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<Snipped quote by Wick>
Definitely!
But wasn't it mentioned Benji was in a grocery store? I could have sworn...
They bought hair dye at some kind of store
Dan Carver
Location: Church.
Interacting With: Slyke and Raini
Dan laughed as Slyke expressed the desire to hunt. “Couldn't have said it better. Every day we're here not bagging...deer feels like a failure.” He said anxious to make a difference in the town, to help take to back from monsters and leave it in the care of good people. That was what gave life meaning and everyday that didn't put them closer to that goal was a failure. Everyday that lacked a fight for his life made his muscles ache with anticipation for combat, for the surge of fear and adrenalin that made him feel truly alive. This long with a good fight made it hard to relax and difficult to focus on anything else. For a small town that was both run by and over run with monsters to be hunted he had thought it would be non stop action but so far it had dull. He guessed all the these things had lived in the community long enough to be skilled at blending in, but they'd all slip eventually, these monsters always did. All he and his fellow hunters had to do was be ready and make sure they were around when these monsters did slip.
His head turned to look as another entered the church and his posture straightened as a sign of respect as Raini entered. She was nearly as strict as other leaders he'd worked for, but he was already conditioned that way by others and he truly believed a good leader should be respect whether they demanded it or not. She handed Slyke a flyer about a carnival that was to be in town today, a prefect feeding ground for supernaturals, vampires especially. Dark, crowded, noisy, and filled with strangers and carnie folk making it easy to shift the blame should any possible missing people even be tied to the carnival. “Ma'am I would be glad to assist in paroling the carnival.” He offered as Slyke suggested that more than one set of eyes would be the best way to got, maybe even finding an inside source. Not knowing the size or layout of the carnival was a clear disadvantage. Not having a real idea who was an enemy and who was not was another. Rumor had it that this town was a haven for unnatural creatures, and some of them were likely old and powerful, the more hunters around the better the odds. “If you want information all you have to is snag one young vamp, they usually get talkative after a bit of holy water boarding. Wolves can be a bit trickier in my experience.” He replied in a hushed tone as the Father had asked them to keep hunting talk quiet. He'd done interrogations before, it was usually a reliable way to find a lair or nest if you could find someplace quiet to keep the creature.
Dan knew he would have no problem staying focused at a carnival, he could care less about rides and fried food on a stick. Funnel cakes were probably one of most disgusting things ever created, who would want to eat fried batter covered in sugar? Dan did not put the amount of effort in maintaining his build to clog up his arteries with garbage. The last thing he needed was to escape being murdered by vampires and werewolves only to have a heart attack get him in the end. He doubted a carnival in a small town had a true roller coaster that could provide an actually thrill and tunnels of love and Ferris wheels where for people on dates. He did enjoy gambling games of skill, strength or chance. While many carnie games were rigged Dan had a natural talent for some of them and the right skill set for even more. He used to love impressing dates with his skill for such games when he was younger as well as winning prizes for the occasional child who looked disappointed by their own losses to such games. Since he was an adult with self-control he was fully capable of ignoring his desire to take part in carnie games and focus on his job.
Benji gazed deep into Willa's eyes as she moved closer to him. His fingers stopped moving when her soft lips touched his, and he rested his hand near her shoulder. He closed his eyes and allowed his other senses to focus. They had never been this close before and he could clearly hear the quickening of both their heartbeats. His mind cleared in that moment, his thoughts of danger or scientists all gave way to a singular focus on Willa. She was close enough that he could smell nothing else. He felt her nose against his skin, and his against hers and felt soft gusts of warm breath against his skin as they kissed. For a long time he had been looking for something worth dying for but what he had now was something worth living for and that was so much better.
“I know, and I'd do anything for you.” He whispered back in the moments when there lips were apart. They both pulled away at the sound of Paon's snoring, Benji had forgotten the dragon was there for a few minutes. “As long as you promise not to get a cat, I know how you witches can be found of them.” He whispered, teasing a bit. He slept abnormally well that night, partially due to the exhaustion the day and his injuries had cause and partially due to the calming effect Willa's presence had on him.
