[Timeline: Takes place 20~ish days after Running up that Hill.] [Warnings: Blood, Gore, Crude/NSFW Language]
Michael had slept pretty well over the last few days, tending to Vic and Anastasia was easier than his life had been recently. His mind was still running over the mess up at Morad and Moira had still been out, feverantly looking for Arno. Michael kept putting money on her card as she spent through it, making sure she'd never run out. That's when he got a little pop up from a news article with Criel. "Anastasia. Pull this article. " he demanded, turning in his chair to look at her.
Pulling herself out of digging through files upon files to try to find stuff on herself, Anastasia quickly closed the fifteen or so tabs and windows she had open on trying to find something. Looking up, she pulled the article up, as it had been pinging in the back of her mind for a couple seconds, but she had been ignoring it as she was rather deep into the files she had been digging through. "Yes, sir." Anastasia stated as her eyes went back and forth as she read the file, soon relaying what it had said, thankfully not verbatim. "Bounty Arno the Shark attempted apprehension on [Date] at [Time], Arno the Shark fled the scene, killing personnel before hijacking a car. Pulling up video feed now." She stated before pulling up the video of Arno jacking the car, putting it onto one of the larger screens.
Michael sucked in a breath and started watching the video. "Trace the records for the license plate on the vehicle, see if you can't backdoor your way into the standard gps chips built into that model." He commanded, scrolling through information and calling Moira via the computer.
"Sir, yes sir." Anastasia stated quickly as she closed her eyes and her body sank forward, going into a full dive as she found it much easier to find that sort of information when she had all of her power focused onto it.
Grumbling to herself as the phone started ringing, Moira pulled off to the side before picking it up, "Yeah, what is it?" she asked, having been in the middle of a nice stretch of highway that was easy to look through for people.
"We've started tracking Arno. He's an a red four door sedan license plate GH1-53LZ, we are currently tracking him via GPS. He's about four miles north of your location if the information right." He turned to look at Anastasia and then back to his computer, seeing stuff pop up on his screen.
On the bottom corner of the computer screen, a small tiny ghost figure was shuffling about, pulling up files. It seemed to be a little avatar that Anastasia was using as she dove.
Sucking in a breath, she closed her left eye as she put the phone between her shoulder and her ear, the awkward motion so she could keep talking as she put the car back in gear. "Four miles north, huh?" she asked, soon giving up on holding the phone to her ear, so she used her psychokinesis to hold the wheel as she changed where she had the phone and put it on speaker. "Can you keep me updated on that?"
As she she asked, a voice came through not the phone, but the car speakers. "I can keep you updated, Moira. Please do not worry." Anastasia said through the speakers, the little ghost avatar on the computer having two little bubbles hovering over it. One for Arno's coordinates and one for Moira's.
Michael nodded and let Anastasia take over, watching and listening, scrolling through any eye witness accounts. "I'm picking up police traffic. A call just came in from a rest stop and was suddenly cut short. Dispatch says it sounded like loud eating ."
Moira frowned, changing gears on the car and pushing the pedal down hard, ignoring the sudden noises of distress as Anastasia realized just how fast that she was going.
"Moira it is not safe to go that fast - you should slow down!" Anastasia said quickly, her voice sounding slightly panicky as she watched the speed meter hitting 100 MPH.
Michael cut off Anastasia. "She will be fine. She's looking for a loved one. You won't slow her down. Just how the door did not slow her..." he sighed softly and sipped from his mug which was finding a lot of use lately.
Anastasia whined softly, hoping that if the car cashed that her consciousness wasn't lost with it. "You are closing in on his position." She said quickly, wanting to back out of the car, but she knew that this meant a lot to Moira, so she was trying to do her best to help. The coordinates above her head on the computer were slowly getting closer to each other, though the avatar seemed a little panicked.
Gripping the wheel, she leaned forward a bit, eyes narrowing as she sped down the highway, doing her best to not completely destroy the car as she drove.
The vehicle Arno was reported in was headed down a dirt road, headlights turned to brights and slowly weaving between trees. His route didn't make sense. Then he slowly turned to the left, looking out of the window behind himself and cursed. He let out an angry noise and pulled the car over, climbing out. He looked worse for the wear. His mohawk was grungy, covered in dried blood and he wasn't wearing a shirt. He had furs on his body and had been growing a small beard. He stood hunched over, like a killer in the night.
Seeing the car in question, she soon followed it, having to slow down to dodge any trees as she tried to follow him. Though as he pulled over, she pulled hard on the wheel and put on the break, kicking up grass and dirt as the jeep came to an abrupt halt. "Arno! It's me, Moira!" She called out, leaving the phone in the car as she got out, squinting through the dirt before she waved it to the side with her geokinesis. Eyes widening as she saw the state that he was in, she stood her ground, suddenly feeling a bit of unease.
"Sir, both cars have stopped." Anastasia said quietly.
Michael nodded. "All we can do is wait."
Arno stared her down, just another tragedy waiting to happen. He had no idea who this woman was but he could see she was definitely a meta. He snapped his jowls, looking like a cornered animal. He stamped the ground and grunted. "You bounty hunters are in for some hard work if you are looking to capture me. I'll eat you where you stand." he warned, slowly shifting his weight as he took a step back.
A pain shot through her heart as she heard that, "I'm not a bounty hunter!" She shouted, doing her best to get her emotions in order, slowly sliding into a fighting stance. "But if I have to fight you to bring you back home, I will." her expression went from saddened to that of a warrior, but there was still some distress. Moira, while not as downtrodden as Arno, still looked fairly worse for wear, having been hunting for him for weeks now. Her hair a mess, same with her clothes, but she kept the shark tooth necklace around her neck.
He snarled and grew into his feral form, standing substantially larger than the last time she'd seen it. He stood a whopping eight foot six. He shook his muscles, them rippling as armor seemed to nestle onto his form. Covered in breastplate, cloth and carrying now in his hands a large anchor. He'd become an adult surviving out in the wild. "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you get. I'm not going back anywhere. I'm not a prisoner. “
Eyes widening, Moira actually took a step back. That was new. "No, you're not a prisoner, I just want to take you home, you idiot!" She shouted, frowning as she moved her right hand to grip her left shoulder, the gems quickly growing and creating an arm that she could use [Fist of Stone] before she went back into a fighting position. "Stupid shark.." she muttered to herself.
Arno started swinging the anchor in a tight circle, not making sense of what she was saying. "I'm a murderer. I have no home." He repeated, slowly increasing in volume. "You won't trick me. I've never had a home." it was obvious her hoodie was gone too, the only thing remaining a few pink shreds that had been stuck to his body via dried blood.
"You do have a home, with me!" She shouted, glancing up at the anchor that he was starting to swing. That didn't bode well. Grimacing, Moira quickly looked around and decided to go with what her gut reaction was. Running forward, she suddenly dove forward and seemed to vanish into the ground [Geokinesis - Meld into Earth], hopefully using her momentum to slide her further through earth before effectively swimming through it [Geokinesis - burrow]. She had a plan, and hopefully it worked.
He tossed the anchor, trying to stop her, but the wounds he had received from the bullets threw his arm off and he clubbed two trees in half with the anchor. He let loose a roar and started to reel the anchor back, losing track of her. He stopped, sniffing the air, desperately trying to locate her.
Moving in the ground under his feet, Moira was trying to judge her distance from him through what she could remember. Even though she was just under the surface of the earth, she still couldn't see through it. Taking a couple more moments to adjust where she figured she was in relation to him - hoping she was behind him now - she adjusted her positioning and did her best to send herself hurling out of the ground towards him, intent on tackling him. [Grapple check - 42]
There was a quick rumble and suddenly Arno felt himself shift off of the ground to lying on the ground underneath this woman, losing grasp of his anchor. He started to try and thrash wildly, unable to break out of her grapple. His feet kicked, his movements starting to get slower and slower, his nostrils flaring in agony. He found feel the wounds on his back aching. [Counter Grapple - 24]
The dirt was now in his face. She had his back and it drove him mad. This woman claimed to know him. He knew him too. He was a murderer, that's what the board said.
Pinning Arno to the ground as hard as she could, trying her best to straddle him, she held him down with the both arms, not wanting to hurt him as she screamed at him. "LISTEN HERE YOU STUPID s**t, I LOVE YOU." She shouted, starting to break down. "I've been trying to find you since I found out that Michael didn't ******** bring you back!"
His head started to hurt. Love...? Michael...? The words sounded so familiar. The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. "Who...loves a monster like me....?" He questioned, his struggle slowly stopping until he was just still resting underneath her.
Feeling his trashing slow down and then stopping, she stopped pinning him down and instead just laid down on top of him, which was a strange sensation as he was so much taller than her in this form. "Me, you idiot. I thought you died when you didn't answer your phone.." she whispered, her real hand resting on his shoulder, wanting to see his face, to kiss him, but if he had snapped at her when she had punched him in a fury, it was probably not a good idea to try and kiss him if he was like this.
He breathed slowly, trying to catch his breath. His shoulder hurt so bad. His body hurt so bad. "Then....give me a place to stay. I'm...so tired...." he whispered, hoping she could hear him. He couldn't get his voice high enough. "I'm so tired...." he repeated. He was going to trust her. The smell she gave off was familiar to the hoodie he'd discarded. Maybe she was important to him.
Sliding off of him, Moira stood up and helped him up, brows furrowing as she looked up into his face. "I'll give you a place to stay - right now we should make sure no one follows us." she looked him over, trying to come up with an idea. Looking around, she looked over to the car and suddenly got an idea. "Get in the jeep, I want to make sure you're not caught in this." she said quickly, pointing over to the black tactical jeep where her phone was still on.
He nodded and slowly shifted down into his smaller, more vulnerable form. His left eye was milky white and he seemed to be favoring the right side of his body a lot more than usual. He hobbled along behind her, his muscles screaming and his mind panicking. This was the first nice thing anyone has done for him. He clambered into the jeep, wincing as he placed his bloody back against its seats.
Michael heard movement after the cracking of trees. "Is everything alright Moira...?"
Once Arno was in the jeep, Moira actually jumped when she heard Michael's voice, having thought that she had ended the call. "Uh - yeah. I can't really talk much right now, I need to make sure no one follows us." She stated before turning towards the other car and sliding down deep into a horse stance, bringing up two pillars on either of the other car and smashing it between the pillars in a terrifying screech of metal and rock. "There." she huffed a little, crawling into the driver's seat and taking in a deep breath.
Arno just watched her do her thing. Oddly impressed by it. He could have been that car. He'd give her a chance. He watched her move back to the car and waited patiently. He reached over and turned off the phone. "No phones. Phones are bad."
Moira looked at him, a little confused, but just went with it for now. If anything, she could just send a text if need be. Sighing and shaking her head, she buckled up and started off, driving carefully through the trees, doing her best to get out of the mess of dirt roads and forest that they had ended up in.
Sliding back into her body not too long after the noise ended, Anastasia shuddered for a moment as she regained the feeling in her extremities. "I-I can keep track of her car, but the other car is now missing from my tracking."
Arno groaned at all the bumps, slowly dragging the seat belt over himself after much effort. He turned his head to look at her, trying to figure out who she was exactly to him. "I don't...remember you." He explained, his milky eye twitching a bit with the airflow.
Michael shook his head. "I heard what sounded like Arno. And if she's on the move, then we may be okay." He nodded. "You did exemplary." He gave her a thumbs up.
Anastasia smiled softly before she unhooked her DNI and leaned back against the wall, "Thank you, sir. I do have to say, I do not want to ghost into a car again any time soon.. that was frightening."
Moira glanced at him quickly, keeping her right hand on the wheel as she quickly went back to looking down the road. Staying silent after he had spoke, she took in a deep, shaky breath, "I'm your girlfriend..." she said simply.
"Oh..." he looked down at the floorboard. "So I'm not just a murderer...?" He questioned, closing his eyes and seeing the bounty again. "I had..a happy life...?"
"Well, no - no one is just a murderer." She spoke quickly, keeping her eyes on the road as she tried to keep her emotions in check, but the tears were sliding down her face as she spoke. "Your life was - and is - happy as we can make it, all things considered. We cuddle every night when we we're both in the base, you'd help me with my hair, I'd help you get stronger, we'd have an insane amount of sex.." she chuckled a little at the last part, sniffling a bit as she just let the tears slide down her face. "I just - when you didn't answer your phone.. I thought you died.."
"Until I was dug out-of that building, I thought I was dead." He replied, nodding slowly and letting out a hiss of air. "I...messed something up nice...i...hey, don't cry. And yeah...your hair's a mess." He stroked the hair on his chin and looked out of the side of the Humvee. He ducked into the seat, seeing police vehicles pass them.
Sniffling again, she could tell that the man that she loved was still in there, which was good, but it was going to take a lot of time to build things back up. Trying to stop her tears, her expression changed quickly when she saw the police cars, "I should have a bag with a blanket or two in it in the back, there's also some clothes. Do with those as you will." She said quickly, figuring that he should probably try to hide himself, somewhat.
He continued to breathe in the scent of her, undoing his seatbelt and grabbed the bag from the back. If she was looking, she'd see the bullet wounds in his shoulder. He started to get the clothes together, stopping to sniff the clothes. It smelled nice. Really nice. His body heated up with a new vigor and he crawled out of his tattered, dirty clothes. He could tell her probably smelled. His only baths had been in rainwater and just enough to get cleaned off. He stopped rot a moment as his head passed her and sniffed her a few times. "You....smell really familiar...."
Focusing on the driving for a bit, her train of thought nearly crashed from his comment. "Well, I would hope so considering how many times you ******** my brains out before you apparently lost yours." Moira said quickly, taking a turn onto the highway, trying to get back to the point where she could go as fast as she wanted to. The faster the better.
He smiled sadly. That sounded ...pleasant. he nodded slowly and sat back down. "Must've been nice." He played idly with his hands. Something about the language and things she was saying made his heart race. "So....I...you...are my girlfriend. And we had a place to stay...but you have a ring on your hand. Am I a homewrecker..?"
Moira smiled sadly, "No, you're not. The simplest way to put it, my husband and I have a relationship that allows me to have multiple partners if I desire - and I ended up falling in love with you." as she spoke, she merged onto the highway, glancing back over to Arno. "Buckle up and hold on tight." before she put the pedal to the metal and sped down the highway.
Arno pulled the seat belt again with a little effort and sat back down, only wiggling to readjust the pants he was wearing. After a few minutes of that he looked over. "Is your husband as nice as you are...?" He questioned. He realized she never actually hit him.
"Generally? Yes. He's not really a people-person, though, so he might take some time to get used to you.." She continued to keep her eyes on the road, wanting to make sure that they got back to the base generally in one piece. "You'll be able to meet him properly once we get back and get you cleaned up."
"So I've never met him?" He added that to his thoughts. "Has he been out for a while?" He questioned asking innocent questions, not aware of what was up with Vic anymore.
The questions were calming her down a bit, keeping her emotions in check, "Well you technically met him, but I don't think he was conscious. He was unconscious when I saw him...and he's been in a facility that tortures our kind." Moira glanced over to Arno, smiling a little sadly, "But you saved him from that place."
"Oh...?" He smiled at the thought. I saved someone...I did. He nodded and took in a deep breath. "Cool. So I'm kind of a hero. Like an anti hero. I just also kill things. " He spit a bone shard out the side of the vehicle and closed his eyes. "Is our bed comfy...?"
She chuckled a little bit, nodding to the bed question, "It is, though it's going to take us a couple days to get back, so I hope you're still up for a bit more camping. Though... I am going to stop, hopefully, at a place near a river or lake so you can take a bath."
