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[monstermasher]

▶ WHO: Everyone!
▶ DATE: August 9th, evening (IC)
▶ WARNINGS: N/A yet.
▶ SUMMARY: A small mingle, for any purpose!

[ Good evening, everyone!

Well, actually it's not. It's raining—hard. Is it supposed to be? Who knows. But there's a thunderstorm rolling in, and zombies aren't immune to being struck by lightning.

Really, though—there's nothing entirely extraordinary about tonight. It's what you choose to make of it.

OOC: This is just a quick little mingle; your characters can be doing whatever you'd like! ARE THEY HUDDLING FOR SHELTER FROM THE STORM? REMINISCING ABOUT FOND RAINY DAY MEMORIES? IS THERE A MURDER GOING ON SOMEWHERE? ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER EVIDENCE OF WHY YOU'RE HERE? ]

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[disappointments]

[ roger catches the paper towels and manages not to immediately drop them. his heart rate might finally be slowing.

he's not ready to assume he's out of danger, though. ]

'All right?' [ it's a cautious echo, not really an incredulous one. ] You're not gonna, like — hunt him down?

[knightbynight]

[His eyebrows go up a little, and he manages to look mildly confused and even offended by the suggestion. It's an act, of course. He knows damned well he's... intimidating, even when he's not suited up and growling himself.]

Hunt him down? [ His echo is a little incredulous. ] For what? Tracking mud in? [ No, he's not that stupid. ]

[disappointments]

[ roger turns his head a little, glancing off to one side as he listens to bruce's heartbeat. he has one, which is a great start. and it's a pretty normal one, at the moment. there's no obvious sign of stress in his heart rate.

that, as much as anything bruce has done, inspires admiration and a little more fear in roger. anyone who isn't in a constant state of terror here and now is worth admiring (and fearing).

he lets himself relax a little, slowly, and steals a cautious glance back at bruce. the eye contact is brief. bruce is an alpha male if roger's ever met one. ]

For being a werewolf, I dunno. Figured you might think he was dangerous.

[knightbynight]

[ Bruce takes that moment of eye-contact but he also notices the break - and just the kid's general demeanor. He really is trying to protect someone. ]

If he gets bitten by a zombie or starts eating people here, I'll reassess. Until then, at least he's more likely housebroken than the actual dog that was wandering around.

[ All bullshit aside? Bruce isn't overly worried about the werewolf. The zombies are a bigger problem. He doesn't particularly like or enjoy animals, but if Superman hasn't sent him over the edge, a werewolf isn't. ...Yes, he thinks Superman's the bigger threat. ]

[disappointments]

[ roger is trying to protect someone: himself. it's what finally made him buckle down and commit to a single line of deceit. he's never more devoted than when he's saving his own ass. ]

Thanks. [ there's a note of relief in it that roger doesn't try to hide. ] Hey, I'll keep an eye on him, okay? I'll make sure he stays outta trouble.

[ he means it, too. he'll be lying low. what's more, if an angry mob does crop up, roger now has bruce to point at. he knew there was a werewolf all along. hopefully, it would be enough to stop them. if not, it would at least take some of the heat off roger. ]

[knightbynight]

[ Sure. Use Bruce as the scape goat. It won't be the first time, the last time, or even really ruin his day. ]

He's a guy who presumably turns into a wolf. Unless he gets bitten by a zombie, starts eating people, chewing on shoes or pissing on walls, I don't foresee much issue - outside the full moon and depending on how accurate those myths are, anyway.

[ Hm. There was a question. ]

How accurate are the common myths?

[disappointments]

[ roger shrugs, twisting his face into a parody of cluelessness for a second. ]

Well, it's — [ he tosses a hand in the general direction of where the aforementioned moon might be, if it were night. ] — almost the new moon.

So... conventional campy horror flick wisdom says 'not very.' [ he glances down at the pawprints for emphasis, and then, as if reminded, he unwinds a few paper towels. ]

[knightbynight]

There's more than one brand of conventional horror flick wisdom and being able to turn into a wolf now doesn't mean it isn't worse or more dangerous on a full moon.

[ Dryly. If that thing does prove a threat, Bruce is so going to... flame throw it. Good news? He probably won't kill it, because killing is bad and killing zombies has him in a mental crisis. Zombies are already dead. ]

[disappointments]

I guess we'll find out in a couple weeks.

[ roger doesn't intend to be seen during the full moon, so he's not worried. he'll split the day before and hope no one notices he's missing. not that he can't control himself, but — well, now there's someone here who knows there's a werewolf around. he doesn't want to be here when people start getting jumpy.

he moves away from bruce before he kneels down. the mud is drying already, and it scrubs easily off the floor with just the paper towels. maybe a broom and dustpan would've been in order. ]

[knightbynight]

[Yes, yes he would be watching the night and day of the full moon - particularly the night - to see who disappears and what happens. And keeping an eye on this room.

For now, though, he simply looks down at Roger. ]

I'll leave you to your cleaning.

[And then he's just gone. Because he's kind of (kind of?) a dick. ]

[disappointments]

[ all that interrogation and you can't even help scrub the floors, bruce?

no, really, roger's happy to be left alone. he'd be happier if he could convince himself that bruce was gonna let this shit go, but hey. can't have everything.

he's guessing he'll have to contend with bruce again in a couple weeks. ]

[knightbynight]

[ Oh, yes. He's going to have to contend with Bruce in a couple of weeks - if he's lucky. If he's not, well, he's not going to get those couple of weeks of peace. ]