When he did wake he saw Paon finally up and about looking out a window. “Hey you must be Paon, you look a lot different conscious.” He joked as he sat up. “You feeling better? I'm Benji, by the way, a friend of Willa's.” He added wincing slightly at the soreness of his side. He got up and turned the small television on, keeping the volume low enough that it would be inaudible to most. A news program was broadcasting footage of the destruction of the theater and a few other buildings. A woman hooded woman was said to be the cause. He watched in amazement at the power this one had. The following story told of a break in at the labs, the release and theft of research subjects, another crime suspected to have been committed by unnatural creatures. It looked like word of the existence of supernatural creatures was leaking out to the masses.
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Charlie made a face at Right's comment on wine. “It taste like spoiled grape juice.” He whispered like it was a secret and shook his head in disapproval. West shook his head in disapproval at Charlie's less than professional manner.
“Still, I hate any profit loss no matter how small.” West said to Right, glancing at Murphy and the others who came back in from outside.
“The Iceman is bagged, tagged, and on his way to a cage.” Murphy said, softly and with pride as he approached the table. Charlie went to high five Murphy on a job well done and nearly fell out of his chair. “Ok well I think Charlie needs a ride home so we'll be going now.” He said laughing a bit a Charlie's current lack of balance. West handed Murphy a blue vial.
“Have him drink this tomorrow morning.” West said and Murphy nodded. He helped Charlie to the car and handed him the vial. “You're lucky bro, this is West's personal hang over cure. I've had a few times myself it is a bottled miracle. I don't know why he doesn't sell it, he'd make a goddamn fortune.”
“It looks like a glow stick.” Charlie said in amazement as he played with the vial.
Murphy drove Charlie home and returned early the next day to take Charlie to get his own car from the bar. Charlie had woken up with a hangover that ranked in the top three of his life, immediately drank Dr. West's cure, which tasted surprisingly like coconut, and felt better than he did on an average day. He'd never been more excited to get work and was nearly bouncing in the seat as Murphy took him to get his own car.
He was a bit late to the office and hadn't even bothered to stop for coffee opting to drink water knowing that he ought to re-hydrate himself a little. He stopped by Maren's desk on the way in and did a drum roll with his hands on her desk. “Maren what's up? I'm assuming you heard about the break in? People for the ethical treatment of monsters or some equally insane group I'm guess. No need to worry though, we are going to get to the bottom of this. Production should be back on track soon enough. I just hope nobody gets hurt by all those loose monsters though.” Charlie said with an abnormal amount of energy even for him and an increased enthusiasm for the job. “Maybe we should think about tracking devices for the most desirable and dangerous subjects.” He said thinking aloud.
“Oh last night I kind of help catch a new subject we found him working at the bar. We're gonna have to do some interrogating to figure out what sort of thing her is though.” He added raising his hand in anticipation for a high five of a job well done. “Pretty cool right?” He asked.
“I know, and I'd do anything for you.” He whispered back in the moments when there lips were apart. They both pulled away at the sound of Paon's snoring, Benji had forgotten the dragon was there for a few minutes. “As long as you promise not to get a cat, I know how you witches can be found of them.” He whispered, teasing a bit. He slept abnormally well that night, partially due to the exhaustion the day and his injuries had cause and partially due to the calming effect Willa's presence had on him.
When he did wake he saw Paon finally up and about looking out a window. “Hey you must be Paon, you look a lot different conscious.” He joked as he sat up. “You feeling better? I'm Benji, by the way, a friend of Willa's.” He added wincing slightly at the soreness of his side. He got up and turned the small television on, keeping the volume low enough that it would be inaudible to most. A news program was broadcasting footage of the destruction of the theater and a few other buildings. A woman hooded woman was said to be the cause. He watched in amazement at the power this one had. The following story told of a break in at the labs, the release and theft of research subjects, another crime suspected to have been committed by unnatural creatures. It looked like word of the existence of supernatural creatures was leaking out to the masses.