He nodded. "I need soap...and toothpaste..." he wiggled uncomfortably and frowned. "Wish there was a bed. But, at least no more rain. No more mud. No more dirt. Bugs, animals..." he recalled a time where he was sleeping g and a bear interrupted his sleep. Needless to say it learned a permanent lesson. Also, bear was tough.
Arno wasn't sure if he was going to be able to sleep near someone. The recent days had not been nice to him.
"Well - if you can manage to wrap yourself up pretty nicely, I can get us a motel room for the night and stop at a place for some necessities for you. Grab some food.." Moira had gotten used to the life she had been living for the past couple weeks - practically living out of the car and on the money that Michael had been sending her. She was sure that she had a bank account at some point, but couldn't remember the numbers to it.
Arno nodded and started rummaging through things, fitting a shirt into a makeshift hood. He couldn't do anything about shoes. So he took a pair of her large ones and slipped them over his feet. "How's that ...?"
Glancing over, she chuckled, "It should do for now, just also cover yourself with the blanket too - I'll say that you're sick and that you need to keep warm." She said with a smile, still speeding down the highway a ways, wanting to get far away from where they had originally pinpointed Arno.
He nodded and wrapped up in the blanket. It wasn't too much after getting warm and cozy in it that the smell of her started to make him fall asleep. Very soon, he was snoring into the blanket.
Hearing the snoring, Moira smiled, happy that he was starting to relax. That was going to make things easier by a lot, more so if she made sure his face was covered when she went out. About three hours after Arno had fallen asleep, she started to slow down, pulling into a small little town that barely had anything, clearly just a spot to stop while on a long trip. Stopping at a drug store, she double-checked that Arno was hidden enough before heading into the store, not taking more than 5 minutes to get in and out and grab what they needed. Getting back in, she stopped at a fast food place and asked for clearly what was their largest order in a long time before making her way to the motel.
Arno started to rouse at the smell of food, drooling into the blanket. It smelled so good! It was much different than the rudimentary stuff he'd been eating. he'd always been hungry, but eating enough to pass for the day. The people he'd eaten had been most of the fuel. He opened his eyes slowly and sat up. "Nnn food...?" He looked up at the sign. "Bed....shower...food...."
Hearing the shark stir, she glanced back at him and smiled, "Yeah - let me go get a room you can stay here and start eating. I hopefully got enough food, but if not, I can always go out for more." Moira parked the car and hopped out, thankful that she only had a warrant on her head for now. Sure, it was annoying, but they could only just call about her - and if she was this far out, they tended to not have the posters out here. It didn't take too long, or too much cash, for her to get the room as she returned to the jeep, swinging the key on the small ring on her finger, "Ready to get a proper shower and rest?"
He had his mouth half full with the sixth double cheeseburger and turned to look at her, lettuce hanging from his mouth. He nodded at her and pulled the hood back up and over, shoving the burger into his face and grabbing the bag of food. He wrestled with the drink carrier and slipped out of the jeep, following behind her with his head down.
Shaking her head a little and smiling down at him, she grabbed the bag full of the items that she had grabbed at the drugstore, she walked over to room number 5 and unlocked it. It wasn't fancy or anything, but it would do. One bed, but it was a bed. "You go shower and clean up - here, "she handed him the bag from the drug store as she closed the door behind her, "This has soap, a toothbrush, toothpaste, a towel, and a couple other things in there too. Just... leave the clothes on the floor, they have a small coin-operated washer in the lobby I can use when you're done."
He nodded and stripped out of his clothes, brushing his teeth first and rinsing his mouth in the sink. He saw little bits of flesh and bone finally get worked out of his jaw. He brushed one more time before walking his naked body into the shower and turning on the hottest water he could manage. The bullet wounds were still fresh and they stung as they hit open air again.
Once Arno had headed into the small bathroom, Moira went about making sure that any and all windows were shut and locked tight and closing the blinds. Once that was done, she sat down a couple feet away from the door into the room as she ate. She could have eaten more, considering the amount of food that she had bought, but she only ate two of the double cheeseburgers and a large fry.
Arno stopped for a moment, hearing windows lock and click. He turned and peered around the corner. "Why." It wasn't really a question, more of a statement. "Better not be a trap." he warned, looking over his shoulder, unable to help his natural reactions and survival instincts.
"It's a precaution." Moira stated before taking a bite of a burger, "Something I picked up when I was trying to find you. You have a bounty, I have a warrant. I want to make sure no one surprises us. When you're done washing up, I'll take the clothes to get them washed, then I'll come back and you can sleep - I'll stay up and take first watch."
He nodded. He didn't realize she had a warrant. Partners. He shook his head and hopped in the shower. It took him about a half hour but he came out clean and fresh smelling, a towel wrapped around his head and not much else.
When Arno was done showering, Moira glanced over at him and looked him over, a slight grin creeping onto her lips but she quickly forced it away. "You hurt anywhere?" she asked, moving to stand up and stretching a little bit.
"Yes. I was shot several times." He replied bluntly and sat down on the bed. He turned his shoulder to show her the three spots. Two bruises and one pierce.
Looking over his back, she sucked in a breath - she didn't get anything to help with this. "I might... have to go get more supplies for this. Do you think you can stand being on your own in here for a little bit?" She asked, "I can also get more food."
"I...just...I don't know. I'm ...if you are safety...I don't want to be alone. I'm honestly scared." he replied, looking at her, one grey eye one white eye. "If you can just dig out the bullet. I think it's just lodged in there..."
Blood & Gore warning
"Alright.." Moira sighed, sitting down on the bed behind him, the crackling of her gem arm showing up as she placed her real hand on his shoulder, "It's going to hurt.." she whispered, carefully doing her best to dig out the bullet with the gem arm, using the claw-like tips instead of flat fingers.
He put the towel in his mouth and screamed into it, feeling her fingers work into the nasty wound. He kept his eyes closed and reached down gripping the metal bed frame and feeling it creak underneath his grip.
Feeling bad that she was technically hurting him, she still pushed past the guilt and dug a little further. After a couple more arduous seconds, she pulled the bullet out and tossed it towards the bathroom, intending to clean it off and tossing it in the parking lot. "Alright.. it's out.." she said quietly, soon standing up and rummaging through the bag from the drug store. "Did I even.... buy anything?"
He grunted and panted softly. Now that the bullet was out, there was only stinging. He sucked in a deep breath and shook his head. " if you have any tape or cloth...just tape it on there. Some mouthwash on it or something to clean it." He took some labored breaths. He stared at the bullet and shook his head.
Moira nodded, grabbing the mouthwash that she had bought and grabbing one of the soiled shirts from earlier. Pouring some mouthwash on the wound, she patted it gently before easily ripping shirt apart and wrapping Arnos chest and shoulder to keep it sealed.
He continued to hiss in pain but understood this pain was necessary. He bit softly on his lip and smiled at her. ,"Thank you so much..." he pat his stomach and closed his eyes.
"You rest up. I'll... clean things up in the morning." she smiled a bit and sat down next to the bed, leaning against it as she just kept her eyes on the door. She was determined to keep first watch, just to keep him safe. She didn't want to lose him again.
He nodded and curled up naked in bed, ducking under the covers."Are....you gonna stay awake...? You...look really tired." He leaned over to look at her and then exhaustedly laid back.
Moira looked back at him and nodded, "Yeah. I'll sleep when you wake up after we get more food." She stated, rubbing her eyes a bit, "I'll be fine, don't worry about me, Arno."
"Are you sure...?" He said sleepily, yawning and falling asleep without much as a peep.
Moira nodded, keeping her eyes focused on the door. She was fine in keeping first watch for a couple hours, but slowly, eventually, she nodded off. Jerking awake only two hours after she had nodded off at the sound of someone slamming a door down the hall, another person walking off cursing loudly and sounding very angry that their lay didn't go as well as they thought it would have, she shook her head and went to rub her eyes. That was until she noticed that at some point during the two hours she had fallen asleep the shark had grabbed her arm and was partially cuddling with her. Smiling softly, she shifted how she was sitting so she could at least bend her arm to rub her eyes. She was so exhausted, but she needed to keep going for a little longer.
Arno continued to sleep soundly, even through the slamming doors, his hold body ragdolling against her. It was obvious that he had been straining himself over the near month he'd been gone. Every once in awhile, he'd kick his foot as if fighting something and then settle down.
Rubbing her eyes a bit more, she moved to sit on the bed, just staring down at Arno before slowly, carefully moving to cuddle him, having missed him far too much to stay away. With it being close to daytime now, she figured that things would be fine - that and she was enough on edge that maybe, maybe , she could get another hour or two of shut eye.
Arno felt warmth, and it was good. Reflexively, he shoved his face in her chest, taking comfort in a bosom that he knew, but couldn't recall. His body knew this person. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, the strength in his arms a lot more than it used to be.
Smiling as she was held tight, Moira let out a pleased sigh and closed her eyes, soon curling up around him the best she could before allowing herself to drift to sleep. It was, for the first time in weeks, the best sleep she had.
[End Day One]
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 5:06 pm
[Start Day Two]
He didn't wake up until some time after noon, slowly waking against her and flushing colors a little bit. His mind was telling him this was a new experience. He slowly wiggled away from her, scrounging through the leftovers to eat. He hunched down near the food and stuffed his face noisily. He turned his head back to look at her, then the bullet in the floor and moved to the sink to wash his face.
Moira had ended up staying unconscious for much longer than she was expecting, jerking awake when Arno started to move away from her. Groaning, she slowly sat up once he had moved away, she rubbed her face and eyes. "Sorry," she mumbled, soon stretching as well and causing her back and shoulders to pop, "Didn't mean to be out for that long."
He shook his head, cleaning his face. And completely forgetting the fact he was still naked. He walked back into the room, standing in front of her. "It's okay...you looked really tired too. I..it was nice. You are really good smelling. It helps me sleep.”
As Arno walked back into the room, Moira's eyes started at his own, but slowly moved downward. Taking a couple second to just enjoy the view, she snapped her eyes back up to look at his face, "I was exceptionally tired... and we used to sleep like that a lot..."
He nodded. "And apparently ******** your brains out. I saw where you were looking." He laughed softly and looked around the room. Nothing was shuffled. He figured she was telling the truth at this point. She could have threw him in a tight sack and carried him in for a big bounty.
Moira looked away for a moment and sighed, "I should get the clothes cleaned, but I can probably do that a little later. If anything, I can just buy a couple more things for now.. though I should probably shower before we head out again." as she stood up, she put her hand on her hip and twisted her upper torso to one side, cracking her back before proceeding to crack her neck. "Mm.. yes." she mumbled softly, heading over to the shower. "Once I get done, we should probably head out again." she called out from the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door as she got undressed, clearly too used to having Arno around.
He watched her, listening to her words, and don't stop watching her. It was a great view, checking her from this angle. He couldn't help but feel his body heat up. "Well...no wonder...." he swallowed. "Okay. I'll get dressed and covered back up then. “
"You can take your time with that for now. It'll take me awhile to try and get my hair in order - though.." she paused and looked down at the stump of her arm, getting an idea. Starting the shower, she walked into the hot water and closed the curtain, sighing in relief as it felt like all the stress in her muscles was starting to melt away. As she just stood there under the water, her head just barely touching the shower head, she slowly created the gem arm - this time with a blade instead of a hand at the end. Grabbing her hair near the nape of her neck, she pulled up and shifted how she was holding it before moving the blade hand up to it. Sawing at it, she soon felt quite a bit of weight removed from her head, her hair now short and sticking messily to the back of her neck. Looking at the mass of now tangled and wet hair, she tossed it outside of the shower curtain and onto the floor.
He watched her hair hit the floor. "Cutting your hair...? You brought a razor...? I...I could use a trim. I don't like this beard." He explained, walking into the bathroom with no sense of boundaries.
"I didn't buy a razor, I used my gem arm." Moira said quickly, opening the curtain a bit more, showing off her new haircut and the knife arm, "No place has scissors or a razor strong enough for my hair..so.."
"Oh...so...I'm willing to believe we were an item. So please, give me a trim. My nose is never wrong. I know that you are important. I....dreamed you were important. Even though...my brain won't tell me right. I can't remember you but I remember you."
Moira blinked a couple times, "I - well, I can try to give you a trim, I've never given anyone a trim before.." she said quickly, having to bend over a little to even just gently grab his face with her right hand, "I...would like to know what you mean by remembering but not remembering.."
"Like...you smell comforting...? And not full of malice or contempt. Almost...clean, if that means anything. Like...like a rocky hillside..." he recalled, some of the words he'd said to her before. "I can't honestly say I know every bit about you, or that I can recall what I know...I know I'm hurting you, I just can't fix it."
She stared into his eyes, her heart aching a little bit as she finally noticed the one milky-white eye. Was that because it was damaged, or did something else happen? Taking in a breath, she let out a soft sigh, "As...long as you can recall a little bit, it's okay." Moira smiled softly, leaning in to try to kiss him on the lips, wanting to just try that before she gave him a shave.
His body rippled as she got closer and closer, and he closed his good eye and let it happen. If anything could help him remember. He parted his lips slowly, his heart accelerating in his chest.
Just giving him a soft, gentle kiss, she pulled back and looked down at him, "Well.. I guess I should try and give you a shave." she smiled softly, having to actually nearly sit down so she could try and shave his face.
He nodded, his breath having escaped from his lungs for the moment and stood still, watching her blade arm. This would be the last test. If she shaved his face without trying to slash him open, he'd pledge loyalty. Easily.
Looking his face over, Moira ended up turning the water of the shower off and sitting down on the edge of the tub, this way it'd be a little easier for her to at least see and hopefully get everything. "Well, this'll be interesting...uhm - it might nick you a little bit.." she muttered, gently grabbing Arnos chin again and pushing his face to one side, bringing the bladed hand up to it and gently running the blade over his flesh, slowly working on shaving his face. It was clear that she was nervous, but trying to keep her hands from shaking, and that she didn't want to hurt him.
He stood still like a statue, waiting, keeping his breathing steady and watching her. "......" he could feel the hair slide away from his face. She was being gentle, even for being such a giant. He was pretty happy about that. So he was in love with a gentle giant. He smiled and then dropped the smile, keeping still once more until she was finished. He rubbed his face lightly. "Oooo....smooth..."
It took her awhile to finish shaving his face, long enough that when she had finished the bladed gem arm was starting to vanish on it's own. "I could have gone closer, I just.. didn't want to cut your face." Moira frowned a little before leaning in to kiss his cheek, "I'd risk missing a hair or two than cutting your face."
"I've got a nice face..." he smiled, looking over into the mirror and then back to her face. "I know you aren't trying to capture me. I just...I want to say you have my loyalty...for taking care of me and bringing me here."
"Well - I told you it before and I'm going to tell you again, I'm never going to use you." She continued to sit on the edge of the tub and smiled softly at him, happy to see that he seemed to slowly be returning to her, bit by bit. "I missed you."
"I'm...glad someone did." He replied, timidly reaching out to touch her face. "I lost sight of my left eye somewhere down the line...I think it's when I gained my new vision. It..uh...let's me see heat." he darted his eye around. "But...it doesn't work otherwise."
Her happy expression changed to one of a mix of pain and horror, "You- you can't see out of it?" Moira asked softly, her brows furrowing, bringing her hand up to gently touch Arnos face. When he mentioned a new vision, she sat up a bit more, "Wait - new... vision, like a new power?" she asked quickly.
He nodded. "Yeah...I...can hunt with it. It's pretty nifty. Sometimes it let's me see through walls and shallow holes in the ground." He smiled, showing his teeth off. He leaned into her hand, seeking the affection suddenly.
