driftfleet | Run, Wolf, Run

Who: Randolph Lyall and YOU
Broadcast: Yes, to the whole fleet
Action: Yes
When: The whole month of July

a. Wolf run [ACTION/BROADCAST]

[If you visit one of the natural islands during one of the evening/nights, you might run into a pair of wolves running.

Both of them are more slender than what you would expect a wolf to be. The bigger one has deep chocolate-colored fur with a shot of oxblood at the throat. The smaller one is sandy-colored with darker, almost black hair running along his back from his nose to the tip of his tail. He's so small you might confuse him for a fox and wonder why those two are walking or running companionably together.

If you're in human dwelling place, you might see them trotting around, looking everywhere and sniffing the air, with much more intelligence in their gold eyes than one would expect of a beast. If you leave the buildings behind to get into the forests or fields, then you'll see them taking off at extremely high speed. You might hear some howling as they finally get to stretch their legs and enjoy actual wind and air.

Don't try to hunt them, though. You might be in for a nasty surprise if you do.]

b. A night on the town [ACTION]

[Whether with Biffy or on his own, Lyall will only be seen roaming the streets at night. There is some shopping to be done, and of course, the theatre. Finally some place that is civilized and with a night life.

No matter the night you see him, Lyall will always be dressed impeccably in a three-piece suit in brownish tones, with a waistcoat of yellow or cream and a cravat in a suitable, muted color, plus a bowler hat.

When shopping, his preference goes to clothing, and also mechanical parts. You might have to pry him from exploring some second-hand shops with mechanisms and fascinating apparatus.

If you also go to the theatre, he might ask you what you thought of the play, and offer his own opinion.]

c. Mask Shopping [ACTION]

[Strange mists and a contraption that can help go through them and explore? Count Lyall in. Especially since the mist powers the technology here, and he is curious as to how it works. So off he goes to buy a good mask.]

Have you tried any of these? I'm looking for some recommendations.

d. Mist Exploring [ACTION]
[TW: threads may contain references to violence, torture and sexual assault]

[Lyall was certain he'd bought the best mask that he could afford, and that he'd used it properly. But it appears there may have been a small defect, and he's ended up breathing in some of it.

If you are nearby, you will see the mist coalescing into an enormous, black wolf, slowly padding out and towards Lyall. He doesn't move from where he is as the beast comes closer, refusing to back down, but he looks extremely small, even in human form, while facing this wolf.

If you are close enough, you might hear Lyall say something under his breath.]

You're dead. I made sure of it.

[If you would be so kind as to drag him away before the wolf gets any closer...

If you don't, the wolf will morph into a human shape and attack Lyall. He will attempt to dodge or minimize any 'damage', but he's not running away or really attacking back for some reason.

Help?]

e. Mask Tinkering [ACTION for SS BLAMELESS/BROADCAST]

[Following his misadventures in the Mist, Lyall is back on the Blameless and in the lab. He's taken off his jacket, which should tell you all you need to know about the fact that he is very focused on what he is doing right now.

Which happens to be consolidating the sides of the mask he bought, resoldering some parts, adding some leather in some places, or metallic bits. He is pretty absorbed, but will be willing to have a conversation if you come interrupt.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I was human too, once.

I suppose it comes down to fear of the unknown. many people also seemed horrified to know I chose to become a werewolf of my own free will. Apparently, it would make it better if I had been attacked and turned against my will? Barbaric.

Were you?

[ How . . . sad. ]

Why did you choose that?

All werewolves start as humans. You cannot be born one.

And it was better than starving. Life expectancy in those times was not the best.

[ Huh. ]

I suppose not.

Not a very lofty goal, I am aware. Nor very ambitious. But I cannot say I regret it.

What is there to regret?

being able to walk in the sun, or to eat cooked meals. Some people miss it after a while.

[ Are these werewolves or vampires . . . ]

Especially if you've had it before.

Which all werewolves have, since we were all human once.

[But for him that was a long time ago.]

There are a lot regrets one ca have if they do not make this decision with proper reflection. And not everyone who attempts the change survives it.

You speak a lot of regrets.

Do you have any?

Maybe after I was turned. But I am too old for that now. Regrets do not age well.

How old are you?

[ Mortal ages are hard to gauge. ]

I have lost exact count, but I estimate it around four hundred and seventy.

[Not mortal anymore, Loki. Not for long a time.]

Ah. Still young then.

[Okay, Lyall does look a bit surprised by that. He doesn't hear this often.]

Actually, by werewolves standards, I am one of the oldest left alive in my area of the world.

Should I assume you are used to beings that are even longer-lived? Maybe you are one yourself?

[You don't really smell different from a human.]

I am a God. My kind has lived for thousands of years and longer.

[ five thousand is a generous marker, but odin was far older than that. ]

.. I see.

[Yes, he may be slightly impressed, but he'll try not to let it show on his face too much.]

Werecreatures used to be worshpped as Gods in ancient times, but of course we are not gods. It is my first time meeting an actual one.

[ He clicks his tongue. ]

I am Loki, the God of Mischief. Mankind believed in me millennia ago and the Norsemen worshipped us.

[He's... well he's never heard of you, Loki. Sorry. Norse mythology is definitely not something he's versed in. Still he's polite, so he'll bow his head.]

Randolph Lyall, Beta werewolf of the London Pack. A pleasure.

Beta?

I guess you could call it a second-in-command. Our leader is the Alpha of the pack, Lord Falmouth, who also happens to be here, as it were.

[ Archaic terms to use for a chain of command. ]

Only two of you?

Here, yes. Our pack comprises eleven members and is the largest in England, and maybe even in Europe although that's difficult to account for.

My Lord and I are the only ones who have been taken here.

What does a pack do, exactly?

Well, it doesn't really do anything. It's simply a social structure that is necessary to werewolves. We are not solitary creatures, except for the odd exception. We need the group.

The inclusion of supernaturals into society has given us more purpose, though. Most werewolves are military men after the change. The London pack is part of a regiment in the British army.

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