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Charlie made a face at Right's comment on wine. “It taste like spoiled grape juice.” He whispered like it was a secret and shook his head in disapproval. West shook his head in disapproval at Charlie's less than professional manner.
“Still, I hate any profit loss no matter how small.” West said to Right, glancing at Murphy and the others who came back in from outside.
“The Iceman is bagged, tagged, and on his way to a cage.” Murphy said, softly and with pride as he approached the table. Charlie went to high five Murphy on a job well done and nearly fell out of his chair. “Ok well I think Charlie needs a ride home so we'll be going now.” He said laughing a bit a Charlie's current lack of balance. West handed Murphy a blue vial.
“Have him drink this tomorrow morning.” West said and Murphy nodded. He helped Charlie to the car and handed him the vial. “You're lucky bro, this is West's personal hang over cure. I've had a few times myself it is a bottled miracle. I don't know why he doesn't sell it, he'd make a goddamn fortune.”
“It looks like a glow stick.” Charlie said in amazement as he played with the vial.
Murphy drove Charlie home and returned early the next day to take Charlie to get his own car from the bar. Charlie had woken up with a hangover that ranked in the top three of his life, immediately drank Dr. West's cure, which tasted surprisingly like coconut, and felt better than he did on an average day. He'd never been more excited to get work and was nearly bouncing in the seat as Murphy took him to get his own car.
He was a bit late to the office and hadn't even bothered to stop for coffee opting to drink water knowing that he ought to re-hydrate himself a little. He stopped by Maren's desk on the way in and did a drum roll with his hands on her desk. “Maren what's up? I'm assuming you heard about the break in? People for the ethical treatment of monsters or some equally insane group I'm guess. No need to worry though, we are going to get to the bottom of this. Production should be back on track soon enough. I just hope nobody gets hurt by all those loose monsters though.” Charlie said with an abnormal amount of energy even for him and an increased enthusiasm for the job. “Maybe we should think about tracking devices for the most desirable and dangerous subjects.” He said thinking aloud.
“Oh last night I kind of help catch a new subject we found him working at the bar. We're gonna have to do some interrogating to figure out what sort of thing her is though.” He added raising his hand in anticipation for a high five of a job well done. “Pretty cool right?” He asked.
Although Dan had worked a late shift at the bar the night before, he had gotten up bright and early to hit the gym. He trained daily, he had to vampires and werewolves had a supernatural advantage and staying alive meant relying on your strength, skill, and knowledge. Staying in top condition, studying these monsters and ensuring he was well trained with his weapons was the difference between life and death. It was like his father always told him, “A gallon of sweat saves a pint of blood.” His fathers favorite quote from General Patton and something he would tell Dan anytime he complained about all the training he went through as a child. He was grateful that his dad had worked him hard though, it made him who he was and kept him alive. Bellingstone had a descent gym for a small town but nothing like he'd seen in larger cities.
After a long work out he showered at the gym and jogged back to the church where he and the other hunters were staying. It was raining steadily outside and he was pretty much soaked by the time he got back to the church. He headed to the room at the building to the back of the church where they hunters were staying. It was kind of weird to be staying at a church, he hadn't know they did that sort of thing. It had been a long while since he'd been in a church, he'd gone when his wife was alive and as kid with his mother before that, but since he'd lost his wife he hadn't had a lot of faith in anything. He headed into the room to change into some dry clothes and threw his gym clothes and wet clothes into a laundry basket noting that he should find a laundry mat at sometime soon. He had a knife in one boot and a stake in the other, sliver knuckledusters in one pocket and some vials of holy water in the other pocket, he figured if it looked like they'd be doing some serious hunting he could come back for more.