Rubbing her thumb against his cheek, she just stared at him. Aside from the eye, it didn't seem like that much changed about him, he still seemed the same height, but if he had a new power, wouldn't that mean that he had grown? There was always that chance, but it had been awhile since she had witnessed anyone growing, so maybe things were different now. "Well, that will come in handy."
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He nodded. "Yeah probably..." he ran his thumbs down the side of her face, feeling her features. "You look...different with short hair...oh, did you need a hand..? I can't imagine it's super easy to wash everywhere with one hand. And I kind of interrupted your shower. “
"I think I'll be good." Moira smiled a bit, "I have at least one more use of that stone arm, so I'll use that. Besides, I think there's a little more food left in the bags. you can eat that while I wash up." She leaned forward and rested her forehead on his.
He shook his head a little. "I ate it all." He smiled, continuing to keep their foreheads together. "Besides, what if we need that extra arm in a fight? I promise I won't try to stick you." He pointed down to his members. "Unless that's what you want." He laughed softly, mulling over the words she'd said to him a lot.
With a soft chuckle, she gave in, moving to turn the water on, though as he pointed down, she couldn't help but grin. "Normally I would accept that offer, but right now I'm going to have to decline, if anything because we're still on the run and I don't want to pay for room repairs."
If she really did stop to examine, that'd be about the only place his regular body grew in. He waited for the water to turn on and grabbed the scrub before she could get to it and lathered it up. "Now let me help." He demanded, starting on her back and taking care to scrub around her gems.
Laughing a little bit more, she moved to sit in the tub, knowing that she was far too tall, "Fine fine, I'll let you help." she leaned forward a bit so more of her back was visible to him.
He got down and continued to scrub, moving her body as he went to work and getting more soap as he needed it. It was the least he could do for her. After getting the back side of her body. He crawled over her shoulder and started to scrub her front, making sure to get under her boobs and any nook or cranny.
As she was scrubbed over, Moira seemed to start dozing off again, content with her current situation, though as Arno moved to scrub her front, she snapped herself awake. Looking at him, she smiled a bit more, having to shove aside the urge to pin him against a wall and have her way with him, it really wasn't the time or place for that. Maybe once they got back to the base.
He looked up at her and scrambled haphazardly down to get her most private parts and her legs. Once done , he grabbed shampoo and started working it into her scalp. "Help, much more efficient." he smiled, taking care of her.
"Definitely.." She murmured, leaning into his hands when he started to work on her scalp. Without the massive length of hair in the way, washing her hair was fairly fast and simple. With fewer knots to deal with and a lot less hair, washing it was done in a fraction of the time. "I almost forgot how fantastic you were at scratching my scalp.." Moira let out a very happy sigh as she leaned into him a little more.
He laughed softly. "It's because I have small hands." He replied, letting her hair rinse and then climbing out of the tub to dry off. He got a few towels ready for her, waiting for her to turn off the water before he went to trying to dry her off.
After turning off the water, she stood up slowly and just watched Arno moving to dry her off, "I can dry myself off, silly." She laughed a bit, moving to try and grab one of the towels, "Come on".
He laughed and dipped to the side, misjudging the distance and falling against the counter, but catching himself. He tossed the towel at her. "I...sorry. I slipped." he shook his head and ran his fingers through his mohawk. "I'll go get dressed." He scurried off into the other room, getting into a change of clothes.
Moira felt her heart seem to get stuck in her throat as she saw him falling, though she let out a slightly worried but happy sound when he caught himself. "Make sure to hide yourself!" She said quickly as she picked up one of the towels and started to dry herself off, soon looking down to the mass of hair she had left in the middle of the floor. Picking it up, she wrapped a towel around it and tossed it in the plastic bag from the drug store before walking out of the bathroom.
He was in pants too big for him and a shirt to follow, then wrapped a towel up and over his head and face, then pulled a blanket from the car over his head too just to add the extra layer. He nodded at her and gave her a thumbs up.
Chuckling a little, Moira smiled at him, "Looks good." she said before leaning down and getting dressed herself. After she put her underwear on, she pulled on a loose fitting tank top and a pair of sweatpants that fit her more like a long pair shorts. "Alright. We'll stop for food first then head out of this town. Sound good?" She asked, running her hand through her short hair, clearly needing to get used to it.
He nodded. "You need to eat, and I'm really thirsty." He replied, waiting patiently for her. "I can carry stuff. I will follow behind you."
Moira frowned at him, "You're not a servant, Arno." she sighed, leaning down to pick up the bag she had put her mass of old hair in, figuring she could do something with it - they had spoken on it before she had left, and she planned on keeping that idea.
"I know, I know. But I'm not gonna let you carry everything. What if someone tries to get me? I need your hands free to punch them. I can tell just by staring at your muscles, you pack a wallop."
"I think we'll be fine as we're getting to the car." She frowned a little more, not liking that line of thought at all. "We're parked just outside and we don't have much." Moira stated as she kept a hold on the one bag, soon moving over to the other bag that held the excess clothing in it.
He nodded. "Fine, fine. I'll let you carry it." He replied. His shoulder wasn't hurting so bad after some good rest. And he was aching to get to the place they called home.
Once she had gotten pretty much all of their stuff, she went to the door, unlocked it and opened it. Looking around, she started to head to the jeep.
He followed closely behind, keeping his head down, and following her scent. It was a little harder to do because all this stuff smelled like her.
Unlocking and opening the jeep door, she threw the stuff inside and slid into the driver's seat, "Let's see... we can hit up the same place I got the food from last night.." she leaned back in the seat, thinking, "You're probably still starving, so that might be for the best. Their prices are super low."
He nodded. "Okay, I'm fine with that." He was super agreeable. He buckled himself into the jeep and looked around , deciding to keep himself covered heavily for now, even though it made it really hot.
Getting the car started, she buckled herself in and drove off to the food place, which thankfully had different employees working this time. Looking over to Arno, she tilted her head, "How hungry are you?"
"Heehehehehehe....I want all their chicken...well like fifty of those nuggets and three hamburgers and something to drink." he explained, realizing he was grinning really wide and then looked down at the floorboard.
Smiling at him, she nodded, turning back to the speaker and ordering enough food that would feed a small village. "Three orders of the 50 piece nuggets, six quarter pound hamburgers, three orders of hotcakes, a large coffee, a large soda and... six of those chocolate pastry things." As she rambled off the order, the small screen under the speaker flickered and the voice from the speaker seemed a little stunned, soon calling back to their co-workers to get started on the order.
"O-okay, Ma'am, your total comes to... 52.57$. Please come to the first window to pay." Moira nodded, driving to the first window where a woman in her work uniform went wide-eyed when she saw Moira. Not because of who she was, but because of what she was, "O-oh my you are large." the woman said under her breath as Moira handed over the card. Running it, she soon handed it back, "You will have to wait in the parking lot for the food to be done, Ma'am. We'll have someone run it out to you."
Arno looked over, turning his head deeply to get his right eye into view. It was a lot of getting used to the way his vision was now. He was slightly bothered by it. As if wild land hunting hadn't been enough. Maybe it was punishment.... He put a hand on Moira's leg. "Thank you for the grub."
"You're welcome." She smiled down at him before driving the jeep to a parking spot near the door, "I got a lot of food because I intend to drive for most of the day, minimal stops." She said with a slight sigh, leaning back in the seat a bit, "The faster we can get back, the better."
"Okay well . I'll only let you stop if I really really have to pee." He agrees, squeezing her knee softly and then returning his hands to his own person. Baby steps. Baby steps.
Moira couldn't help but smile a bit more, just looking ecstatic that he was alive and with her again, the pain and fear that she had lost him was still there faintly in the back of her mind, but it was slowly being ebbed away by the fact that he was here. Sure, he wasn't quite the same as he was when she had left - but she wasn't the same when she got rescued from Haven. After about ten minutes of waiting, one of the other employees shuffled out with their food, their eyes full of surprise when they saw Moira. Clearly, it was unusual to see a Meta in these parts. Taking the large bag of food, she handed it over to Arno before taking the drink carrier, "Thanks" she said to the employee before they ran off, leaving the two alone in the lot.
Arno nodded. "Drive. I'll prepare you a burger." He shoved his hand into one of the bags and put the rest down in the floorboard for safe keeping. He unwrapped a burger and waited for her before offering it to her face to eat. He was a lot more thoughtful at the moment, trying to show her the utmost gratitude. Sure, he wasn't the same, but he was trying.
"Arno, you goof, I can feed myself." Moira looked down at him and smiled sadly. While she did appreciate his sentiments, she just felt... bad. It didn't feel right allowing him to do all of this, it made her heart hurt a little bit.
"Well you can't put both hands on the wheel, so eat." He pushed the burger against her mouth, giving her a grumpy look from underneath the blanket.
"While that is true I- mmrf--" She had turned to look at him again to speak, though he managed to shove the burger right in her mouth as she was speaking and all she could do for a moment was just stare at him, the burger half in her mouth.
He laughed heartily, something he hadn't done in a while, his hands wrapped around his waist as he held his sides. He leaned his head on the dash, placing his head on it for the moment and slowly quieting down.
Moving her hand up to grab the other half of the burger, Moira ate it as she watched him laugh - which was good. "Let's eat a bit before we head out, alright?"
"Well, I can't take my hood off right now, which makes it hard to eat.....so how about you eat, and then when we hit the highway, I'll eat.”
"Alright." Moira agreed to that, easily finishing one of the burgers and reaching into the bag for the three orders of hotcakes - which she clearly got for herself. It was kind of interesting to watch her eat, more so when she was starving. Opening one thing of hotcakes, effectively crumpling the plastic lid, she poured the entire thing of syrup on them and not even using a fork as she eat them a cake at a time.
He smiled, just watching her eat and tapped softly on his seat. He leaned back and rest his head against head of the seat, breathing softly. "I can understand why I fell in love with you.."
She looked over to him, her mouth full of hotcakes as she spoke, "Oh?" she asked, swallowing the mouthful and proceeding to grab the large coffee she ordered, drinking it with no sugar or cream added to it.
"Yeah...you act a lot like me in ways...and well...you are easy on the eyes, and a total hunk." He chuckled softly, leaning on the door frame and eyeing her with his good eye. "Plus you are nice, careful about your strength....and you care."
A soft blush crept across her face, soon looking down at the hotcakes and continuing to eat. After she finished one thing of hotcakes, she started on the next. "Easy on the eyes, huh? Trust me, I looked better without the gems and facial scars."
"I'm sure...but you look rugged. And...well, I like that about you." He added. "So you can understand why I thought you were a bounty hunter. " he reached out and touched her arm softly, tracing the biceps and triceps. "Mm..."
Moira fell silent, just eating as he spoke, though when he reached up to feel her muscles, she blushed a little more. He was still the silly shark she fell in love with, words and all. Finishing up the second, then third order of hotcakes, she licked the syrup off her fingers and drank a bit more of the coffee, "That should do for now."
"The compliments or breakfast?" He questioned, keeping the wide grin and grabbing the large soda, drinking it slowly; trying to savor the taste.
"The breakfast, you can never have too many compliments." She smiled at him and winked, "It's just nice to hear your voice again."
"Ha." He got quiet for a moment, he himself not able to take compliments well. "Well you have a lovely voice." He turned to look out the window and started humming her song softly.
Moira had started the car again and was driving out of the lot when he started to hum, the song pulling at her heart more now that Vic could no longer sing it. "I like your voice. Maybe you could sing...?" She asked, mostly just wanting to see how much he could remember.
Arno looked up at her and shrugged. "I mean...I could try. It's just an old song, I think. Can't remember where I heard it." He slowly began to start singing what he knew, it coming out more shantily than anything. His voice was still raspy and reminiscent of an old sailor.
As he sang, Moira hummed along, driving back to the highway. "You have a fantastic singing voice..." she glanced over to him and smiled, quickly looking back to the road as she started to speed up. They had a lot of distance to cover and the faster the better.
He started to remove his coverings, leaving just the blanket up. "I mean, you don't have to spare my feelings. I know I sing like an old man." He teased, finally reaching onto the bag and pulling out nuggets, starting to push them into his mouth, two at a time.
"No, I mean it. Not everyone needs to have a voice that is smooth as a polished stone, your voice has character, it's nice." She smiled a little bit, "Besides, you could probably sing rock songs like a badass."
"Oh...maybe...I'll give it a shot sometime. Just not around too many people. I'm a little self conscious..." he finished up a fifty piece, downed some more soda and then sat back satisfied, feeling the wind tunnel into the blanket "Mmm..."
Moira smiled at him, "Feeling better now that you're cleaned up, rested, and well fed?" She asked waiting for his answer before turning on the radio.
"Yeah...like a pampered boyfriend." He replied, putting his elbow on the bat that attached the door to the handles and leaning his head on that.
"Good, good." Moira fell silent for a couple minutes, focusing on driving before a song on the radio came on that she knew. Smiling, she began to sing along to it. Her own singing voice a little deeper than most ladies, she had quite the range and quite a pair of lungs on her - and any time that there was a part of the song that needed a yell, her voice would start to get a little raspy.
Arno just stopped to listen, not daring to break his silence to intercede. She had the voice of an angel....well his kind of angel, he slowly started to drift in thought. His headache was back, but he was trying for any thread of remembering exactly what and who they were together.
Clearly feeling much more relaxed and ease, Moira continued to sing along to the songs that came up on the radio, tapping the steering wheel to the song if she wasn't turning. With her short hair whipping around in the wind, she looked less like someone who had suffered through what she had. Instead, She looked much more like someone who had reached the point in life where was feeling more and more compete.
To say he was admiring her would have been an understatement. He was looking at what felt like a woman who had her things together in life. It was no wonder they were a thing. He felt a little like he'd never compare to her, tapping his foot softly. How'd a small fry like him and up with this...this..Goddess...? Maybe it was a fairytale...maybe he was still asleep. He pinched himself. Nope, still awake and alive. He hoped he was alive otherwise this was a cruel trick.
After the next couple songs, she stopped singing for a bit, clearing her throat as she glanced over to Arno. "You doing okay?" she asked softly, wishing she had two hands so she could keep one on the wheel and place another on his shoulder.
"I..oh...yeah." he replied, seemingly snapping out of his train of thought and calmly looking over at her. "Are you doing okay?" He tried to change the subject off of himself, his emotions jumbled up.
Brows furrowing, she nodded when the question got flipped to her. "Yeah, I'm.... actually probably doing the best I have in like twenty years. I got rescued by my brother, I met and fell for you, you saved my husband, and I have you back now... I'm doing pretty great." She smiled a little, wanting to keep the happiness she had now for as long as possible, more so considering she knew how fragile it was in the current time.
He nodded. "I...it's hard to talk about my feelings." he sensed the slight irritation , although he knew why it was. Why couldn't he talk to her. "My...words. are...I mean it's hard to talk to you through my infatuation!" He nearly yelled, trying to get his words out and sighing , embarrassed.
A little startled by the yell, she couldn't help but smile a bit more, "Well, you can take your time, I know it's hard for you - it was before too."
"So I was always having trouble explaining that I have no idea why you like a shortie like me, or how a ...Goddess like you would even end up coming out here looking for me." He groaned, his words spilling out. "I just...I'll be quiet. “
Goddess? Well that was different. Blushing a bit at the words, she sighed and shook her head, a full smile on her lips. "Well, I know that I love you, and I love you for your strength and tenacity, and I love you for being you. “
He quietly listened to her and nodded. "I guess I am pretty tenacious at times. I am a shark after all." there was a short pause before he reached for the radio and then didn't know what to turn it to, so just put his hand on her leg.
"Hey...Moira..." he took in a deep breath. "Can I just lean on you for a while...?"
Moira smiled at his response, falling silent for a little bit. Looking over to him, she nodded, "Of course. You don't have to ask, though.”
