Liam Kincaid (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
firstofitskind) wrote2020-03-30 05:30 pm
firstofitskind) wrote2020-03-30 05:30 pm
A Farm Somewhere in Maryland, Monday Afternoon
Liam's days tended to have a certain rhythm to them, especially Mondays, with that weekly therapy appointment off-island, and his and Verity's tradition of doing something sweaty and physical (no, not like that) afterward.
Usually though that just meant going for a run around the island or hitting up a mainland gym for a sparring session. All that flew out the proverbial window when Liam stepped back into the lobby of the therapist's office to find Verity waiting for him (as usual) with a tense expression on her face (not so usual).
Turns out there had been a string of mysterious livestock deaths at a farm in the Maryland countryside, and from the descriptions it sounded a lot like werewolves. So a quick pit stop back to the island to top up the weapons they had on-hand with those that would be most useful against lycanthropes, and then a portal dropping them just outside the farm in question.
"So, if not werewolves, what else could it be?" Liam asked, as they approached the barn, weapons ready.
[ooc: nfb for distance, and for the wife.]
Usually though that just meant going for a run around the island or hitting up a mainland gym for a sparring session. All that flew out the proverbial window when Liam stepped back into the lobby of the therapist's office to find Verity waiting for him (as usual) with a tense expression on her face (not so usual).
Turns out there had been a string of mysterious livestock deaths at a farm in the Maryland countryside, and from the descriptions it sounded a lot like werewolves. So a quick pit stop back to the island to top up the weapons they had on-hand with those that would be most useful against lycanthropes, and then a portal dropping them just outside the farm in question.
"So, if not werewolves, what else could it be?" Liam asked, as they approached the barn, weapons ready.
[ooc: nfb for distance, and for the wife.]
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"Anything I'm forgetting?" she asked Liam before hanging up the call.
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“Think we’re good,” Liam admitted.
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Verity finished up the call. "Looks like you're off to Baltimore. They'll be sending you information about where to park and meet them in a minute. You wanna set up this end?"
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Liam just nodded, placing one of the darts in the ground and making sure it was firmly planted before using his Global to open it up. It split open into two, and then those two 'arms' split again, creating a sort of square with one end completely open. Another tap on his Global and the double-circles that indicated a viable connection to ID space before he shut it down again. No sense keeping it open when there wasn't an exit point yet.
"I'm gonna send a test object through first, once I get to the other end," he told her, picking up a good sized rock. "There's no reason it shouldn't work, especially with no interference from other Portals around, but," he shrugged. Better safe than sorry.
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"I'm gonna do a quick recon in the house," Verity said. "If all goes well, I'll be out soon enough to help."
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"Sure thing," Liam said, something soft and grateful in his voice. He knew exactly what she was doing, and furthermore, knew that it would also be perfectly reasonable of her to expect him to sweep the house. Bodies, be they human, cryptid, or animal (or cryptid animal), were part and parcel of what they did.
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"Start a fire?" Verity asked softly. "We've got to burn the remains of the werewolves."
She doubted that was the only thing they'd be burning today.
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A swallow and a solemn nod, in any case.