Dan wondered around the rest of the church trying to stay out of the way of volunteers. He ended up in the main part of the church where Father Luca and Slyke were. “Father Luca.” He said greeting the man with a light slap on the back. “I'm sure if anyone heard us talking about hunting they'd assume we meant deer.” He said with a bit of light teasing. He liked the Father, it was kind of him to give them a place to stay but he got the feeling that hunting made the man uncomfortable. He couldn't figure out why, hunting evil seems like the sort of thing a man of god would approve of. “Thanks for the digs, if you ever need any help around here feel free to let me know.” He offered politely, figuring it was only right to repay the man's kindness. He gave a nod to Slyke who was sitting in one of the pew benches. “Having a moment of quiet reflection?” He asked with sarcasm. He hadn't pegged Slyke as the religious type and there was no way these benches were a comfortable place to hang out. "What are you to today?"
@Fabricant451 @Helo
Have we rented rooms in an inn, using somebody's home, staying at Luca's church (if that's cool with @Metronome of course), where we livin' y'all?
I also like the idea of them living at the church
@Wick West had grand plans for that Phoenix... I guess he'll have to find some other way to chisel away at Charlie's humanity...
and always feel free to make my plans more challenging.
and thanks
I guess there goes my plan to have him die of a Tetanus infection lol
and always feel free to make my plans more challenging.
and thanks
I guess there goes my plan to have him die of a Tetanus infection lol
Benji locked eyes with Willa as she ordered him back into the motel room. It took him less than a second to reign in the wolf. She knocked the light out and Benji hesitated for a moment before doing as she had asked. He let her handle the bodies and didn't want his injuries to slow her down. He returned to the room, careful not to scratch up or get blood on anything, and slowly calmed himself down to the point of transforming back into a man. He closed the windows and drapes, grabbed a half empty bottle of whiskey from his duffel bag and headed into the bathroom. His head throbbed and there were a few scrapes and probably a mild concussion. He poured some whiskey onto a towel and cleaned up his head wound a bit. It stung a bit but it sure beat an infection. The glass in his side was the real problem and he knew it would be stupid to pull it out by himself in case he should start to bleed out. Instead he poured the remaining whiskey on wound and snarled at the sting.
The concussion made him nauseous and the pain, blood loss and loss of energy from the transformation made it hard to stand. He leaned on sink for a few moments as he washed the blood from his hands before his legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor. He leaned his back against a wall and used the whiskey towel to slow the bleeding until Willa got back. The pain alone was manageable, as werewolf he'd been trained to deal with pain especially when it came to the transformation. It was all mind over matter and he'd been through worse. A full transformation took a lot of energy, he'd already been exhausted from the day so the little energy he had was expended during the change and the small fight.
When Willa returned she handed him a beer and a belt. Truthfully a beer wasn't going to have much of an effect on a werewolf or even a man of his size but he drank it anyway and quickly placed the belt in his mouth and bit down. As Willa pulled the jagged piece of glass out and sowed the wound closed, Benji kept quiet allowing himself only the occasional wince. He could hear the quick beat of heart and stayed stoic so her panic would not increase.
When his injuries were done being cared for she carried him to the bed, the one without a sleeping dragon, and after a moment she climbed in next to him. Benji would have gladly offered to sleep on the floor if he thought the arrangement made her in any way uncomfortable but the way she hugged close to him made it clear she was fine. Her head rested near his shoulder, her arm lay across his chest while his own head rested close to hers so that each breath he took smelled like Willa. He reached his arm across and rest his hand on her arm, then lightly stroked her arm with his fingertips. He was thankful for the closeness of another person, werewolves were naturally a lot like wolves; affectionate pack animals.