He nodded and laid against her, slowly drifting off to sleep again, glad to be where he was. He didn't have to sleep on the ground or constantly hunt. He was loved and it put him at ease. He clutched her gently in his sleep, murmuring things that were said to him before by her. Something about a suplex, and not wanting to hurt him.
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As Arno fell asleep, Moira focused on driving, knowing full well that someone could track them easily if they had the right tools, or the right person. Letting out a sigh, she did her best to put more distance between them and where the original car was taken.
Arno slept for about an hour and woke up at a slight bump in the road and snorted, rubbing his face. He looked around and sighed softly. The sun was still out and he was so....hot. he removed the blanket and sat low in his seat."Goodmorning...." he mumbled, tugging the seat belt.
"Sleep well?" She asked, not even glancing over at him when he woke up, having to focus on what she was doing as the roads now were full of twists and turns. Luckily, the roads were still fairly empty, the time of day being during the general work-shifts.
"Yeah...I did..." He replied and wiggled around bored. He tugged at his clothing."Are you doing alright? You've been driving for a while. Do you need a break? I could drive." He recalled his driving. It probably wasn't the best, and especially not going to be best as he was tiny compared to the tactical Humvee they were in.
Moira smiled a bit at his answer, then nodded at his question,"I'll be taking a break here soon at a rest stop - We can probably get another two hours of driving in before I need to take a break." she stated, glancing over to him quickly and smiling at him."and while I know you can drive, I don't think it'd be a good idea for you to drive this - it's technically not even mine."
"I'm bored." He explained simply, looking her over. He saw little gems on her shoulder that kind of reminded him of bite marks. He shook his head. That was definitely a shark thing. He laughed softly to himself and kicked his feet up on the dash.
Thinking a little bit, she tilted her head,"How about.." she started, trying to figure out what to actually suggest."Hmmm.. how about you ask some questions, as you still seem a bit...mentally lost?" she asked, glancing over to him again.
"Okay...how long were we dating..? Am I normally rude to you....do I cause problems...? Am I too small for you...? Do you have any hobbies..? Do I have any hobbies?" He started asking a lot of questions, expecting that she'd have answers quickly.
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Moira couldn't help but laugh at the rapid fire questions,"Oh man that's... okay. Uhm." She had to actually slow down a tiny bit to think."A couple months, I think - I wasn't really paying attention to how long it was, honestly." She shrugged as best she could, "Rude - no, crude yes. You don't really cause problems.." she took in a breath,"You're not too small - be it your height or your dicks. Height wise I know you enjoy It because you're right at my tits, and I can spoon you. d**k wise, you're pretty damn good, though your feral size was easily getting to my upper limits." her face was turning a bright red as she thought about it."Hobbies, I haven't really had any hobbies in awhile and we've been busy just living to have any. For you, I know you were following Undine...and, well, working out I guess was a hobby for you."
He tilted his head."Who is Undine...?" He shook his head."I'm so sorry. My feral form really shouldn't be used for sex. I'm really aggressive and I could bite limbs off of people...."
If she wasn't driving the car, she would have just stared at him. She still did, it just wasn't as long or as in disbelief."Uh - wow, okay. that's going to be fun. It might be easier to explain once we get back to the base.." Moira let out a soft sigh,"As for your feral form, it's fine. I kept egging you on and you used it multiple times. It was great."
"Oh. Well as long as I didn't hurt you too much. I know I'm not responsible for the arm so I'm pretty proud about that." he wiggled his toes and then looked over at her."I guess that's how you were ******** silly though! I'm sure we held meaningful conversation in between pounding each other..?"
Moira laughed a bit, "Well - yeah that's pretty much how you ******** me silly yeah." the blush was staying on her face now as she thought about it,"As for conversations, sort of? I think for a while we were both just content on being near each other.."
"I guess I didn't really talk much. I don't know why, but I feel like I can openly talk to you about stuff now. No bars held.”
"Well - everyone has their own filters for what they will and won't say to some people - I was trying to get you to open up a bit more, and we were getting close to it too before I left and..." she paused sighing a little bit, "and what had happened." Moira gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, the raw horror still in the back of her mind.
He looked down."Yeah...uh...I guess with my memory loss it'll be hard to really talk about my past, but who cares. I'd like to move towards the future."
Moira nodded a bit,"Yeah - moving forward is always good." she glanced over to him, still wanting to just touch him, but she couldn't, at least not right now. She had to drive, she needed to get back to the base.
He points out a nearby sign."There's a rest stop there, if you wanted to pull over and stitch your legs." He turned his head, reaching up and touching his anchor earring. Had he had that all along and never noticed...?
Glancing at the sign, she slowed down as she neared the off-ramp to get to it, "Probably a good idea. We can also eat a little bit more, too." pulling into the parking lot where a small building that held restrooms and a handful of vending machines sat, she parked in a spot that had a decent amount of shade. Turning off the car, she pocketed the keys and moved to get out, stretching quite a bit when she stood up.
Arno hopped out of the car and started doing stretches. Being mindful of his back. He turned to look at her and smiled. He looked around and his eye turned bright gold. He paused for a moment, staring and then shook his head, his eye going back to milky white."We are the only ones here.”
With her back turned to Arno, she stretched a bit more, taking her time and doing her best to stretch out all of her muscles,"Good. That means we can take a decent break without rushing." Moira stated, soon standing up and lifting up her arm - both full and stump - up to the sky, each shoulder popping as she did. As she continued to stretch, there was a strange lump of muscles just below her actual shoulder blades - visible thanks to the low racer-back tank top she was wearing.
He looked her over and slowly moved to her and started touching the lump of muscles his hands roaming over flesh."That's different...." his hands continued to skitter, feeling it out.
Moira kept her arms up in the air when she felt his hands on her back, turning to look over her shoulder to see exactly what he was doing. The lump of muscles had the gems going down her spine, as well as a cluster on either side of the muscle mass,"Oh.. uh.." she mumbled, realizing that she would have to tell him why that was there."My wings got removed.."
"But there's so much muscle here....it's almost like you've got something growing here...." he stared at them and then continued to trace the gems with his hands, infatuated with her.
She smiled sadly,"They didn't remove the muscles in my back, they just sort of...left it there." she slowly lowered her arms, wondering how many gems she had over her body. Each one was a deep purple with a hint of a dark purple in the middle, most of them down her back, but a few smaller ones scattered along scars old and new.
He smiled and ran his fingers down a few more gems and then stopped to admire how ripped her back was."Did I always like all your muscles...? Because I do. Still.”
Moira nodded, turning around to face him,"Yeah, at one point you said you were going to give me a massage and ended up just rubbing your hands along most of my muscles. It was kind of adorable." she chuckled, leaning down to attempt to place a kiss on his forehead.
He accepted the kiss. He looked up at her afterward and laughed."Probably something I could do still. And did do." he took in a breath of air, turning a dark shade of purple. "Well, I still stand by you are a rugged hottie. That opinion never changed." he admitted and looked over at a vending machine then back to her.
"And you're a handsome, and adorable, shark - one that can turn into a beast of muscle in every way imaginable.. and I love that ." She grinned down at him, though as he looked over to the vending machine, she tilted her head,"Did you want something from it?"
He ran his hand through his mohawk, happy for the compliments. He eyed the vending machine."I need a new drink. I ran out." He pointed to three different drinks. Including a coffee one.
"Hmm..." Moira dug into her pocket and pulled out the card, looking at the vending machine, happy that it did take cards, though she could always just....break the machine - which was incredibly tempting for some reason. "...I now have a dilemma. Pay for it..or just...break the machine. I don't know why this is an issue now of all things.."
"Oh...show me those muscles!" He said excitedly."I promise not to pounce you...or do I?" He grinned wildly, looking around and seeing they were all still alone.
"Well - I might as well, I already have a Warrant, why not have some fun?" She asked, smiling at him and looking the vending machine over. It was a basic one, but she knew she couldn't punch through the glass -that'd make things messy and cause the drinks to explode. Humming to herself, she put her hand over the buttons that one would push to input their order. Taking a half step back, she wound up about less than half-way and threw a punch at the buttons [Close Combat - 26 (3d6)], causing the plastic casing to buckle inwards and the machine to sputter out of energy. Gripping the side of the section that had the glass, she pulled back on it, flinging the entire front panel off of the machine and to the side.
"Oh damn. That's cool!" He clapped excitedly and got really close to her, nearly under her arm as she worked and then reached inside for a cold drink."Ahhhh delicious!"
Once the machine was pretty much destroyed, she looked it over and grabbed a couple for herself, moving back to the car and setting them in the backseat and grabbing just a few more."Alright. I'll go to the bathroom real quick..then we'll head out, okay?" she asked as she walked back over to the building where the bathrooms were.
He nodded and turned the corner to take a whiz. Then he started to hear some weird noises. He shook and zipped up and then looked out with his good eye, hand over his brow."Uhhhh Moira! We've gotta go!" He shouted, scrambling up into the jeep."Like today!" Arno looked back, somewhat standing in the jeep."I'm sorry. I heard them coming." He shook his head."If you can hold it, we can figure something out." He started ruffling through things. He sucked a deep breath."I'm ready to go feral." he was ready to fight for their lives.
Not even having time to go, she quickly jogged back to the car,"Goddamnit.." she hissed,"Maybe I shouldn't have done that --" Once at the Jeep, she quickly put the keys in the ignition and started it, pulling out of the parking lot rather quickly.
Back in the lab, Anastasia's little ghost avatar on the computer monitor flickered a couple times before pulling up a surveillance video that had just been quickly sent to several police departments near the rest stop. Luckily for Moira, it cut out just before she had punched the machine, though it seemed like whoever was manning the security for the rest stops in that area was actually doing their job."Sir, Arno and Moira have been spotted by authorities."
Michael sighed."Inform them of direction, cars, and equipment of those cruisers. They aren't invincible."
"I should be able to - worst comes to worst I can just pee on them, right?" It was a crude joke, but it was something that just sort of popped into her head. Once out of the parking lot, she was already speeding down the highway.
Nodding, Anastasia's little avatar flickered a bit more, soon transparent on the monitor before her voice could be heard through the jeeps speakers."Moira! You have several police departments on your tail. Six south-bound, three eastbound. There are concerns and queries about sending out a helicopter or two. All cruisers are set up to have bulletproof windows and tires and are rigged for high-speed chases. I am unsure on what weapons they will be using." she rambled off the information, hesitating on going full ghost on the car.
Arno shook his head."Give me the wheel, there's still a big cup over here." he demanded, reaching over."Cause if we hit something, I don't want you to end up pissing yourself." He glanced back, hearing the info."What are we going to do? Fight?"
"I got it, Arno - trust me. I can hold it for a long time, even if I do get hit." She frowned, not wanting to boast that little fact, but sometimes it happened thanks to Haven. "Ana - how long do we have until they arrived at our location?"
"Thirty seconds for the east-bound, and ninety seconds for the south-bound." She said quickly, needing to pull up some information she was filing through onto the computer monitor she was partially datajacking through in order to keep her own memory from slowing her down.
"Mmmm..." Moira bit her bottom lip, trying to think. She wanted to fight, it would be easier to fight, right? They already knew Arno was still alive. Could they risk it, should they risk it?
Anastasia pulled out of the car for a moment, her body in the lab suddenly sitting up, but she was still speaking through the ghost avatar."Sir - if you want me to, I can take control of the car so they can fight. Shall I?"
"Well if that car takes substantial damage while you have control, it could kill you Anastasia. I don't know if we should chance that, but I'd it's what you want to do, who am I to tell you no?" Michael shrugged and sipped his coffee.
Arno nodded at her and pulled his shirt off . He didn't want to damage it if he hulked out. He kept his eyes out. "Moira!" He pointed to cars scrambling around the road towards then.
Anastasia's actual body took in a breath, the avatar on the screen looking as determined as it could."It is a risk, but life is not risks itself, is it not? I don't feel like I have successfully lived in years..." she paused, the avatar shaking it's little ghost head a little, "I will take control of the car - if they send in an attack Helicopter, I can try taking that over." the ghost seemed to smile before going near invisible on the screen. The only notice that she was there was a small bubble over her head that had a timer on it [Non-Secure Ghosting, 1/10]. Taking control of the car with relative ease, she allowed Moira to drive for now. "Moira - you and Arno can fight for now. I have fifteen minutes of being able to control the car, but I will have to leave if it takes too much damage. If an attack helicopter arrives, I will be switching to that."
Moira looked over to Arno, then back down to the main console of the car, a little weirded out that the strange Cyborg girl she had met in the lab could control the car. "Well, a fight it is. Try to stay on the car, Arno. We're going to need to balance the weight so we don't tip her over, alright?" She asked, letting Anastasia take full control before she unhooked the fabric roof of the jeep and unbuckling herself, slowly standing up.
Arno nodded and followed suit, staying on his side of the car and looking to her. He turned feral and summoned his equipment, anchor in hand and then started to rotate it over his wrist. "I'm ready to crush them." He exclaimed, looking excited with his mouth in a constant grin. "Shall we give them a little wake-up call?" He questioned, cracking the knuckles of his other hands by squeezing his fist.
Michael just nodded at Anastasia. He couldn't tell her no, honestly and just sat back in his chair, waiting for her to do her thing. She was quickly proving a valuable member of the Renegade. He took his time to check on Vic who had been asleep again.
"Stay in the front.." She said quickly, moving over the back of the driver's seat and standing in the back seat, quickly bringing up her stone arm [Geokinesis - Fist of Stone 2/4], "I have an idea - you're going to have to trust me!" She shouted as she kneeled down, opening the back drivers-side door and placing her stone hand against the fast moving pavement, causing sparks to flare up as she did. Glancing back, she saw that the three cruisers that had gotten to them faster were gaining quickly, and they all had someone on the side with guns. Frowning, she focused and grimaced, feeling a faint ache of pain as she used the power through the stone arm. As she pressed the palm of the stone hand onto the pavement, she pulled up several small pillars of stone, all of them shooting about four-feet up and being a foot thick. It wasn't much - but it could slow the cars down if worked right.
"News Helicopter overhead." Anastasia said quickly, her Datajacking passive barely able to catch its network from the car. She wished she could pull the video that the helicopter was showing, but she was in a full ghosting in the car, so she couldn't do what she normally could do if she was just diving normally.
Arno stayed in the front, fearing flipping the jeep and watching her for a long moment. She was causing them problems, there was no doubt about that, as he saw one of the cruisers slam into a stone pillar and the two trailing ones whip around to continue chasing. Arno looked up, hearing the blades of the helicopter and swung his anchor at it, making it bank, and then he reeled it back in, catching it with a thud and causing the front of the jeep to bounce before tossing the anchor out again and latching into the landing bars underneath. He started to reel it in, snarling all the while. "Incoming...."
Anastasia panicked a little, the jeep swerving a little bit as the jeep bounced from the shift in weight,"Please do not make me crash!" she shouted, clearly flustered by all of this.
Moira looked up at the helicopter, squinting at it - if it was a news copter, then it should have a camera. Seeing it, she slowly stood up,"We just need it's camera off, let it go after that. Our focus are those actually wishing harm." She stated, glancing up from the copter to the cruisers behind them. She still had some time before the copter was in range enough for her to hit it.
"But I can't get to the camera unless we pull it close." He replied, getting it just into range for them to get into the helicopter. He reached up with his free hand and ripped the door off. Arno gave a grunt and apologized to Anastasia. He looked over at Moira. "After you, I'll keep it still."
Looking up when the helicopter was in range, she looked up and pulled herself up onto it, smiling wide at the pilot who just screamed in terror.
