Meatflap (Quint, Phae, Casey)
Phae was, as usual, behind the bar, helping Casey stock some items when the portal opened for the untold time admitting yet another lost soul to the succor that was Serendipity. Both knew something was wrong a heart before Quint entered. Phae’s more feral nature spasmed at the near overwhelming smell of blood and Casey felt the anguish being radiated due to physical harm.
Quint valiantly tried to maintain what composure he could muster, but with each step his resolved fail a little more until his final was a feeble grasping of the edge of the bar. His ass, to his credit, did hit the stool unfortunately the rest of his body failed to catch up and he mumbled ‘Do angels really exist’ as he finally succumbed to his recent injuries and fell backward into Casey’s waiting arms.
Easily hefting the rather robust man into her pixieish arms, Casey carried Quint upstairs and tenderly deposited him in his room, on his bed, Phae having gone before checking for any ‘counter intrusion’ presents Quint might have left unlocked Quint’s door.
Carefully, the two undressed Quint making sure to take inventory of everything removed, where it had been and where it was subsequently placed. Not seeing anything anteriorly they rolled him over and found the full extent of his injuries. Quint had managed to sustain a nasty gash to his upper right trapezius that was several inches deep, six to eight inches in length and left his muscle flapping like a sail in the sea breeze.
“Shit” Casey mumbled immediately flipping the meat back into place and placing both of her hands over the wound. Softly moving her lips, beseeching her maker, she began to channel part of her essence through Quint’s body. The effect was a supreme super charge of his healing mechanisms and the eliciting from Quint of sounds reflecting the fact that his body was well on it’s way to doing months worth of work in just a few minutes.
Phae decide to attempt a clean up of the room, no small amount of gore having been spread throughout the room by the undressing and manhandling of Quint. Having collected rags and clean solution he started a once over of the room. At one point Casey glanced over at Phae and saw him run his hand through a particularly thick puddle and lick his hand.
“Phae” she yelled.
“I am what I am, besides if I ever need to track Quint this will make it easier for me” he replied finishing his lycan sampling.
“That’s just gross.” she uttered shaking her head and refocusing her attention on helping Quint mend his wounds.
“Kinda sweet actually” Phae said grinning as he resumed his janitorial work.
The two finished their chosen tasks at about the same time.
“What now?’ Phae asked setting his tools on a nearby bureau and stepping up to Quint’s bed.
“He will live, but he really needs some serious down time to recharge his batteries. I jump started the process but when I finish I take the ‘Essence” with me, he needs rest.”
“Cool. Head on down and watch over stuff there I’ll watch him for a bit.”
“Ok yell when it’s my turn” she replied gathering up everything in the room not Quints and exiting, closing the door behind her.
Looking down at the unconscious man Phae muttered, “Damn brother can’t you stay outta trouble”
To fill the time Phae gathered up the arsenal of weaponry he and Casey had removed from Quint’s person and began the lengthy task of tearing down, cleaning and reassembling the many firearms.
Hours later as he laid the final piece on the table, Phae surveyed the ordinance. Laying before him was a Derringer and clip extracted from Quint’s hat, two holstered p38’s, two 44’s pulled from a pair of ankle holsters, a sawed-off twelve gauge, a 9mm pistol, extra clips and cartridges, various blades—both stabbing and throwing--, a garrote and last a bone handled straight razor in a sheath made of…some kind of animal muscle, as far as Phae could tell. Slowly, carefully Phae scribbled a few words onto a scrap of paper and placed into into one of the 38 holster's knowing that Quint would find it the next time he tested the action on the holster spring. Salome has been beaten and is in intensive care. Shaking his head at a life that would require this kind of equipment, in addition to that Phae’s senses told him was stored in the old sea chest at the foot of the bed, he glanced at Quint one more time as he too exited the room, locking the door behind him.
Later the next day Casey was delicately testing the extent of the healing when he stirred.
Smiling radiantly, her beautiful eyes glowing the redish-orange of the sunset she said…
Quint valiantly tried to maintain what composure he could muster, but with each step his resolved fail a little more until his final was a feeble grasping of the edge of the bar. His ass, to his credit, did hit the stool unfortunately the rest of his body failed to catch up and he mumbled ‘Do angels really exist’ as he finally succumbed to his recent injuries and fell backward into Casey’s waiting arms.
Easily hefting the rather robust man into her pixieish arms, Casey carried Quint upstairs and tenderly deposited him in his room, on his bed, Phae having gone before checking for any ‘counter intrusion’ presents Quint might have left unlocked Quint’s door.
Carefully, the two undressed Quint making sure to take inventory of everything removed, where it had been and where it was subsequently placed. Not seeing anything anteriorly they rolled him over and found the full extent of his injuries. Quint had managed to sustain a nasty gash to his upper right trapezius that was several inches deep, six to eight inches in length and left his muscle flapping like a sail in the sea breeze.
“Shit” Casey mumbled immediately flipping the meat back into place and placing both of her hands over the wound. Softly moving her lips, beseeching her maker, she began to channel part of her essence through Quint’s body. The effect was a supreme super charge of his healing mechanisms and the eliciting from Quint of sounds reflecting the fact that his body was well on it’s way to doing months worth of work in just a few minutes.
Phae decide to attempt a clean up of the room, no small amount of gore having been spread throughout the room by the undressing and manhandling of Quint. Having collected rags and clean solution he started a once over of the room. At one point Casey glanced over at Phae and saw him run his hand through a particularly thick puddle and lick his hand.
“Phae” she yelled.
“I am what I am, besides if I ever need to track Quint this will make it easier for me” he replied finishing his lycan sampling.
“That’s just gross.” she uttered shaking her head and refocusing her attention on helping Quint mend his wounds.
“Kinda sweet actually” Phae said grinning as he resumed his janitorial work.
The two finished their chosen tasks at about the same time.
“What now?’ Phae asked setting his tools on a nearby bureau and stepping up to Quint’s bed.
“He will live, but he really needs some serious down time to recharge his batteries. I jump started the process but when I finish I take the ‘Essence” with me, he needs rest.”
“Cool. Head on down and watch over stuff there I’ll watch him for a bit.”
“Ok yell when it’s my turn” she replied gathering up everything in the room not Quints and exiting, closing the door behind her.
Looking down at the unconscious man Phae muttered, “Damn brother can’t you stay outta trouble”
To fill the time Phae gathered up the arsenal of weaponry he and Casey had removed from Quint’s person and began the lengthy task of tearing down, cleaning and reassembling the many firearms.
Hours later as he laid the final piece on the table, Phae surveyed the ordinance. Laying before him was a Derringer and clip extracted from Quint’s hat, two holstered p38’s, two 44’s pulled from a pair of ankle holsters, a sawed-off twelve gauge, a 9mm pistol, extra clips and cartridges, various blades—both stabbing and throwing--, a garrote and last a bone handled straight razor in a sheath made of…some kind of animal muscle, as far as Phae could tell. Slowly, carefully Phae scribbled a few words onto a scrap of paper and placed into into one of the 38 holster's knowing that Quint would find it the next time he tested the action on the holster spring. Salome has been beaten and is in intensive care. Shaking his head at a life that would require this kind of equipment, in addition to that Phae’s senses told him was stored in the old sea chest at the foot of the bed, he glanced at Quint one more time as he too exited the room, locking the door behind him.
Later the next day Casey was delicately testing the extent of the healing when he stirred.
Smiling radiantly, her beautiful eyes glowing the redish-orange of the sunset she said…
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