ArchivedLogs:Succor

Succor
Dramatis Personae Anette, Daken, Dusk
In Absentia	Sunday, 12 April, 2020 "We eat now. Vengeance comes later." (Part of Future Past TP.)
Location <NYC> Bronx
The northernmost of New York's five boroughs, the Bronx... well. You might get shanked. This part of the Bronx is only barely still the city, though it's long since stopped being an /inhabitable/ part of it. Depending on your standards, anyway. The buildings are scarred and scorched, skeletal remains of what they used to be; though it isn't the irradiated wasteland that Westchester is, it hasn't been /rebuilt/ in the aftermath of the bombing, either. This particular building -- husk of building -- was a school, once. Elementary, judging by the remains of bright colours underneath the burns. On a couple of the half-broken walls there's still shreds of paper tacked up. Crayon drawings and finger-paint artwork. A few of the classrooms still have their windows. Still have mats and blankets for naptime: this was totally a kindergarten. Was, once. At the moment, though Dusk has dragged a number of the desks over to pile them in front of the windows, piled some of the mats together in a corner out of view, made himself a nest of the blankets. It's practically like home. By the standards of today, downright fucking /cozy/. Dusk had been tricky to find but again, it came down to what you were looking for. There were several reports of flyers within the city but only ONE place that also reported several individuals waking up missing a few pints of blood. After that, it was just a matter of scoping the area at night, looking for any sight and sound of...well, anything. Anette has chosen a more land-based approach than usual, partly because she wants to stay low and out of sight but also because she has Daken with her. By the look of her, one might wonder if she was even capable of flying: half starved, eyes dark with no sleep, pale with fatigue. Still, yellow eyes burn fiercely with determination as she makes her way into the former school. She moves cautiously; she's seen Dusk when he's not in his right mind and is prepared to face whatever Dusk they run into, though it's hard to be completely silent when climbing through rubble. "Please, please let him be the same..." she whispers, half to Daken and half to herself. What seems to be hard for Anette appears to be second nature for Daken, who moves silently behind the starved woman. His head and face appear to be recently shaved, but that's where the good things end for the man who doesn't look nearly as muscular as he once did. "This way." he informs Anette quietly, nostrils flaring as he takes point. "Dusk." he calls out a bit louder as they make it to the outside of the room. In the back of the room the nest of blankets rustles, shifts. Dusk's enormous dark wings flare, then pull back in. There's a quiet shifting as he stands, wings curling in capelike underneath his arms and around himself; wrapped in tight like a cloak it makes it hard to discern exactly what /his/ physical state might be. His face looks pale, but he's /usually/ pale; scruffy, but he's usually scruffy. His nostrils flare, eyes narrowing on the others. There's a gun in his hand, and though his finger is on the trigger he holds it pointed down towards the ground and not /at/ them; held reflexively, likely, more than anything else. His jaw tightens. His eye flicks briefly towards Daken's neck, then up towards Anette's face. "... surprised they haven't picked you back up already." Anette pauses suddenly, holding a hand out to stop Daken a few seconds before Dusk enters. She glances him over, taking his state in, eyes pausing briefly on the gun though she doesn't seem too fazed by it. "I've been trying to keep quiet. Honestly, I wouldn't care if they did but..." She pauses and glances towards Daken a moment before taking a deep breath. "We need your help. My...our child is missing." Daken moves forward and offers his wrist out towards Dusk. "Feel free. Manages to avoid getting darted." His gaze darts towards Anette, nodding slightly. "I wasn't aware she was pregnant.. We should all be in Mexico right now. Even if we weren't all on great terms before everything went to shit." The extension of Daken's wrist is met with a low rumbling growl from Dusk. His eyes open wider, and he's closed the space between them in a heartbeat, fingers curling around the other man's wrist with a good deal of evident strength left in them. His fangs meet flesh quickly, the growling subsiding as blood begins to flow. For a while there is quiet. Just drinking, fierce and kind of desperately hungry. There's a healthier flush colouring his previously corpse-pale cheeks when he finally lifts his head again. "... lo siento. It's. I don't get a lot of people I can." He shakes his head, tongue flicking out against his lips. "Missing?" His brows furrow, his lips thinning. "Missing like -- /missing/?" Anette jumps slightly as Dusk rushes them, watching him with wide eyes but she doesn't interfere. She waits, shivering slightly until Dusk finishes and looks back up. "At least you have something to eat," she mumbles quietly. As looks down as Dusk presses the issue. "Missing as...missing. I had Hiro, my son, with me when I was hit by a Sentinel dart. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a camp with no idea where he is. All I could get out of them was he was in a-another..." Her voice starts to break and she stops, taking a deep breath as she tries to keep her emotions contained before looking back to to Dusk. "I just...need as much help as I can get. There aren't a lot of us around anymore and, well, you and computers, maybe..." She fades off, shivering once again. "I'll be straight up with you. With all the darts.. I can't even promise I'll come away unharmed." Daken says quietly, face going from pale to healthy rather quickly as Dusk feeds. "And I've been drunk with god like power since before you were a twinkle in your father's eye." Dusk's wings tighten around himself, a small quiver running through them. A very brief, very low growl sounds in his chest. "I'll have to /find/ a computer. Don't exactly have a lot of tech here. But I'll --" His teeth sink against his lip, and he dips his head in a nod. "There's not even any power this far out. We're gonna have to get somewhere --" His jaw tightens, slightly, a little uncomfortable. "... with more people. Steal me a phone. Tablet. Something. But you get me the tech, I'll find you what I can find." Anette stands there quietly as Dusk offers his suggestions. Suddenly, she's wrapped her arms around him, embracing him tightly. "Thank you, thank you so much..." she says, tears streaming down her face. After a moment, she steps away and wipes her eyes. "I'm trying to get as many people as I can to help. But there's just so many of us...dead, camps, Mexico. Or just off the grid even." She looks towards Daken as if for reassurance before continuing. "I don't see this ending in any other way besides a full assault. Even if we could slip in an out...I want those bastards dead. All of them." Daken steps forward, wrapping an arm around Anette. "Stark Tower. It's still operational. I bet he's even hiding some of the mutants that were working for him. Maybe even one of the little sharks. Maybe we can talk him into one last 'fuck you' for Norman. Between you," he motions towards Dusk, "and whoever we can get there.. We might be able to shut down sentinels. Maybe even blow them up. Then raid the camp, and kill the guards." Something clamps down, colder and unhappier in Dusk's expression at the mention of the little sharks. The growl resurfaces, harsher, lower. One wing flares, claws flexing -- but pulls back short of actually /striking/ at Daken. Instead, he curls it around Anette to return her hug, tight and fierce. "Yeah," he agrees, roughly. "We'll get your family back. And take down as many as we damn well can." "Oh shit." Daken says at the reaction, expression saddening a bit. "I wasn't around, I got the news secondhand. My condolences. Actually, I'll just kill more of them for what they did." His smile is a sad, tired one. "Anyway, we eat now. Vengeance comes later." The bag over his shoulder is plopped down and bear jerky is retrieved for everyone.