"Don't hurt me!" they screamed out, unable to move their hands away from the console that kept the thing airborne.
Moira smiled sweetly at them,"Oh, I won't hurt you. Just your camera... what do you need to fly?" She asked. As the pilot pointed at a specific set of instruments that they were clearly using, she nodded and punched the rest of the consoles buttons before sliding back out of the copter. Holding onto one of the feet of it, she reeled back to punch the camera that was attached to the bottom of it."Alright - let it go." Moira turned to look at Arno, hoping that he complied. The pilot could live - they could tell the story of how they saw them so close, yet lived.
He nodded and ripped the anchor off of the bottom of the helicopter."As you wish." He laughed and pushed the bottom of the helicopter."Get out of here kiddo." He laughed heartily and swung his anchor onto the front of a vehicle behind them, tugging his body forward a moment before ripping it out. The car came to a crawl as it was no longer propelled."Whoooo! High speed highway chase! So awesome!" He shouted, laughing and pulling the anchor back.
As the helicopter quickly gained height, wobbling a little as it left, Moira turned back to the cars pursuing them."We still have six more on the w--" Moira was in the middle of talking when a bullet whizzed by her face, the final car of the three that had originally started chasing them had someone firing at them. Quickly turning, she ducked out of the way, a little too late as one grazed her right shoulder [4 damage]. "Get down!" She shouted, getting down as low as she could herself, though she went to stick her gem arm out of the car again, wanting to get the last car to stop, Pulling up another pillar of stone - but this one got cut short as another bullet hit the arm - making it so the power she had been trying to use stop. [HP: 96]
Arno let out a howl of despair, furious that someone had shot her and started whirling back his anchor. He felt a shot hit his breastplate and deflect, and faked throwing his anchor so the car would swerve and swung it wide, peeling the top half of the cruiser apart. "Bulletproof that, b***h." He growled looking down at her. He had to reel the anchor in quickly, which was starting to tire him. He finally got it pulled in and touched her."Are you okay?" He questioned, trying not to rock too much.
"I'm fine - it's nothing." She chuckled, slowly sitting up, "I just forgot guns were a thing." She said quickly, peering out from the door that was open. She could do something, so she decided to wing it. Leaning down a bit more, Moira placed her hand against the pavement, sparks starting up again as she caused spikes to form from where she was touching - causing the car to swerve [Geokinesis - Spike Stones].
He held onto the Humvee, letting the anchor rest and watched her."Good thinking sweetheart. Looks like you are not just a beefcake." He commented, keeping a grin. He popped his neck, feeling the wind rush across his fin.
As she stood up, Moira looked over to him and smiled, though as she did, she heard the tires squealing of a couple cars behind the last of the three as the other six started to come into view. "Ah ********> She muttered under her breath. Looking back over to him, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss -"I love you, you stupid shark." before she turned back to the police cars, "Anastasia - slow down a bit!" she shouted as she climbed onto the back-most part of the jeep.
Anastasia complied, but protested by whining loudly,"Do not get yourself killed!" She shouted, clearly not wanting to be the death of anyone.
As the car slowed down and the cruisers started to catch up, bullets whizzing by [takes 2 more: 4 and 8 damage each], she seemed to be getting ready to leap to the closest car. After waiting a couple moments, Moira lunged forward, landing on the hood and roof of the car, causing the hood to crumple under her weight, though she took several more bullets to her chest [1,4,1 respectively] before she slammed her fist through the roof of the car, decking the driver in the face and either knocking him out or killing him, she couldn't tell. [HP: 78]
Arno panicked, dropping the anchor in the back , and stabilizing the car. He stared incredulously at her. Were these the lengths she would go to to protect him? He watched in horror as she kept from car to car, smashing things in her path without any sort of alternate form. "Lady in the car, slow down, we are going to lose her!"
Anastasia grumbled and slowed down more, slowing down just enough so they could still get away if need be, but slow enough to keep an eye on Moira. "You better not get me killed, Michael would be SO upset."
Moira could tell that the first car was now dead, the driver either unconscious or killed and the engine dying under her. Doing her best to ignore the pain, she had an idea, one that was risky, but it might be worth it. Holding onto the top of the car, she reached down with the gemstone arm, she pulled up the largest wall she could manage. With a bone-rattling sound, a 10ft tall, 5 ft thick, and 15 foot across barrier rose from the ground between the back of the Jeep that Anastasia was controlling and the front of the cruiser. Quickly bringing her arm up, Moira braced for impact with the wall she had created [52 Damage, Defense 21 = Total Damage: 31], unable to let out any sound as the air escaped her lungs. A decent hole appeared where the cruiser hit it. Coughing weakly as she slid off the cruiser, the others behind the one she was on screeching to a stop. "Y-you.. you won't take him." she muttered, walking towards the next closest cruiser.[HP 47]
"Moira!" He shouted, leaping out of the back of the jeep and tumbling, tucking himself and bringing the anchor with him. The anchor pulled him back, stopping his roll and he slowly climbed to his feet, tugging it behind him and cracking pavement as he moved. He snapped his jaws, snarling, a bullet grazing his face. A thin line of blood ripped from it, and another shot hit one of his teeth. The tooth rattled around in his mouth, the rest of his teeth crunching down on the bullet. "Aiming...for the head...." He spit his tooth and the shards of bullet out and continued his slow march forward, determined not to let them get her. He saw her start to move to the next cruiser. Someone in the back had the right idea to stop the giant shark in the back. Another bullet whipped past his head and he lifted his arm in defense, feeling a second slap into his bracer. "Grrrraaaahhh!" He let out a battle roar, swinging the anchor over his head in a circular pattern.
Taking in a deep breath, Moira felt a couple bullets hit the stone arm before it got shot hard enough to be shattered. As a bullet hit just below where her stump actually was, the arm shattered and fell into shards. Grimacing, she punched the ground, causing it to sink around her before all of the cars and people within a twenty foot radius were suddenly grabbed by hands of stone, soon being pulled down into the earth, leaving only their heads above it [Geokinesis - Desert Burial 1/1]
Arno grunted, his footing going with her move. She was in a combat trance, he could tell, protecting him. He let the anchor go and pulled himself backwards out of the sand, watching this impressive display of her power, to make matters worse, he sucked in a deep breath, and let loose a stream of water into the sand, just to make it sink them even faster. [ Jet Stream, Feral Only ]. He chuckled and then wiped his mouth, water dripping from the attack.
As the cruisers and policemen sank as deep as the power would allow them, she fell to one knee and focused, closing her eyes as caused the wet sand to slowly harden into loose [Geokinesis - Earthfast 1/4]. As the hardness of the earth around them changed from a little difficult to breath while their bodies were under it, the police started to struggle, letting out cries as they started to gasp for breath. "You will not take him." She growled, keeping her hand on the ground, clearly ready to use more powers.
Arno reached down to touch her shoulder. "Come on Moira, let's get out of here..." he tugged on her softly, his equipment starting to fade, and he slowly turned back into the Arno she knew so well.
Stumbling to stand up as she was touched, Moira nearly fell forward as she was standing again. Grimacing as she felt the searing pain of at least one bullet lodged into her shoulder, she ignored it as she started to trudge back to the jeep. "W-well, that should.. teach them..a lesson." she muttered, closing the back door of the jeep and then opening the driver's-side door.
Anastasia was clearly panicking inside of the jeep,"W-what happened, I hit a wall - What's going on?" she asked.
"Just drive. Let yourself go home. We will take it from here...." he watched Moira and shook his head."We gotta get you patched up, and this jeep outta here. You've got a bullet lodged for my sakes, please, I can drive if you want to tend to your wounds."
Anastasia made a distressed noise,"I still can control the car for at least another seven-hundred seconds." she stated, not wanting to leave the two on their own just yet.
Moira looked over to Arno and let out a sigh, buckling herself up."Let her drive for a bit, I can take the bullet out while she does that."
"Okay fine. Just...you are bleeding..." he licked his hand clean of her blood and pouted. He started rummaging through clothing, deciding on his shirt he'd taken off and ripped it apart for cloth. He hadn't realized he'd reopened his wound as well, adrenaline pumping him to help her. She did so much for him, and took so many bullets.
As Anastasia started the car back up proper and began driving off, she seemed to sigh,"Please do not do that again anytime soon. I do not want to risk my life again like that - you two are terrifying."
Blood, Minor Medical Gore
Moira chuckled a little, taking off her shirt, soon revealing that she had taken not just one, but three bullets. One in her shoulder, one in the stomach, and one in the hip. "Oh..okay." She mumbled, looking down at the blood,"....mmm... I don't think we can stop for gauze or anything." she sighed, closing one eye to focus on bringing back the gem arm. Out of everything they had, it was technically the safest thing to use to get the bullets out.
He just waited nearby with mouthwash and the cloth, eyeing her. He ran a hand through her hair and sighed softly. "I...you protected me...whole ...like...wow...I...I'm in love..." he let out a raspy breath. "No one's done that before. I...don't want to lose you." he slapped her face softly. "Please don't do stuff like that again, okay? You could have died."
Taking her time, she removed the bullets, hissing as she dislodged them and tossed them to the side. By the end of it, the gem arm had gone away on it's own just as she removed the last of them. "O-oh that's...that hurts." Moira was gritting her teeth a bit, soon hissing as she let the breath escape her lungs. [30 hp]
Arno dipped down and started going to work, pouring mouthwash on the wounds and starting to wrap her up."I know it hurts, but we gotta wrap those tight, or you'll bleed out." He explained, tying strips of fabric tight around her. His cheek was stained with his own blood and his hands with hers."Just, stay awake. Keep your eyes on me.”
Looking over to Arno, she smiled a little bit,"I'm awake, I'm awake. I didn't lose that much." She chuckled, hissing a bit more when the mouthwash hit her wounds. "O-oh ow... w-what about you, how are you doing?" she asked, her eyes very tired as she looked over to him.
"I only have another minute or two left. Can you two hurry this up?" Anastasia asked, having hoped to get them a little further, but she was starting to pull onto an off ramp to a dirt road.
"Yeah, yeah, calm down car lady. I'm finished now." He looked over Moira with his eye. "You look patched up and ready to go." he had no idea about her fury mode. He took a sharp breath and kissed her head."You are going to have to take the wheel now."
Once Anastasia had gotten them to the dirt road, she was about to put it into park when her ghosting had ended. Flickering back on the monitor for a moment, she dove back into the car, just taking the speakers this time, "I can't help you much more today - But you're still a couple days away from the base... but because of what you two just did, you won't be able to easily get rooms now. You might have to camp or sleep in the car. Good luck." she said before completely pulling out of the car and the network. Ending her Datajacking, she took in a deep breath and opened her eyes before suddenly falling forward.
Moira moved to sit up, taking the wheel and looking around. Shaking her head, she continued down the dirt road, now just trying to find a place for them to keep the car so they could rest for the night.
Arno whined softly and crossed his arms."I'll be okay camping." he nodded at her and leaned over to kiss her face. "You were super cool back there. I'd hate to be on your bad side." He flicked his tongue where his missing tooth was and grunted, pushing a new one into place.
Looking over to him, she smiled,"Well - that isn't even the worst side of me, apparently." she chuckled weakly, slowing down when they neared a river, following it along to see if there would be a place with a cave nearby. If there was, it'd make their camping a little easier.
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He nodded."Wait..." He raised a brow. "You can get...even worse?" He questioned incredulously. "You..wow..." he sat back."And how did I survive sex with you on top?"
With a weak chuckle, she went to shrug, then hissed in pain,"I never went to that uh...mode when we had sex. I only did once and that was pretty bad, I thought I had killed you.." Moira slowly pulled in a breath and let it out just as slowly.
He laughed."That's good. I don't think you would do that. I'm not that much of a d**k." He laughed and then stretched."I wish I could do something to reward you for your hard work."
"Well.. just cuddling would be pretty nice, actually." Moira smiled a bit more, looking as excited as she possibly could when they came across a small waterfall that looked like it could possibly have a cave hidden behind it. "Oh...this might work."
He laughed."It's...like a book." He laughed and climbed out of the jeep once it came to a pause."Well, let's at least make sure we have a place to sleep."
Nodding, Moira slowly got out of the jeep, "Let's see if there's a cave back there.. could you check it? I don't want to get the makeshift bandages wet right now if I can help it - and the less time they get wet, the better." she walked over to the waterfall and looked it over, hoping that they could have a place to stay.
He nodded and dove into the water, some of his blood mingling with the water. He was down there for a little while, swimming underneath the waterfall. He splashed out of the water and laughed. "Yeah. There's a cave back here." he waved at her, water dripping down his face in little beads. Soon his face was dry again.
She waited for him to return, soon sitting at the edge of the river and taking her shoes off, soaking her feet in the water as she waited. Though as he appeared again, she looked over, "How far back is it and how much swimming would have to be done?"
"It's a decent way. Why what's wrong, beefcake? Don't tell me you can't swim!" He teased jovially, swimming paces around her easily. He was in his element.
"Well, it's been awhile, so I have no idea. Maybe? I don't know how much swimming I'd want to do with these wounds anyways." She sighed, running her hand through her hair and watching him.
He nodded. "You wanna just ride my back?" He questioned, tapping his back. "I could go to feral form and swim you through." He offered, grinning wide. Then he finally noticed the necklace. "Hey...uh...those are baby shark teeth...I...Did I give those to you...?"
"Mm.. that could work." Moira smiled, setting her shoes down on the ground next to the river, though as he mentioned the necklace, she brought her hand up to it and nodded. "Yeah - you gave it to me before I left for my own mission. I...haven't taken it off since you gave it to me."
"Wow. You are pretty special. I mean, just....let me know. I'll do anything to make it up to you. I know I forgot you memory wise. But everything points me to, I did know you, and I did care about you. And it's obvious with how you act." He groaned and tore into his feral form, turning onto his stomach and waiting for her to climb aboard.
"Having you alive is enough for me right now." She said quietly, walking over to him as he changed into his feral form. Looking him over, she hesitated before climbing onto his back, hoping that she wasn't too heavy for him to carry. She knew she had a lot of weight to her, thanks to her frame.
He grunted but she wasn't anything he couldn't handle in this form now. He started to swim, wiggling his body back and forth to push through the water, and dipped to the side of the waterfall, trying not to cover her in water, and after about a two minute swim, had her at a rocky facet that would allow them entry into the cave. "I don't smell any other animals in there."
Starting to doze off during the swim, Moira moved to rest her head on the sharks back, only jerking awake when he spoke up. Looking at the rocks, she nodded, moving to climb onto them with a little bit more of a struggle than she would have liked, but she was fairly wounded from the fight."That's good, I don't think I could stand fighting something in a cave." She chuckled a little before looking around. It wasn't terribly small, but it also wasn't a large cave. Just something they could fall asleep in.
"I'd kill it for you and then roast it's corpse on a fire so we could share its meat." He replied, climbing out of the water and shaking off a little bit. "Hey, you make for a great workout weight by the way." He smiled and sat down at the edge of the rocks and stared into the water, shifting down into his smaller form again. "You know, I really ought to invest in some stretchy shorts. I keep ripping these pants when I go feral..." He looked down, the pants he was borrowing stretched in areas and run thin.
"Well, when we get back, we can get you some shorts that will work just right.." She walked over and put her hand on his shoulder, smiling down at him."But right now, we need to focus on getting back." As she spoke, she turned towards the cave again and squinting into it - wondering just how deep it went. If she had the strength and light, Moira would be interested in checking it out more, but right now she was just tired.
He nodded. "But right now, you look like you're going to die of exhaustion. I'll see if there's any fish in this body of water, and bring you back something to eat. You just rest up. I'll also get a bundle of the blankets for you." He realized they'd forgotten to bring those back, but he had them back and mostly not wet in a few minutes.