Benji had loved Willa for a long time, and not in a strictly platonic way. He knew she felt similarly about him but he never acted or spoke about his feelings for her. She was strong and kind, as hard as she tried to keep herself safe from the scientists he had seen and heard of several instances where she had put herself in danger for the sake of another. She was the best person he knew and he hated the thought of her not being a part of his life. He'd never acted, not because he feared rejection, if she just didn't feel the same he could go on being just friends, but because he feared he'd destroy their friendship. He'd never been in a serious monogamist relationship, he didn't want to fail at it with someone as important to him as she was. He didn't want to lose her or fail her or most of all bring danger to her. Everyone he had truly loved had been taken from him, his family, most of his closest friends, anyone he'd ever said the words to. Maybe it was the concussion talking but he was tired of letting fears hold him back. “I love you.” He said softly, he wasn't sure she was awake but he felt better for having said it.
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Charlie and the others waited for an extraction team to arrive, a nondescript black van that parked near the back exit and waited for the supernatural bartender to go out for a smoke or a break. His mind started racing with things he could create from such a being, many of the ideas were ridiculous as he had been drinking for most of the night. A shirtless Right walked in and sat among them without a word.
“Right, whats up?” Charlie asked, his words slightly slurred. “You want a beer?” He added gesturing towards the pitcher of beer on the table and nearly knocking over his own glass in the process. Dr. West got a phone call and while Charlie couldn't hear the conversation the doctor looked pretty angry about it. West gestured towards the the television above the bar. The news was on reporting a break in at the lab with “research materials” having been stolen. Charlie could guess what research materials was referring to.
Just then the bartender they were watching headed out the back door and Murphy and a few of the other men who worked security headed out the front to make sure everything went smooth. Dr. West paid the tab at the bar and headed over to Charlie.
“They've released the majority of our subjects. We're going to have to replenish our stock, I'm thinking we send out all possible extraction teams to gather what they can. Every day those cells are empty our profits are going down. ” He said to Right. “Any idea how this happened?”
Charlie wondered how anyone could get passed the massive amounts of security the lab had. “You think it could've been an inside job? Like a supernatural sympathizer helped them get in?” He asked.
The concussion made him nauseous and the pain, blood loss and loss of energy from the transformation made it hard to stand. He leaned on sink for a few moments as he washed the blood from his hands before his legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor. He leaned his back against a wall and used the whiskey towel to slow the bleeding until Willa got back. The pain alone was manageable, as werewolf he'd been trained to deal with pain especially when it came to the transformation. It was all mind over matter and he'd been through worse. A full transformation took a lot of energy, he'd already been exhausted from the day so the little energy he had was expended during the change and the small fight.
When Willa returned she handed him a beer and a belt. Truthfully a beer wasn't going to have much of an effect on a werewolf or even a man of his size but he drank it anyway and quickly placed the belt in his mouth and bit down. As Willa pulled the jagged piece of glass out and sowed the wound closed, Benji kept quiet allowing himself only the occasional wince. He could hear the quick beat of heart and stayed stoic so her panic would not increase.
When his injuries were done being cared for she carried him to the bed, the one without a sleeping dragon, and after a moment she climbed in next to him. Benji would have gladly offered to sleep on the floor if he thought the arrangement made her in any way uncomfortable but the way she hugged close to him made it clear she was fine. Her head rested near his shoulder, her arm lay across his chest while his own head rested close to hers so that each breath he took smelled like Willa. He reached his arm across and rest his hand on her arm, then lightly stroked her arm with his fingertips. He was thankful for the closeness of another person, werewolves were naturally a lot like wolves; affectionate pack animals.
Benji had loved Willa for a long time, and not in a strictly platonic way. He knew she felt similarly about him but he never acted or spoke about his feelings for her. She was strong and kind, as hard as she tried to keep herself safe from the scientists he had seen and heard of several instances where she had put herself in danger for the sake of another. She was the best person he knew and he hated the thought of her not being a part of his life. He'd never acted, not because he feared rejection, if she just didn't feel the same he could go on being just friends, but because he feared he'd destroy their friendship. He'd never been in a serious monogamist relationship, he didn't want to fail at it with someone as important to him as she was. He didn't want to lose her or fail her or most of all bring danger to her. Everyone he had truly loved had been taken from him, his family, most of his closest friends, anyone he'd ever said the words to. Maybe it was the concussion talking but he was tired of letting fears hold him back. “I love you.” He said softly, he wasn't sure she was awake but he felt better for having said it.
