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Log; Ongoing

When; Dec. 01 (evening)
Rating; PG-13 (violence, language)
Characters; open
Summary; and The Host arrives in the city square, refer to this for guidelines
Log;

Almost four hundred pounds of cyborg puppeteer was flung haphazardly into the brick wall, through the brick wall. She bounced along, meat and metal, every part of her throbbing with a maddening pain no other puppeteer could bear to fathom. Her fur was matted, marked by sweat and blood. Something felt dislocated. Her right foreleg was numbing. Despite the assurances of the advanced, top-of-the-line musculature melding that prevented most primitive projectile weapons from puncturing her vitals, she still could be mangled, like now. She wasn't sure how long she could last. Maybe she deserved this, could have foreseen this; she was stupid and headstrong enough to fight the beast bare hoofed. She should have brought a blade, a small projectile weapon, spent her free time trying to construct a basic harmful laser, something. Instead she had launched herself at the thing, over the gaping maw, between the two withered, leathery necks, trying to tear into its wrinkled back flesh with her clawed hooves. There was her enhanced strength, and then there was the creature's reflexes, how what was once its back leg was held like an Earth scorpion's. That was careless.

Unfertilized gametes still leaked out of the hole in her belly. It had tried to impregnate her, pumping her gut full of the slime while the other one that would assuredly turn her into a vessel of infection was held off with both sets of teeth. The other two prongs had been trying to tear her open. She got away then and had been running ever since. There was fear, and then there was the basic Fear that had gripped her people ever so tightly. Never had she been so scared for her (second) life.

It caught her. She fought back, but it was a futile attempt: It was insanely strong. Unbelievably strong. No creature could be that strong.

The sickening scent of ill puppeteer musk came closer. She could almost feel its horrid, humid breaths as it homed in with a slow, agonizing sureness; it knew where she was. Her remaining two legs uselessly swung against the crumbles and tile; she could not crouch away, her legs weren't built for it. A cornered herd beast, Guardian threw both heads back and gave a cry of alarm, an ancient noise of pained, panicked trumpets that carried a message that she begged was universal.

An oily voice. Low notes slithered through the air in her native tongue: "Yes... Sing for the humans you love to despise. They shall come to the beautiful sight of me crushing your proud Guardian bones. Let your demise mark my departure from your wretched, terrified race.

"Die in terror, disposable little Warrior."

The great shape could be seen crawling. Those teeth could be heard, clacking with an ill glee anticipating her battered body. Maybe it flickered gold. Golden tentacles. Many golden tentacles reaching for her, promising a second death.

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Ice came falling from the sky but it failed to hit either of the small group that had surrounded the dragonhorse. His green eyes were calm, almost too calm as he surveyed the carnage, watched the blood spill from her belly, saw the tall vampire pet the feline.

"Guardian," Daniel said her name coolly, "I will ask you once, and not badger you about it again. Would you like help."

The white phantom clad in jeans and a black shirt stood behind him, at a distance, but close enough to keep a toothy mouth on things. Matthew was the eye in the sky, as always.

Guardian's nostrils flared in surprise; all these primates here, it bristled her a bit. She was not a creature for a crowd, but she was in no position to complain. Death was near and she was not sure if she wanted to see who was right: her race's absolution of nonexistence or her caste's other level of Afterlife.

She let this new human creature touch her. No, pick her up. The matted moist fur, what wasn't stained by blood, was surprisingly soft to the touch.

Should any sort of weight creep onto injured leg, she would have shrieked a frighteningly loud discord, a curse in her native tongue, and should she be released, collapse to her side again. She was a tripod; a poor evolutionary design in that a broken leg meant death. The weight distribution made her unable to limp.

Then... him. The Lank One.

"What can you do to help?" the hurting alien mumbled, the other head weakly sniffing, detecting a sort of similarity between Jan and the other male human creature. A kinship?

He felt the nightmare leave briefly, seeking out someone else. A brief unimpressed look crossed Daniel's green eyes, but he allowed the Corinthian to go, for now. He approached the dragonhorse, noting the brothers as well as Rangiku and her cat... with that other cat, hmm. The Dream King reached out to place a hand on Guardian's soft fur, unfazed by the blood or her pain.

"If you want to live, you will live," the blonde boy offered his most cryptic words.

"Uh, excuse me but....", Luke gasped feeling the dragon-horse's weight shifting increasing into his direction, "Could somebody lend a hand, now please??!!