"Mmm.. blankets sound nice." Moira muttered before she sat down near a wall of the cave, leaning against it as Arno had left. When he was gone, she had quickly managed to fall asleep, her body and mind far too exhausted from the fight and just everything going on. She had been working herself too hard, mentally, for too long and the fight just topped it off.
He slipped out of the water with the blankets and shook his head. He wrapped her up in a dry blanket, and wrapped another one up to rest her head. He slipped back into the water to find fish, or anything they could eat. He ended up catching them in his mouth and bringing them to the surface, gutting them and getting them ready for eating or cooking. He used some of the salt packets from the car to salt the fish and stored them in a little bag, then crawled around behind her and started cuddling her as the big spoon.
As she was wrapped up in the blanket, she rolled onto the side that had the least amount of the wounds and curled up a bit in it. Nuzzling into the blanket, she stayed fast asleep, though as she was cuddled up to, a small smile appeared on her lips.
Arno finally fell asleep, his smaller hands wrapped up under her chest because it was super warm and it helped him sleep. His dreams were plagued with him being tortured and people taking Moira away from him. He tossed and turned a bit in his sleep, making little noises.
[End Day Two]
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 5:08 pm
[Start Day Three]
Moira's own dreams weren't kind to her either, but she was relatively still and quiet, though her brows would furrow every so often. Through the night, her body temperature slowly started to rise, a cold sweat soon covering her body, hair and dirt sticking to her skin. Her dreams continued on through the night, slowly getting worse and worse as her body temperature continued to rise, eventually kicking off the blanket and moving to roll onto her back as she breathed weakly. As much as she wanted to wake from her nightmares, she couldn't struggling against the invisible bindings in her sleep.
Arno rolled a little bit as she trashed, slowly waking and moved to get her head into his lap. He was actually still quite rested, and saw that she could use the comfort. He pet her head softly, it taking a moment before sinking in, that she might have gotten sick. She definitely smelled poorly.
Her forehead would feel slightly warm to the touch, but not much else. Whatever she had was either not too bad or in its starting stages.
Arno frowned and pet her head, letting her sleep. He slowly let her back down and ruffled through her pockets for the keys and trying to find her credit card.
They were both easy to find, sitting next to each other in her right pants pocket. He would also find a variety of small items she had just been sort of picking up while out looking for him.
He ruffled through her things, eyeing each one and shook his head. He felt like he was responsible for all of this, so he had to fix it. He slowly climbed down into the water, getting back to the jeep, and cranked it. "I have to get her some medicine..." he whispered, rifling through the duffel, trying to find something to wear. All he could find was a pair of her booty shorts and a tank. He sighed, feeling embarrassed, but dressed himself in them.
Also sitting inside the jeep was the phone she had been using, a simple smartphone that only looked worn around the edges. If he went through the contacts, he'd find four. Anastasia, Michael, Shark, and Zaku.
He looked at the phone, and then took a surprised breath. "I used to own a phone..." he whispered, as if little puzzle pieces were starting to fit together. He looked at the contact for Anastasia and called it.
Having been just sitting in her usual spot in the lab, as that had pretty much just been where she had been living now, Anastasia slowly sat up and looked a little perplexed. It had been awhile since Moira had called either of them, so something had to be up. "Hello, Anastasia speaking." She responded after accepting the call, the call being sent directly to her as she was pretty much her own phone.
Arno started to speak on the other line. "Car lady, OK not sure if Moira is sick, but I need to go to the store and get her some medicine. She's just having bad dreams but her head feels warmer than usual, and I'm afraid that she got poisoned, infected with something, or the flu." he sounded somewhat panicked, but very determined.
Well, she had a nickname now, that was cool. "Only symptoms being increased body temperature and nightmares?" Anastasia asked, slowly moving to stand from her sitting position, feeling the need to pace for some reason.
He nodded, then realized she couldn't even see him. "Yeah." He looked over the controls and put the jeep in reverse, grunting as he tried to find something to sit on. Finally getting his height to see over the dash correctly, he turned it around and started back up the trail.
"That leaves well over fifty two options for what she may have." She sighed, wishing that these two would not have her running in circles. "Anything else wrong with her? “
He sighed into the phone. "I don't know. She smells off, so I know she doesn't feel well" he started to get frustrated with the phone, finding a stretch of road. "I didn't wake her to ask her. Sleep is good. “
"Any recent wounds? " she asked, pacing within the lab, crossing her arms over her chest. This wouldn't be good if Moira was horribly sick, more so if it was bad.
"Yeah. Three bullets. One shoulder, one hip. And I...." he sighed. "I don't remember where the last one hit. But it didn't look like anything major. They are all bandaged up. Where am I heading.....?" He stared at the road, just pressing his foot on the gas.
Scrolling through things that Moira could possibly have after being shot, she closed her eyes and continued to pace. "Drug store located at [coordinates], if you are heading there, I need to turn off the security systems."
He nodded again and hissed into the phone. He looked dumb. "Yeah. I'm headed there. Are they closed?" He questioned, fully ready to break in and take if he needed to.
"I do not know. Hold please." Anastasia sighed as she walked back to her usual spot and plugged in the DNI before literally putting Arno on hold. Diving, she found the location easily, and thankfully they had the most simplistic security in place. "Good." She whispered, going in and disabling everything that she needed to - security protocols for the panic button, phones, and the cameras (Datajacking - dive). Pulling herself out, she went back to Arno. "Security systems offline. Store is open and has one worker. I would suggest getting antibiotics, peroxide, gauze, bandages, fever reducers, bottles of water and a cooling pack. Cold medicine as well. I would also suggest getting food, such as soup and crackers."
Arno nodded at the phone. "Alright. Can you put that in a list for me so I don't forget?" He questioned, pulling the jeep crooked into a parking spot and turning it off. He slowly climbed out and grunted, taking the keys with him and happy he didn't have to cause a ruckus.
Anastasia nodded, quickly making a list and sending it via text to the phone, "List sent out. Do you need any more assistance right away? Judging my your GPS, you are still at least two days away from arriving at the base.." she stated quickly.
He shook his head and growled again. "Sorry, I keep responding with shaking my head and it's driving me crazy. No, I'm fine. I'll get her nursed back to health and we will be on our way." He looked at the phone and put it back to his ear fin. "I'll call you if I need anything. " he hung the phone up and timidly stepped inside, looking left and right.
Anastasia smiled a bit - well that was a change of pace, having someone actually coming to her if they needed things. Once the call ended, she opened her eyes and looked around the lab and let out a soft sigh.
Inside of the store, the employee - an early twenties woman with her bright blue to blonde hair pulled back into a fluffy ponytail - was writing something down on a massive pad of paper, clearly hating the third shift as it was still pretty early in the morning and none too happy that her phone connection was cut off. "Welcome to Drugaid, how can I help you?" she asked in a monotone voice, not even looking up.
"I'm okay." He replied in his raspy sailor voice, turning to dip down a section of aisles, hoping she didn't look up or call the cops. He sucked in a deep breath. If it was when he was paying, he could easily bolt out the door.
Michael had been sleeping in the lab. With Anastasia here, he was finally getting more sleep. She could at least pick up on work if he couldn't finish it, if he asked, which was comfort in itself.
Looking up when they heard the voice, the employees face turned from boredom to confusion - then excitement. Turning to look at the security camera feed just behind her, she cursed loudly when she realized that all of them were down. "Aw what the ********, man!" she shouted, slamming her hand against one of the monitors. "I wanted to take video to show my friends." she whined.
Anastasia smiled softly, happy to see that he was asleep - which was a welcome change to seeing him constantly staying awake for days on end. Settling back down, she closed her eyes halfway and went back to sorting and picking through files.
Arno hissed under his breath and dipped lower. Someone knew who he was. This wasn't good. He grabbed a basket as he moved, looking down at the phone and knocking stuff into his basket as he passed it. He kept looking over his shoulder, waiting to hear if she made a phone call. The music in the store was slow and boring, and he was trying to tune it out.
Sighing, the employee turned back around and leaned against the counter, just listening to the shark move about. They couldn't do anything, their own phone was dead and nothing else seemed to be working. Picking up their pencil, they started to scribble on their notepad, "Y'know you're shorter than what a lot of people put you as, right?"
"Shut up." He growled from the side of the store, snapping quickly. "I could still throw you though four football fields and still make it over the bars. " he boasted, getting cans of soup and crackers, as well as a bunch of sandwiches from their small selection. He brought everything to the front, a look of annoyance on his face.
The employee couldn't help but giggle nervously, more so when he came back into view. "O-oh my god it is you - holy s**t, oh my god." she was grinning wide, excited but also terrified. "Th-this is so cool!"
"I...what...?" His expression went from annoyance to surprise. "You aren't trying to call the cops....?" He questioned, putting the hefty basket up on the counter.
She grinned even wider, "No! I- why would I even do that? You're part of the Renegades That's so cool!" the employee started to chatter, quite clearly looking like she had just met a celebrity, and technically she had. "I never thought I'd even be able to be in a spot to see you guys but you're here, right in front of me, this is so cool! Oh my gosh."
He shook his head, kind of smiling. He looked down and realized he was still wearing Mora's clothes. "I didn't realize people thought we were cool....you do realize I eat people right...?" This was so weird.! Arno's head was swimming at all the attention.
The employee nodded, "Of course! There's blogs and websites and so many other places where people like me just go to talk and write stuff about you guys. Not all of us hate you guys, y'know." she grinned wide, starting to scan all of the items that Arno had brought up, not really realizing that the shark was wearing clothing that wasn't exactly his own.
He nodded at her "like what kind of stuff?" He questioned, now somewhat intrigued by her ramblings. He took in a deep breath and shook his head. She definitely smelt of excitement for the situation.
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She continued to scan the items, unaware that Arno could smell how she was feeling; which was a mixture of excitement, fear, but also possibly being a bit turned on by the danger of it all. "Mostly stories about you guys, some people draw comics, some just draw.... but no one has ever gotten to see you guys all at once side by side so some art is actually off, now that I think about it.." she looked down to her notepad which had a bunch of little stick figure like doodles of a bunch of the renegade members.
He shook his head. "So people draw me really tall or what..?" He questioned, sniffing the air and scrunching his nose. He couldn't help his natural reaction to smelling her. He turned to lean on the counter to hide his lower torso. "I get up to about eight feet tall." He told her, running his fingers across the counter and trying to get his mind off of her...junk.
"Oh yeah, they draw you at least a foot taller - wait, eight feet ?" She asked, stopping about halfway through scanning something, her eyes going wide and getting even more excited. "Hot damn that's huge!" she grinned wide and went back to scanning things, though as she glanced over at the total, she stopped and looked back to him. They hadn't even realized what all he was buying until she looked at it on the screen, "Wait - why are you even... out here buying this stuff?"
"My...girlfriend is hurt and needs help." He replied, glad she changed the conversation to one that made him forget about the thought of plowing her. That's be something she could tell her friends...if she survived. He grunted and shifted his weight again. "So I'm taking care of her. “
The employee seemed to droop as soon as the word girlfriend was dropped, "You- you have a girlfriend?" she said quietly, though her brows furrowed, she put her hands on the counter, feeling her heart drop, though her curiosity got the better of her. "Who is she, is she part of the renegades?"
"She might be." He replied, grinning. "You know moira?" He questioned. He pointed to her warrant on the little board off to the side. "That stack if muscles right there.”
Turning to look at the warrants, she looked back at him, "Her? No one really knows much about her aside from the info on there.... you're saying that she's your girlfriend?" The employee tilted her head a little bit, wondering just how much information she could get out of him without pushing him too far.
He nodded. "Yeah, she's really tall, and really muscular. If you get on her bad side, she could crack your head like a watermelon between her thighs. It's pretty cool." He bragged about her. He crossed his arms and grinned.
The employee nodded, quickly jotting the information down. If she couldn't write herself into scenes with Arno, then she could live vicariously through the one known as Moira. "And you're saying she's sick?" she asked after setting her pencil down and turning back to the register, soon grabbing her own keychain and swiping a savings card across the scanner, the total going down rapidly.
He nodded and then looked over and saw the prices drop. "What the...hey thanks for that." He pointed at the screen. "You humans aren't all bad. " he replied, running thoughts over in his head. "You did me a favor. I owe you one. Name it.”
[Short 5-10 Minute Time-Skip]
"O-Oh Uhm." Her face was a bright red now, hearing that, she decided to take it as a compliment. "It was uh, nice to meet you." She said quickly as she watched him leave, now planning on closing the store for fifteen minutes once he was gone.
He nodded and waved, stepping outside and climbing into the jeep, very frustrated. He sucked down a deep breath and put the keys in the ignition. "That girls probably going to fantasize about me until she dies." He chuckled softly, pulling the jeep out of park and heading down the road, trying to get back to Moira as fast as possible. He pulled back up to the clearing they had been at and put it back in park. "Hopefully she didn't panic. Please still be asleep....". He gasped as he came out of the water with the supplies and rushed to her side, gently tugging on her. "Moira...Moira it's me...the dumb shark." He whispered, his mind roaming wildly. He put the supplies to the side and bit his lip.
Moira was still fast asleep, it was very fitful, having moved about three feet since the other had left. Are was still in a cold sweat, her body shaking slightly as she fought whatever it was in her dreams.
As she was shaken awake, she lifted her hand up to touch his face, looking pretty beat, but still not too bad. "O-oh hey, you look fuzzy..." she mumbled, brows furrowing as she looked him over, having a strange minor hallucination.
"Well I'm not." He leaned into her hand and ran his hand back over her head. "Shoot...." he started rummaging through the bag, trying to find her some medicine and a drink. "I got a bunch of stuff for you. Sorry but I drove the jeep."
"That's ok, you got back here ok..." she mumbled, slowly moving to try and sit up, everything aching now.
Arno helped her up. "I'm going to redress your wounds and get you some food and medicine in you sweetheart..." his hand was gentle as he moved her.
Nodding, she leaned against the wall of the cave, her eyes closing slightly. "Thank you for taking care of me"
Arno shook his head. "This is the very least I could do for you after all you did for me." He replaced the tattered clothing with fresh gauze and antiseptic. He rummaged and handed her a bottle of water and some iron pills along with something for her fever. "You would have been jealous if you'd come with."
Taking the bottle of water, she opened it by biting the lid of it and twisting it. Spitting the lid out of her mouth, she set the bottle down and took the pills - which she had between her palm and the bottle - and threw them into her mouth before downing the entire bottle. "What do you mean by that..?" she asked sleepily, attempting to remove her shirt as she knew that he would have to get at the wounds, but she seemed to stop about halfway as she just stared at her own legs, as if confused by something.
He forced the shirt off, still getting the gauze into pieces and soaked in the antiseptic, "...what's wrong...?" He saw her suddenly stop and helped her out of the shirt, a hand placed on her stump.
"Just got... really dizzy is all." Moira took in a slow breath and let it out as she closed her eyes, leaning back a bit more, "The water did help..." she smiled a bit, turning her head to look at him before opening her eyes again, "You still look fuzzy though."
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Arno nodded. "Probably tired and blood loss. The iron pills should help get a kick in your butt to get more blood going." He pet her head and continued his story, telling her how this human thought they were cool and wanted to jump his bones. He applied a gauze to her hip wound, biting his lip .
Nodding slowly, she closed her eyes again and listened to the story. "Well.. I wouldn't have been jealous if you did that.." Moira smiled a little bit, hissing a little at the pain as the fresh gauze hit the wound. "I would have wanted to watched."
"Oh...well...apparently people draw me in a lot of porn, so I showed her the goods for reference." He laughed, using body tape to keep the gauze in place. He moved to the shoulder wound, doing the same.