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Charlie and the others waited for an extraction team to arrive, a nondescript black van that parked near the back exit and waited for the supernatural bartender to go out for a smoke or a break. His mind started racing with things he could create from such a being, many of the ideas were ridiculous as he had been drinking for most of the night. A shirtless Right walked in and sat among them without a word.
“Right, whats up?” Charlie asked, his words slightly slurred. “You want a beer?” He added gesturing towards the pitcher of beer on the table and nearly knocking over his own glass in the process. Dr. West got a phone call and while Charlie couldn't hear the conversation the doctor looked pretty angry about it. West gestured towards the the television above the bar. The news was on reporting a break in at the lab with “research materials” having been stolen. Charlie could guess what research materials was referring to.
Just then the bartender they were watching headed out the back door and Murphy and a few of the other men who worked security headed out the front to make sure everything went smooth. Dr. West paid the tab at the bar and headed over to Charlie.
“They've released the majority of our subjects. We're going to have to replenish our stock, I'm thinking we send out all possible extraction teams to gather what they can. Every day those cells are empty our profits are going down. ” He said to Right. “Any idea how this happened?”
Charlie wondered how anyone could get passed the massive amounts of security the lab had. “You think it could've been an inside job? Like a supernatural sympathizer helped them get in?” He asked.
Benji grabbed the food and followed Willa outside. He sat beside her in the grass, trying focus on the moment and relax some. He watched as clouds and birds went by and as the moon started to rise. The moonlight calmed him a great deal, he thought for a moment about saying something to Willa but she appeared to be sleeping and decided not to bother her.
He smelled the booze on the man as he approached and Benji tensed up as he kept an eye on the man. The second and larger man was quickly behind him and the man smashed a bottle across his head as Benji turned to face him. The first man went after Willa as Benji struggled to his feet. He swung at the second man knocking him back and grabbed the mans arm as he swung the broken bottle at him. He twisted the mans arm until he dropped the bottle and kicked it away from the assailant and knocked the man to the ground with a punch that broke the mans nose.
Benji heard Willa scream and that was enough for him to let go of control. He hadn't planned on killing the men, he thought that might upset Willa, but any plans of mercy quickly left his mind. He relinquished himself to the wolf and strength, power, and rage took him over. He snarled but suppressed the urge to howl, not wanting to attract onlookers. His bones stretched, broke, and reformed as his appearance radically changed. The transformation was quick, violent and painful. His skin gave way to thick gray fur, he grew razor sharp teeth and claws, and fervid yellow eyes. His shirt hung around him in ribbons, his jeans torn in several places ended above his calves, and his shoes were completely shredded by his now large and wolf like feet and claws.
He focused his attention and rage at the first man he saw who had grabbed Willa's foot. He grabbed the man by the shoulder, dug his claws into the man, and tossed him several feet away. His attention focused back on the on the the second man and quickly pinned him to the ground, his claws digging into the mans shoulders. His teeth snapped, going for the throat as the man fought desperately to keep Benji's fangs from finding flesh. Benji snarled and growled as the man clawed at his face and snout. The man grabbed a nearby shard of glass and drove it deep into Benji's side, gaining just enough time to squirm his way out Benji's grasp. He chased after the second man and quickly ended his life with a powerful swipe. He then locked eyes with the first man and prepared to pounce.
