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If you ever look behind

Who: Grendel and you!
Where: Around the mansion/grounds
When: During the event
Rating: PG13 at most probably
Summary: Event catchall with your favourite grumpy swamp monster
The Story:

[The early days]

[Gren was always pretty ambivalent towards rats. They were a natural part of living in New York City- especially before it was even named as such. They scurried about their business and he ignored them. There were bigger things to worry about.

But now they little bastards are here and a threat to people- more specifically a threat to people he cares about. Deciding he has a better chance against the damn things in his own skin. As such, he can be found, sans glamour, stomping around the common areas of the mansion and the grounds- swatting away rats and moving with surprising agility for something so large and bulky. If you've never met him before, he might just help you out by chance, because not even he'd leave someone alone to die via death rat- otherwise, he's looking for the people he actually gives a shit about. []

[Final day]

[It was only a matter of time before one of the rats got a hit in. His (one remaining) arm got caught in the crossfire, and it's something of a melted mess. As much as he hates backing down from a fight, all he has now is his teeth and he'd really rather not but one of those things anywhere near his mouth. He has to admit he knows when he's beat, and as such, he'll be heading off to the lake where he can get the hell away from the spikey fuckers.

You might be lucky enough to catch sight of him as he heads into the water- his head poking out if he catches sight of you as he does so.]

You might wanna get outta the fuckin' way. There's more of those bastards than it looks.

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[It isn't by accident that that Misty is in the building. After the warning a few days earlier, and many have assured her that it is definitely a warning, she couldn't leave those in the house to themselves. Especially not when they're many in the mansion that she's come to care about.

None of whom she's found in that moment.

What she's found is herself backed into a corner. Thankfully she has a candle, which she is using to generate fire that she is flinging at the rats. There's more of them than she can handle, and currently Misty has a low wall of flames before her, just trying to keep them away.

She's wondering if she can use transmutation to teleport somewhere safer but if she doesn't handle it right, who knows where she could end up. Or in what condition.

She shrieks as projectile comes flying for her, adjusting her hand to send flames towards the rat that fired it.]

[Well, Gren was looking for the people he cared about and Misty absolutely fits that description. She's in trouble, that much he can see. Without taking note that she hasn't actually seen him like this and she's currently working with a lot of fire- the charges forwards.

He makes a sweep with his arm, sending the rats pinwheeling off across into the nearest wall, turning to cast her a look. ]

You hurt?

[His voice is still largely the same- though while Gren's voice could be described as gravelly, without his glamour, it could be called bouldery. There's a deep, roughness to it that doesn't exist when he's playing at being human. He crushes a few rats while he waits for her answer, trying to clear a path for her. ]

[Suddenly rats are flying, and the draft created in the wake of that sends sparks wide and far. Misty raises her hand, gather the fire back into a tiny pinpoint, unwilling to burn down the mansion out of her desire not to die here - if only because she doesn't care what everyone says, she's positive she'll return to Hell if she does.

Turning to face her savior, recognizing the voice mostly. Yet when she turns, she forgets about the rats for a moment. Staring up at him, mouth hanging open because for a moment she's not sure if she's hit a fire from the frying pan moment.

Her gaze drops, taking in the missing arm, the voice rougher, rumbling, but still the voice she knows. Her mind races, thinking about glamours, and trolls, and all they've talked about. With a soft exhalation, she blows out the candle she's holding, letting it fall to the floor.

Then she launches herself at him, not bothered by how he looks, what he truly is. He's part of the swamp, and the magical, and he's someone that she trusts. That she finds herself caring about him deeply enough she risked much of this for someone that doesn't need her protect is something else entirely.

Certainly she doesn't come up very far against his form, she doesn't care. He's safe, and that's what matters.]

I... I'm okay. I think. What kind of magic is this?

[The hem of her skirt is gone, torn away as it started to melt, and she's seen walls drain down their support beams from whatever it is the rats are shooting.]

You're okay, right? Have you found Shawn? Do you know Kol or Jessica?

[Rambling now, the words rushed and her voice breathless and much higher than normal.]

[He was absolutely not expecting that- the launching. He hesitates for a moment, it's not something he's used to- not when his glamour is on and certainly not when it's off. After a bit of deliberation, he carefully pats her head with his hand. His hand that could like...close around her entire skull if he wanted to. There there? ]

Regular Wonderland bullshit, I think. This is the sorta crap they throw at us for Events. It'll be based on someone's memories here.

[Someone with death rats, thanks a lot you guys. ]

I'm fine, takes a fuckin' lot more than melty-rats to take me down. [Then, to follow up her other questions: ] I think he's still on his boat- or he is if he's got any fuckin' sense. I don't know those other guys- they friends of yours?

[Later she may think on it, truly want to make sense of this with the "man" she knows. In the end though, she just cares that he's alive and okay and that he's rescued her from where she's mattered to corner herself.

Smiling at the pat as she sniffles, canting her head back to look up at him.]

How horrible must that be? I can't even imagine. [She pauses and then asks, because she feels she has to.] This isn't your world, right? Like the Pied Piper?

[What? It could be.

She nods though, swallowing hard, her throat dry from the fire.]

They are. They're... they're vampires. They should be okay, right?

[She doesn't sound as sure as she should be.]

This is why I don't like this house!

[Okay that's not fair but honest.]

[It's definitely a 'later' kind of introspection. ]

Nah, it ain't mine. The Piper did some nasty shit to us, but he didn't have no fuckin' rats at that point. 'Specially not the acid spewing kind.

[No, thankfully, this isn't one of his. He'd very much rather his never show up here- the last thing anyone needs is half of the shady shit from Fabletown showing up here. He squints at the description, canting his head. ]

I mean, I guess? Vampires are pretty fuckin' hard to kill, right? Steak through the heart and all that shit.

[He doesn't sound all that convincing, honestly. ]

Yeah, fair. Ain't a lot of escape room when you're stuck inside. You want to go look for your friends?

[Because he understands that, wanting to keep people he gives a shit about safe. Might as well extend that to people important to her, too. ]

[She isn't even sure she wants to know, though she just wants to know all about Gren's world that she can learn.

Just not here and now.]

They got my shawl. I mean there's closets but...

[But she's tired and cranky and there's still rats. One of which she suddenly and summarily punts as hard as she can. It might break a toe, being barefoot and all, but she really doesn't care.]

If we see them. I mean, the mansion thing is huge and I have no idea where they'll be. We should... Where even would be safe?

[Literal wall melting acid meant maybe no where was.]

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