"Huh - really? Maybe we'll have to go find it when we get back." She chuckled a little but had to stop, as the pain kicked in again hardcore. "O-oh ouch... that hurts.."
"I know baby. It'll hurt, but it's good hurt. This will help you from losing skin and stuff." He sighed softly and kissed her head.
"Yes. But I have to feed you." He sighed and held up a finger. "Give me a moment." He scrambled out to the car with a can of soup and then bit the top off when he came back. He handed her the steaming soup. "Drink this." He used the lighter from the car to heat the can. So after about five minutes. It was ready to go.
"It still huuurts." She whined softly, brows furrowing and pouting a little bit and leaning into the kiss to her head. "Can I go to sleep again after this?" she asked, opening her eyes again and looking at him with very tired. Having started to doze off when he had gone off again, she was startled awake when he had spoken up again, "Mmmm?" she opened her eyes and reached for the can of soup, not even complaining about the temperature of it as she downed it with ease. Setting the can down, she leaned back and looked at him and smiled, "Thank you."
"Yup. And now crackers." He shoved one into her mouth and got a fresh bottle of water for her. "Gotta have the bread to soak up the soup so it sits right." Moira looked a little startled when the cracker got shoved into her mouth, she ate it quickly, "I.. guess?" she looked at him with a confused look, "I can feed myself, though." she frowned, reaching for the sleeve of crackers, just wanting to do something on her own for a little bit, even if everything did look a little fuzzy.
"I know. But secretly I like feeding you." He shrugged his shoulders and sat back next to her, unwrapping a sandwich and eating it in one bite. "So...I told that girl you were my girlfriend and she got super sad. I told her how cool you were and that you could crush a melon between your thighs." Chuckling a little, she continued to eat some more crackers, keeping her eyes closed as she just listened to him talk, "Well - I haven't done that yet...it's a waste of food." she frowned, thinking about how she probably could do that, maybe she could do that as a show of her strength? Maybe.
He laughed softly. "She was ready to go honestly. I think you'd scare her if we showed up randomly. She was mad because I called the car lady to shut off electronics except for the registers. So I could you medicine, and she gave us a big discount. She was alright for a human....but if you did crush a melon between your thighs...I still would eat it. " he grinned letting the double meaning stand.
Laughing hard, she winced and had to stop slowly, "O-oh.. oh my god. If I wasn't feeling like s**t I would take you up on that offer.." she turned to look at him, opening her eyes and smiling at him. "Though - I mean, you could probably at least do that.." Moira let out a soft sigh and ate a couple more crackers, "Pro...bably not for the best, though."
Arno shook his head. "Not until you feel better. You smell off when you aren't feeling good. It's a turnoff. But, my nose is really sensitive, so don't take that to heart." He wrapped her back up in the blanket. "Get some more rest. I need you to get your beauty sleep." He gave her some head scratches and was happy that he was helping her. She was a bright light in trying times.
Setting the crackers down as Arno went to wrap her back up, she cuddled up in it and looked up at him, smiling weakly. "Thank you.." Moira said softly as she closed her eyes, trying to get comfortable again so she could fall asleep. Thankfully, it wasn't too hard, more so with food in her stomach and someone watching over her.
He nodded at her and propped her up against his back, sticking his feet over it he water and closing his eyes. He listened to her breathing to steady himself and allow himself to rest, his head dipped against his chest, small snores coming from him. He would wake at daybreak.
[End Day Three]
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[Start Day Four] Moira woke not too long after daybreak, groaning as the aching from sleeping on the rocks was quite prominent. "A-ahh ******** that hurts.." she muttered, moving to sit up and stretch, only being able to stretch a little bit. She was definitely feeling much better, the fever was nearly gone by then, and she was looking and feeling much better, aches and pains aside.
He slowly sat up, yawning and dozing off again, not quite realizing she was awake yet. He had slumped over, his head touching his knees and his hands loose at his side. If she didn't see him breathing, she might have thought he was dead by the pose. His foot twitched in the water, causing a slight splash. He hadn't woken up like he'd wanted to. He didn't count on his body being so....tired. But it helped that his self-survival modes weren't clicking on because of her.
Looking over to Arno, she smiled, scooted over to him, and started to cuddle him up. "Mmm.." she closed her eyes and just enjoyed being close to him, having missed it when he was gone.
Arno snored himself awake for the moment, and turned his head to look at her with his right eye. He smiled and closed his eyes for a moment. "Good morning sweetheart." He cooed, reaching back to touch her. "How are you feeling...?"
"Much better" Moira nuzzled into him a little bit, "Thank you for going out and getting stuff last night.." she let out a happy sigh and cuddled closer to him. "I hope whatever it was is done and gone.." she muttered softly.
"Me too, because I was quite literally scared. You are honestly the only thing I know right now, and the only thing I care about. I'd just go jump into a volcano and die." He groaned and kept scooting back until he was in her lap.
Once Arno was on her lap, she moved her hand to gently run her fingers along his right fin, humming softly before she spoke, "Well, you don't have to do that because I'm here and you're here.... and we're both alive and well." she leaned down to kiss his lips gently.
Arno shuddered against the touch of his fin. He nodded at her. "I won't do it of course. There's more...mmmph..." he was cut off by the gentle kiss, arms shaking and snaking around her torso.
Leaning back after the kiss, she hovered for a moment and continued to caress his fin, "Mmmm.. I don't want to leave just yet, can we just..enjoy this?" she asked, looking down at him.
He left his mouth open for a moment. A gasp escaping as he closed his eyes. "S..sure..whatever you want Moira..." he replied shakily. He slowly opened his eyes to stare at her face, his right eye bouncing back and forth to look at her gorgeous eyes.
[Time Skip]
"Mhm. It's got a bit of a thrill to it." Moira smiled at him, winking and settling back down once he had gotten to get the bag full of supplies. "Well, we were pretty careful, honestly. Considering I can probably still walk after that, it wasn't as hard as we usually go." She leaned back a bit, allowing for him to get at the wounds a bit easier. The gauze from the previous night smelled a bit, not from their fun or the blood, but something that was in the blood.
He stopped to sniff the bandage, of course something didn't smell right. "I...you still don't smell right." He had a perplexed face, bringing it closer to his face and nose. He took another sniff. "What...did you get an infection...? But I cleaned it. There's no way." He tried to put his finger on it. Did she get poisoned....? He continued to sniff, trying to pinpoint exactly what was going on. "Moira...lass...are you still feeling alright?"
Moira watched him, looking a little concerned, "I don't... smell right..?" she asked frowning little bit and looking down to the wounds, "I, I feel well enough. The fever is almost gone... I can see things normally..." she let out a sigh, running her hand through her hair, "I don't know what else could be wrong with me."
"I don't know...it's like there's something in your blood..." he whispered, getting down to eye the wound. He dabbed his finger against it and put the finger in his mouth. "Definitely something." He moved over to the water quickly before scooping water to clean his mouth. "All you took was bullets unless they have some sort of weird ammo. Do your powers work...?"
"Yeah, they work, the third eye one was acting up last night." Moira sighed, moving to rub her eyes as age started to think. Maybe she just got unlucky with something? "Maybe I didn't get all of the bullet out? “
Arno put his nose near the wound and started sniffing. "Well I should be able to smell the lead then." He replied, wrapping an arm tightly around as he moved about her body.
"It's all I can think of..." Moira mumbled, her face going red as he held her close to sniff her, which was a strange sensation to her. There were two wounds that still held shrapnel, the shoulder and the hip wound, both of them having hit bone, and thanks to her frame, didn't stay completely whole.
Arno grunted and then his eye filled with gold. His left eye started bouncing around, it's gold colored pupil growing and shrinking. "This might hurt..you still have bullet stuff in you. It fragmented on your bones." He waited for a moment. "You might want to do the thing with your arm."
"Mother ********> Moira muttered under her breath, bringing her right hand up to the stump, drawing out the gem arm, but this time going with smaller, thinner finger-tips. "This really is going to hurt.." she mumbled, looking down at her wounds, "You're going to have to help me, if you can see them, that is.."
He nodded. It was more of he could see what had the absence of correct heat and could determine if it was bullet. He started giving her directions towards the shrapnel, a single hand on her leg to try and comfort her.
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She sucked in a breath and went to work on removing the shrapnel from her wounds, having to stop every so often to keep herself from crying out in pain. Slowly, but eventually she managed to get one wound free of the excess metal, but she had to stop, her hands shaking and the gem arm needing to be refreshed. <******** that hurts.."
[HP: 26 (down from 30)]
"I know baby...I know. I'll make it up to you. There's a little still in the hip." He reached up and pet her face. "You've got this ."
Taking a moment to breath, her entire body shaking as she did, she worked on getting what was left in the hip wound. Another fifteen minutes passed of her cursing and whining, but all together with Arnos help, removing the excess metal. Letting out a pained noise once the last piece was removed, she laid back against the wall of the cave, her breathing shallow and her body covered in sweat. "I-I think.. I think I need to rest.." she murmured, feeling a dull, throbbing headache just behind her temples.
[HP: 21]
Arno nodded, his body moving quickly to clean her up and reapply gauze. He looked over her body one last time before letting out a satisfied sigh. "Let's get more food in you." He grabbed some more sandwiches and opened their packaging, putting them near Moira. "Because I think this will be more helpful than anything else. " he smiles up at her. She did look worse for wear. He looked down between her legs and bit his lip, then looked up and stuffed a cracker into his mouth.
"I just need to....just need to lay here a moment.." Moira mumbled, bringing her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose, brows furrowing as she tried to deal with the headache. It was annoying, painful, and just lurking in her head, as if waiting to explode into a much worse headache at any time. "Think you can wait another day before we hit the road..?" she asked after a couple moments of silence, trying to get her thoughts in order.
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"If...if you think that's best. Yes. We can wait another day. But we can't slap our bodies together. I opened your wound the last time." He sighed softly. He wished he knew how to stitch her up. He picked up one of the sandwiches. "I know you are in pain, but please try to eat. " he moved the sandwich towards her mouth, a repeat of the burger about to happen if she didn't grab it.
With a soft chuckle, she managed to pull herself into a sitting position and grabbed the sandwich, "Yeaah, but it did feel great , I did sort of need it... it relieved a lot of stress." Moira turned to look at him, smiling a bit, "Once we get back and properly patched up, we can go at it like we used to."
He nodded. "Well...I can always give you a little something something for stress relief today is you need it. But for now..." he grabbed a powerade and cracked the top, taking a drink and then pulling more iron pills. "I'm playing nurse." He still hadn't pulled on clothing, which didn't bother him in front of her. "You just tell me what you need. “ he moved to sit next to her, smiling to himself.
Moira smiled at him, easily devouring the sandwich, "I'll try to tell you what I need if I can think about it, I might just try and reach for it myself." she stated, sticking out her tongue for a second or two, "I do know that rest is definitely in order... - if I had my phone, I could at least tell them what's going on.."
Arno laughed and then rummaged around one of the bags, grabbing her phone and the card. He'd never properly returned them. He held them up and then put them in her lap. "I took both of these, one so I could call the car lady to find a store to get you food and medicine in. She gave me good advice to keep you healthy." He crossed his arms somewhat triumphantly.
Laughing a bit, she put the card near the pants she had been wearing earlier, "I'll have to thank her, then." she smiled, grabbing the phone and quickly going through the contacts and calling Anastasia, feeling much more comfortable calling her at random times of the day instead of Michael.
Keeping her eyes closed as she answered the phone, Anastasia took in a breath, "Anastasia Speaking, is this Arno or Moira?" she asked quickly, deciding to get that question done with.
"It's Moira." She stated, closing her eyes as she leaned back, "Wanted to thank you for helping him get things for me, and we're going to be a day behind... I'm still pretty rough right now, can you pass that to Michael?" Moira asked.
"Will do. Rest well, Moira." Anastasia smiled a bit before ending the call, knowing that Moira usually kept her calls short by now when she was doing updates. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked about the lab.
Michael slowly woke, having gotten about six hours of sleep, but roused with the talking. His hand slowly snaked over to his coffee machine, which he hadn't been turning off and he poured himself a cup of coffee, instinctively. He lifted his head just enough to get to it and started drinking. "They're resting..." He whispered before looking tiredly back at Anastasia. "I like you. You can stay. "
Arno closed his eyes, leaning his head back in the cave and started to grow anxious. He started to fidget a little bit and kept glancing everywhere. No heat signatures in the cave except for them. He started playing with the rocks, leaning softly into Moira.
"Sorry for waking you, Sir." Anastasia said quickly as she noticed that her speaking had woken him up, feeling a little guilty for that. Staying in her spot in the corner, she looked down for a moment.
Moira just watched him, smiling a bit, "Need something to do...?" She asked quietly, slightly amused as he started to play with the rocks. Lifting her hand up, she focused on a handful of the rocks and slowly lifted them up with her geokinesis.
Michael shook his head. "It's fine. You are doing exactly what was asked of you. You know, you can always pull a chair closer to the desk. You don't have to keep sitting in the corner, unless that's just the spot you like."
Arno agreed with Moira. "Yeah, I just get a little bored if I'm just sitting around." He stared at the rocks as they started to move. "Alright, what's the game? Catch? Get the rocks before you move them...?" He got to his feet, only taking a moment to stretch and flex his body out.
Anastasia looked back down at the floor, letting out a soft sigh, "Computers tend to stay in places that stay out of the way, right?" she asked in a very monotone voice before slowly standing up. "Besides, I am used to sitting on the floor, but if you wish for me to sit on a chair, then I can sit on a chair. I had just figured you would want chairs available incase anyone else came into the Lab." she started to walk over, placing her hands on the back of one of the chairs.
"Well.. hmm..." Moira leaned back a little bit, moving the rocks in a circular motion, mimicking it with her hand a bit. "I'm not sure, we could do fetch, but I'd only be able to throw them further into the cave"
Michael sighed. "You may be a computer, but you are still a being. A meta. So I will treat you like another meta. Please, feel free to take a seat." In went more coffee, a ritual that seemed to be nearly constant at this point. If he let himself Completely sleep, he was worried he'd never wake up at this point.
Arno nodded at her and then tapped his head. "Oh..." he grabbed a box of hygienic wipes and started wiping Moira down, somewhat forgetting in all the panic he had totally made her dirty. "I don't think we should explore more of the cave, in the event there are like a pack of animals we don't want to deal with."
Moving to sit down, Anastasia folded her hands in her lap, though as she started to look down, she looked to the coffee, only to realize that she wasn't even sure if she needed to consume any food or beverages to actually survive. Had she been eating or drinking? She couldn't recall.
Blinking and dropping the Geokinesis, causing the rocks to tumble to the ground, as he started to wipe her down. "Maybe. Oh, maybe we could make sandcastles - I can soften the ground here.."
"That could be a lot of fun." Arno waited for her, getting up and circling in the cave, then crouching to wait for her to soften the ground. "I've never made sand castles before." He admitted. "So mine might suck."
Nodding, Moira sat up a little more, placing her hand on the ground and softening the top foot or so from stone to dirt, then after a couple seconds, dirt to sand. "T-there we go.." she murmured, smiling a bit as she let her hand sink into the sand.
He looked up at her and then started to dig his hands into the sand, creating a small mound. He looked down at the sand again and started trying to get it to form up, then cupped some water over to it and continued. "The wet sand is better right?"
She just watched him, soon nodding, "Yeah, wet sand is generally better." she smiled, just wanting to keep him busy. Moira herself could generally sit still for long periods of time, but watching someone else slowly becoming more and more antsy made her nervous as well.