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Charlie was seated at a table with a few of the other guys, including Murphy, playing a game Charlie vaguely remembered from college called Asshole. Charlie was really enjoying the sense of comradery shared by his new co-workers. He didn't really party much when he was in college, he was always busy with class and had felt like he missed out most of the fun part of college. Here he felt like he really belonged, they didn't mind that he had some doubts and his colleagues had all be willing to reassure him of the importance of their work. It was Charlie's turn to play a card but he was distracted by one of the bartenders. He watched as the average looking man toughed the pint glasses and caused them to frost over.
“Any day Charlie.” Murphy said.
“Check that guy out, I'm pretty sure he just frosted those glasses with magic.” Charlie said in a hushed tone.
“Nice work, you've spotted a witch.” Dr. Randall said.
“Warlock, dude witches are warlocks right. Could be a frost dragon or something else?” Murphy asked.
“Who cares what it is, someone tell Dr. West. We catch a subject quietly and West gives us a raise.” Fisher, from security, responded.
“Good point.” Murphy said as he went to inform Dr. West, who sat watching a boxing match with some of the older scientists. Charlie could see a pleased smile on West's face as Murphy talked to him.
He smelled the booze on the man as he approached and Benji tensed up as he kept an eye on the man. The second and larger man was quickly behind him and the man smashed a bottle across his head as Benji turned to face him. The first man went after Willa as Benji struggled to his feet. He swung at the second man knocking him back and grabbed the mans arm as he swung the broken bottle at him. He twisted the mans arm until he dropped the bottle and kicked it away from the assailant and knocked the man to the ground with a punch that broke the mans nose.
Benji heard Willa scream and that was enough for him to let go of control. He hadn't planned on killing the men, he thought that might upset Willa, but any plans of mercy quickly left his mind. He relinquished himself to the wolf and strength, power, and rage took him over. He snarled but suppressed the urge to howl, not wanting to attract onlookers. His bones stretched, broke, and reformed as his appearance radically changed. The transformation was quick, violent and painful. His skin gave way to thick gray fur, he grew razor sharp teeth and claws, and fervid yellow eyes. His shirt hung around him in ribbons, his jeans torn in several places ended above his calves, and his shoes were completely shredded by his now large and wolf like feet and claws.
He focused his attention and rage at the first man he saw who had grabbed Willa's foot. He grabbed the man by the shoulder, dug his claws into the man, and tossed him several feet away. His attention focused back on the on the the second man and quickly pinned him to the ground, his claws digging into the mans shoulders. His teeth snapped, going for the throat as the man fought desperately to keep Benji's fangs from finding flesh. Benji snarled and growled as the man clawed at his face and snout. The man grabbed a nearby shard of glass and drove it deep into Benji's side, gaining just enough time to squirm his way out Benji's grasp. He chased after the second man and quickly ended his life with a powerful swipe. He then locked eyes with the first man and prepared to pounce.
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Charlie was seated at a table with a few of the other guys, including Murphy, playing a game Charlie vaguely remembered from college called Asshole. Charlie was really enjoying the sense of comradery shared by his new co-workers. He didn't really party much when he was in college, he was always busy with class and had felt like he missed out most of the fun part of college. Here he felt like he really belonged, they didn't mind that he had some doubts and his colleagues had all be willing to reassure him of the importance of their work. It was Charlie's turn to play a card but he was distracted by one of the bartenders. He watched as the average looking man toughed the pint glasses and caused them to frost over.
“Any day Charlie.” Murphy said.
“Check that guy out, I'm pretty sure he just frosted those glasses with magic.” Charlie said in a hushed tone.
“Nice work, you've spotted a witch.” Dr. Randall said.
“Warlock, dude witches are warlocks right. Could be a frost dragon or something else?” Murphy asked.
“Who cares what it is, someone tell Dr. West. We catch a subject quietly and West gives us a raise.” Fisher, from security, responded.
“Good point.” Murphy said as he went to inform Dr. West, who sat watching a boxing match with some of the older scientists. Charlie could see a pleased smile on West's face as Murphy talked to him.
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