Guardian whistled, the translator crackling a brief "wait" to the Jan-kin. She could feel the human strain. A pity, considering that from what she has observed so far, she weighed a few times more than the average human. This creature was quite strong indeed, but she did not notice any sort of obvious enhancement, her own marked by the occasional outlet hidden in the fur. That was how they read her vitals with such pinpoint accuracy. She did not flinch at The Lank One's touch. Enought creatures and things had touched her today anyway.

"I do not wish to die, so I must have a desire to live."

The reddness that colored his sight slowly faded. The roaring in his head quieted.

Jan blinked and Reality cameback.

There between, Ran and Luke, very much alive was Guardian.

With a whoop of joy, he raced thru the broken nightmarish rainbow that laid in smelly patches all over the square. Comin in the fuckin nick of time to save Bro from gettin turned into a pancake.

"Good," said the boy, completely not volunteering to help hold the hefty dragonhorse up. He had other things to take care of, such as her major wound. His stern green gaze shifted to the trio holding her steady. "Do not release her," he said in a firm tone.

Daniel Hall, or what was left of him, reached both hands over her serious wound. He closed his eyes as something, that perception of reality, took over his body and mind, allowing her wound to knit slowly, blood fading away like red poppies shutting for the night. They had spoken before, she would not be a martyr, not today.

Before The Lank One addressed what could have ended her if left untreated, Guardian managed to take a whiff of the air, to see the outside. The sick musk was still there, but there was no life to it, a dead trace to something that was put out of its misery.

Perhaps... These primate creatures were worth something after all. They had fought so bravely and fiercely for their homes and lives, just like a guardian would. Something her people could not do. And they were willing to save her, it seemed, even with her attitude and species-centric beliefs.

How humbling the battlefield could be.

"Jan," she croaked at the bizzare tightness of the sealing flesh. The other head craned down to examine. "I am impressed. You were very brave."

Mrrrr.... the cat clop-walked to Guardian, careful not to stand under her in case she should fall. He brushed a paw over his pierced ear then licked at it.

"Worry not, dear heart, I know this boy 'n 'is ilk. You'll be rrrright as rrraaaain, rrrurrr...."

"A good decision," he said under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. Once her wound was healed all she needed was rest, which the Valentine brothers seemed more than ready to give her, so the young king stood back. He simply watched with those emeralds for eyes, watched them take care of her with the pirate cat in tow. This was his only pressing matter at hand.

"Farewell then, Guardian," Daniel said, sounding more like the teenager already.

Looked at the horse-like head bobbin near his in surprised. He'd been expectin maybe a 'Thank-you' or something, but nothing like this. She kinda sounded like a rescued damsel in a corny Hollywood movie. Hard to believe this was the same dragon-horse that really fuckin wanted to kickmajorass without help earlier before the crazy slug shit hit the fan.

Well, it didn't really fuckin matter cause Hometeam-NUMBER FUCKIN ONE!!/Rudolph-asshole loser.

Jan grinned, (found that the inside of his jacket was fairly clean enough to wipe most of gore off his fingers) reached-up to stroke her nose.

The Lank One was always an odd sort, but she blinked in gratitude. Too bad pondering the nature of the being was outside her bounds.

And oh, if only she had heard what had been in Jan's head. Damsel in distress. She would have resented every part of it, but thoughts were thoughts. And well, maybe not so much; maybe Herding with the primates wouldn't be so bad after all. She could keep her name as she still had her purpose.

There was a slight twitch here. The Lank One had touched the soft velvet of her face (well, until one got down to the gripping fingerlets) but never stroked it. There was a rolling, purring chirp of delight, an uncharacteristic sound for her; she liked it.

When the healing was complete, the clopwalker took it upon himself to interrupt her peaceful chirpy moment and climb onto her back. He was a hefty sort, bushy and full, but still agile despite his peg. Well, the claws helped, which hopefully weren't too sharp on her hide! The cat merely intended to rest on her hump while the two-legs walked her back to their apartment building.

Luke sighed in relief as Jan helped center the dragon-horse's weight. The three them would be able to carry her safetly back to Building 9.

Once home, she be tended to - legs set, hide sponged-off, needed liquids given and some of Jan's opium stash put to use to dull the pain. After that, one could stay with her while the others cleaned themselves up, followed by a switch. No need to decide who would spend the night with her, Luke already knew who that would be.

Glanced at his younger brother and smiled, Probably going to ask a certain 'friend' to join him in the sleep-over. Good idea, they're long overdue for some quality time together.

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