He continued to play on the sand for nearly hours, building a little castle and a moat. He laughed softly to himself as he played, getting his energy out. It felt somewhat kiddish, but as long as Moira was alright with it, he was fine with it. He stretched and washed his hands off and then sat back in the cave, staring at his masterpiece
As Arno played in the sand, Moira slowly dozed off, soon curling up in the mess of blankets, her body far too sore and tired to do much else. Her hair still sticking to her face and the back of her neck, Moira looked a mess, more so as she hadn't taken a proper shower or bath in a couple days.
Arno eventually got bored with the sand and went to skinny dip, diving in with a small splash and disappearing under the depths. There were so many fish and bottom feeders in this water, but the water was so clear. It was beautiful, and non polluted. He was pretty happy, swimming like this. This also gave him the ability to freshen up, but he refused to mix the soap in this water. He'd have to repurpose one of the plastic bags and take a bath in the cave. Maybe she could dip the stone and let him fill it. Arno lept out of the water at one point and got onto the rocks, shaking off and flipping his Mohawk back. He had been away from her too long and wanted to check on her, and maybe give her the idea for a bath pit.
Moira was still fast asleep, dark circles under her eyes and looking much more exhausted than she was when she was awake. Having curled up as much as she could under the blanket, she looked as if she just wanted to sleep for the next couple hours.
Arno did the only thing he could think to do. He folded another blanket in his lap and then tugged her over, making it so that she had a pillowed lap to lay her head in and stroked her hair, singing a soft shanty about leaving the ship because it was moored.
Feeling something moving her, Moira slowly opened her eyes, more so when someone started to sing. Closing them when she noticed it was Arno singing, she smiled and cuddled up to him a little more, just content in listening to him sing while she laid there. It was actually rather... refreshing having someone take care of you.
Arno was running out of songs he could remember, so he slowly brought back a shanty, it coming fresh into his mind. "I thought I heard the ol' man say...leave her johnny leave 'er....oh the voyage is long and the wind don't blow, and it's time for us to leave her..." he pet her hair softly scratching her scalp softly. "Aw... my throat is dry..." he complained softly, coughing.
Tilting her head a little to the side, Moira leaned into the head scratches, "Mmmm..." she smiled a bit more, opening one eye to look up at him. "Your voice is fantastic.." she whispered, closing her eye again and just wanting more head scratches, looking like a pleased dog that was getting it's well deserved ear-scritchies.
He shook his head solemnly. "Not quite as angelic. I've got that ol sailor voice." He replied, continuing the scritches, only because he knew she liked them. He took a mental note for any time he wanted to dote on her. "I don't know why you'd like it. but then again, maybe you just have better tastes. I mean, we are together, so you've got some good taste." he tried not to sound standoffish about getting compliments.
Moira chuckled a little, "I like your voice because it's yours, it's delightfully raspy and has it's own character, like you. It's got the same bite you do, but it's still got some softness to it...just like you." She opened her eyes to look up at him, grinning. "Besides, I like voices like that."
It was obvious she was getting to him. His eyes were watery and his face was blushing. "I...thank you." He dipped his head to rest against hers and breathed deeply, very happy that if anyone had found him, it had been her. She was his most favorite person. Completely. "H how are you feeling...?" He wanted to keep making sure she was fine.
"O-oh, Arno, don't cry.." She frowned, bringing her hand up to caress his cheek, "I didn't mean to make you cry.." worried that maybe she said the wrong thing, though as he asked her about herself, she closed her eyes, having to think about just what the right word was. "Tired, a little hungry."
He shook his head. "I'll try to suck it up." He laughed wry fully against her head and stroked her face. "There's some salted fish, we could either cook it or eat it raw. “
"I just didn't mean to make you cry.." she frowned a little more, moving up just enough to kiss his lips gently. "I think I'm hungry enough to not care how they're prepared, now." Moira tried to sit up, but let out a hiss of pain when she tried to. "Ooo-oh okay, wow that is sore."
"Yeah...Let me help you, dang it, before you go off hurting yourself. " He put his hands on her back and slowly helped push her up. "Ya dingus." He laughed and pat her. Once he got her sitting, he hopped over, grabbed the fish he had prepared the night before, and then brought them to her. "Take your fill. I was eating while I swam. Also, once you are done, I have an idea how to bathe without ruining the water outside."
Once she was sitting up, she scooted back to lean against the cave wall, gently putting her head against it, then grabbing a blanket to use as a pillow so it was a little more comfortable. Looking at the fish, she took them and ate nearly all of them, licking her fingers when she was done. "Oh, what's the idea?"
"So, we get you to use your powers to dip the ground into a sort of bowl, and then I'll use my feral power to blast water into it, and we'll have fresh bathing water. And then we can just let heat evaporate it when we're done with it. Easy, Peasy." He bowed after explaining the idea.
Picking at the last fish as she listened to Arno speak, she was about to talk with her mouth full of fish before she covered her hand, swallowed, then started to speak. "That shouldn't be too hard. I could even harden the stone to make it absorb less of the water."
He crossed his arms in victory. "So yeah, I've got it pretty much nailed. I just don't want to disturb the ecosystem, and pouring soaps and stuff into it would pollute the water."
"Yeah, would be best to not ******** up those things." Moira let out a soft sigh as she placed a hand on the floor of the cave, closing one eye as she slowly started to work on dragging the earth down into a bowl-like shape a couple feet away from her.
[Time Skip/End Day Four]
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 5:11 pm
[Start Day Five]
As morning heralded its arrival with not bright sunshine to wake the two, but just the chirping of birds as they were well enough away from the waterfall proper to see the sunlight trying to shine through, Moira groggily woke up. Shaking her head a little, she slowly opened her eyes and yawned, looking around to remember where she was as she had nearly forgotten. Looking up at Arno, as she had managed to stay quite cuddled up next to him during the night, she smiled and cuddled closer, closing her eyes to just enjoy the moment.
Arno's large chest rose and fell with steady breathing, his heavy tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth. He didn't normally sleep in feral form, so his body was doing whatever it needed to make him comfortable. He was having a dream where he had been hiking for miles staring down at a shipwreck, the salty breeze rolling and filling his senses with some unknown nostalgia. The sky started to darken and he could see Moira, fighting for her life against the storm, the ship no longer wrecked, but bouncing around on the seas. There was a captain there....she couldn't get Moira back from the sea. Arno panicked, trying desperately to get to her. He startled awake at the chirping of birds unaware that he had been softly calling her name in his sleep.
Gently rubbing Arnos chest when he started to call her name, Moira seemed to be attempting to just let him know that she was there, though as he woke up, she looked up at him. "Good morning." she smiled, clearly not having had moved since he had moved her last night. Moving to it up, she winced when she started to put weight on her wounds, but she pushed through it so she could kiss him.
Arno kissed her back, his breathing fast but quickly slowing. "I...was having nightmares...you were lost at sea. It was so peaceful until that. " he ran a heavy hand down her back. His frown slowly turned to a smile. "You smell so nice. You pick good soaps." He pat her softly and slowly stood up; hand around her waist so that she could get her feet on the ground.
"Lost at sea, huh?" She asked, enjoying his help up as it was a pain to get up, more so with the wounds. "Funny enough, I've never actually been on a ship before, though I can say that we would occasionally get old sailors in the bar I used to work at." Moira chuckled a bit, "and I'm glad I smell good, it's always hard to find good soaps when you're on the run."
He nodded and stared out at the water. He watched the drops of the waterfall as it met the large body of water and then suddenly turned to her. "I just dawned on me. Can you even swim...?" He asked, rolling his shoulders and moving to collect all of their supplies. He wanted to get back to the base. If he stayed in feral form, he doubted anyone would really notice him since his bounty was his human form.
"I mean, I used to be able to swim, but I haven't tried in some years. Being captured does that, and I would never really swim in anything but the pool at the gym." Moira shrugged as much as her body would allow her, slowly stretching to get her back to pop a couple times.
He just looked get over for a moment, as if lost somewhere distant in his mind for a moment before tugging all the bags over one shoulder. "We should really get the lead out. " he looked down at his body and made a weird look. "And then I realized I won't be wearing anything for our drive. “
Nodding, Moira walked over to him, then laughed a bit, "Did you want to just put one of the blanket around you like a little kilt, or do you not care?" She asked, though as she looked down at the water, she wondered if she could still swim. "Did you want me to try and swim...?" she asked hesitantly.
He shook his head. "I'll just free ball it. Who cares. It's better for you if I did it like that." He looked down at the water. "Let me put this stuff in the jeep and I'll be back, we will see how well you swim. That way I can have my hands free in case you just sink."
Nodding, Moira sat down on the edge of the cave and put her feet in the water, waving them about. "Sounds like a plan." She smiled, looking over at him. Though now the worry about sinking was setting in her mind, a fear she wasn't aware she had.
Arno returned shortly after, resting comfortably in the water, treading with his legs. "Are you ready? Go ahead and swim towards me. I'll be there if you panic." He waved a hand at her and smiled.
"Alright..." Moira murmured, trying to see if she could feel the bottom of the rocks, wanting to at least steady herself. Luckily, there was a bit of a shelf just below where she had been sitting, allowing her to stand up with the water about thigh high. Carefully stepping to the edge, she could feel it already cracking under her weight. "Here goes nothing." She whispered before taking in a breath and diving towards Arno, the muscle memory for swimming there, but weak. Though no amount of muscle memory would help her as she started to sink, and sink fast. Eyes going wide as she tried to keep herself even remotely close to the surface of the water, it looked like she was at least attempting, but her innate weight due to her adamantine frame was making it impossible.
He bit his lip and then dove under, swinging his body underneath hers and using the bed at the bottom of the water to push her head back above. He wasn't really worried about drowning, his gills kicking in and filtering oxygen from the water. He continued to push her body until they were at the other side, waiting for her to climb out. Water was his domain, but if anything happened to her, he wanted to make sure water wasn't the thing that took her away from him. His mind was screaming at him, due to the dream from the night before and this morning, but he took steady breaths to keep from panicking. It'd be obvious on his face that he had been when he lifted out of the water.
Gasping for air as soon as her head broke the surface, she clung to Arno as tight as she could, sucking in quick, shaky breaths between coughing fits. She was trying to keep herself collected, for the most part, but as soon as she had climbed out of the water, she just laid on the ground, her legs still in the water, she seemed to be struggling to breath. Coughing a bit more, Moira coughed up some water before pulling in a deep breath, coughing a bit more. Tears streaming down her face, she punched the ground in anger, frustrated at herself that she sank.
Arno hopped out of the water and scrambled to her front. With the punch, he took a few steps back and shook his head. "Hey, hey....that was unfair, please don't cry." He could smell the salt in her tears. "I'm a giant fish. Of course I swim well. I wanted to see...you have a heavy frame." He didn't want to tell her she weighed a lot, because that was unfair. He knew she had a lot of muscle. "Come on. I won't ask you to do that again. I'm so sorry..."
"I-I'm pissed off that I can't swim anymore." Moira shouted, looking more angry than upset now, "I used to be able to, but now I can't!" she sucked in a breath to try and calm herself, but a slight sob hitched in her throat. Coughing a couple times, she slowly sat up, wiping her eye with her wrist, "I-I'll be fine... I just.." she looked down to the ground and away, trying to hide the fact that it had shaken her up pretty badly, "I know I weigh a lot more... I can tell...I just...." she sighed.
He shook his head. He was pretty saddened to have ruined the day already. He was determined to make it better. "Well, to be fair, you are kind of missing the other arm. Kinda hard to swim without it." He ruffles her hair and kisses her head. "Come on. You're alright. I'll be there to get you any time. I'll just try to keep from having buildings fall on me." He laughed at the situation and what he'd said and sighed. "I'll even uh...tease you on the highway.. if that will make you not think about t." He put a hand down to pull her up. "So brush yourself off and get changed captain . You are still my hero."
Looking up at him, she took his hand and took in another shaky breath as she was helped up, just looking at her feet. "I'll have to focus on driving, so probably not a good idea.." Moira looked up to him, just a bit amused that she could actually look up at him when he was in his Feral form, though she just stared at him when he called her captain. "Uh... I'm, not... your Captain.." She hadn't fully realized, before, the full extent of his memory loss, but now it was quite clear.
"I don't really have a captain..?" He shrugged. "I just thought it would be fun to call you that...did I have a Captain? Am I actually a pirate..?" He asked helping her towards the car where he had the duffel. "What's the Captain look like...?" It was twenty questions all over again.
Moira chuckled weakly, running her hand through her hair, now feeling a little uneasy. Maybe if she could jog his memory a bit. "Well - you did...and you were...uhm.." Her brows furrowed as she tried her best to recall the information, "You ended up being saved by her I think, and uhm... you were a pirate of a sorts...I believe her name is Undine... and I know she had bright pink hair.."
He laughed. "You trying to tell me your name is Undine now? You are the only one with pink hair I know..." he gripped his head, feeling the telltale sign of pain. "I just remember...seeing wings...from a captain..."
Moira walked over to him and put her hand on his cheek, "She had wings too - she might be back at the base when we get back, but... I'm horrible at describing people... but I know her hair was bright, near neon, pink - more vibrant than mine."
He shook his head. "You say she saved me the first time...? Do I chronically lose my memory....do I hurt you like this..?" He questioned, his eyes soft and pleading, unsure if all he was was a big problem to her.
"I'm...not sure about the memory loss...but I know you did tell me that she saved you..." Moira let out a soft sigh, "Honestly, everyone needs to be saved every so often. I know I wouldn't be here with you if my brother didn't save me.." she looked down for a moment, then back into his eyes, "It only hurts because I care, but we can work past it, I'm sure."
He nodded, still giving her a pained look. "I really want to make it up to you. Being a hassle. I...don't want to be a burden to anyone. That's not why I exist." He turned to look at the jeep and then put his hands on it, staring off into the distance. "So, I just..." he sucked in a deep breath. "I don't want to keep hurting you."
Moira put her hand on his back, right below his shoulder, "Arno..." she smiled sadly, "I love you, I really do, I want to help you.... I'm just not sure how.”
Arno dipped his head and closed his eyes. "I don't know. Maybe I'll wake up and remember everything, or maybe it will just come back in glimpses of my dreams, either way, I'm moving forward. If I have a Captain, she will welcome me back, just as my lover has. I can't imagine a captain would let a giant shark go so easily." She smiled, brows furrowed a little, "Well, we'll see how things go... and it is very difficult to let go of a shark." she chuckled a little, moving to kiss his cheek, "we should get going."
He touched his cheek where she kissed him and nodded. "Yeah...keys are in the duffel, front pants pocket. " he pointed, then climbed into the car and tugged a blanket into his lap. "It might be fun riding in this jeep like this. Scare people on the highway."
Going over to the bag and fishing out the keys, she hopped into the driver's seat and buckled up, "More than likely, though we're getting to the highway that should have less people on it..." She was trying to remember exactly where they were, though she might have to get Anastasia to give her directions again as it was easy to get lost sometimes.
"You gonna drive naked too?" He asked, seeing that she hadn't bothered to put clothes on. He laughed softly to himself and shook his head. "Highway sounds nice. “
"Oh right, clothes are a thing." she chuckled, unbuckling herself and pulling some clothes out of the bag. Digging through, the bag, she pulled out a pair of shorts and wiggled into them, then pulled out a simple tank top that took a bit of shimmying to get on, deciding to say '******** it' to underwear in general today.
Arno laughed. "Well we will just use a blanket as a kilt for me." He leaned back and buckled in. "Onward, to the base. I've got a Moira to wreck."
"Onward it is." Moira chuckled, buckling back in an texting Anastasia quickly before she started off, getting the rough directions. Once she got directions, she started to head off.
