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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"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.