chest as he circles around it and slides into the driver's seat. "I can't believe my luck today, I just can't believe it." He murmurs, revving the engine and practically drooling when it hums beneath his touch. "Let's get the ******** out of here!" He slams his foot down on the gas pedal and the car jumps to attention; accelerating smoothly forward, away from the beast and the vines. Blakely whoops loudly, adrenaline- once again- flooding his body with white hot pleasure.
The communications headseat crackles to life. "Another portal has been set up, 10km away from your current location- straight ahead. Get there." The voice on the other end is grim, used to doling out orders. It does not wait for Blakely to respond, instead it just goes dead. Blakely nods to no one in particular, weaving through the abandoned cars that still littered the highway; smile still very apparent on his face. He was driving a <********' Ferrari and that's all that mattered to him. "If I died right now, Sade, I would be a happy man."
"You will die if you don't pay attention to the road, you oaf! Go faster! That thing's catching up!"
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Name:Thomas Blakely Faction: Hunter Division: Sun General appearance: Large, muscular, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed. He's got a big, warm smile and a heavy Southern drawl. He fights with a battle axe named Sadie; formerly a mermaid.
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
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"Just one kilometer left, darlin'!" Blakely grins wickedly as he weaves dangerously through a pair of semitrucks, tires screeching against the road. The beast behind them lets out a great roar and knocks a giant vine into one of the trucks; sending it careening towards the Ferrari.
"s**t!"
The truck's fender just barely manages to smash against the Ferrari's trunk, sending the car into a swirling chaos of both Blakely and Sadie's screams. It whirls, then smashes against the highway's railing. The windshield shatters, sprinkling shards down on top of Blakely and Scott. The engine, however, is still in tact. Blakely guns it; determined to make it to their destination before that damned beast squashed them.
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Name:Thomas Blakely Faction: Hunter Division: Sun General appearance: Large, muscular, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed. He's got a big, warm smile and a heavy Southern drawl. He fights with a battle axe named Sadie; formerly a mermaid.
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
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Thankfully, they make it to the portal in one piece. Blakely launches himself out of the car, wrapping around to open up the passenger seat and- suddenly- he is assaulted by Scott's lanky form. The two careen backwards into the road beneath them; with Scott pinning Blakely down with his weight. His eyes are crazed, mouth practically foaming. "What the ******** is going on?? Where am I? Who are you?!"
Blakely blinks innocently up at the male, then- without much problem- tosses him to the side. Scott's head connects sharply with the car's door as he is thrown backwards. He groans, reaching back to touch the wound; then he pulls out a knife, and Blakely frowns at him. "I just saved your hide and you're gonna pull a knife on me? Didn't your mama teach you some manners, boy? Do you even know how to use that thing? You do realize you're half my damn size, don't ya?" The hunter doesn't bother taking out his own weapon, and Scott slashes forward at him rather than answer any of his questioning. Without hesitation, Blakely grabs Scott's wrist; fingers crunching down hard on bone and forcing the boy to cry out and drop the knife to the ground. Without missing a beat, Blakely flips Scott around and grabs his other arm; locking them together with his own gigantic fist and pushing him forward, towards the portal... or, wait...
"The portal's gone, you idiot! You goddamn idiot! You wasted our time and now we're... I'm stranded!"
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Name:Thomas Blakely Faction: Hunter Division: Sun General appearance: Large, muscular, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed. He's got a big, warm smile and a heavy Southern drawl. He fights with a battle axe named Sadie; formerly a mermaid.
Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
