they are the hunters, we are the foxes - and we run

[hastily]

the ON THE RUN meme


Sometimes, these things happen. Sometimes, you're in just the wrong place at just the right time, or you've made the wrong (or right, depending on your intentions) person mad. Sometimes it's better for everyone if you just go. Sometimes there isn't time for good-bye.

LOST
You've managed to lose yourself somewhere out there, for whatever reason it was. Maybe you took someone with you (willingly? not?), or you found someone else who needed to disappear as badly as you did. You're in your car, or a cheap hotel, or a house by the side of the road. What else can you do but watch, and wait?

FOUND
It could have been as simple as being glimpsed at the 7-11. Your phoneline wasn't as secure as you thought. You locked eyes with the wrong person across the room. Now the house of cards is collapsing, and maybe not just your life, but the lives of everyone you love could be in jeopardy now. The walls are closing in, and your arms are giving out.

RULES
- post with your character's name and canon. if you have an on-the-run AU, or scenarios you might want to play out, mention them here.
- find others. tag them.
- and then, run.

Comments

[hellstorm]

"... You're not going to want to go anywhere once I unload those kids." He probably should have explained that part before he volunteered Loki for the job. Hmm.

[godofbadideas]

"Oh, now he tells me," Loki complains to his horse. "Fine. Then you can get breakfast."

[hellstorm]

"You would have volunteered regardless." And that meant breakfast was frozen pizza. Daimon dismounts once they're to the edge of a rocky outcropping, leaving the horse to wander off-- it can find it's own way home when it feels like it.

[godofbadideas]

"I would have," Loki agrees. "It would have been nice to know, though." There better be pepperoni. He dismounts, pats his horse on its neck, and gives it another bacon treat.

[hellstorm]

"Eh, I'll make it up to you." He stops to check, making sure they're in the right place before opening a portal-- yeah that looks about right. Then makes a sweeping after you gesture.

Annnnd home! Lets not do that again.

[godofbadideas]

"I'll hold you to that." Loki hops on through, landing lightly on his toes.

They will totally be doing that again, and Daimon knows it.

[hellstorm]

He's pretty sure he's more of a cat burglar now rather than an occultist, he couldn't even begin to study or fully translate all of the things they've collected already, at least not in a human's lifetime.

Great now he was a hoarder too.

Daimon clears some space on the floor and goes looking through his book shelves. "Park it."

[godofbadideas]

Loki sinks to the floor in an easy, cross-legged position.

"Like so?"

[hellstorm]

"Mhm." He doesn't even look, just flips through a few books before dropping one open on the floor by him. Then goes back to digging, going through a few drawers and boxes. "You might want to get comfortable."

Because it takes him awhile, first to draw the proper circles, and then to find appropriate vessels to hold each soul until he can find a place to put them. He lights a candle for each and sets one at a point of a chalk pentagram, lighting them with a quick pass of his hand.

Finally he drops to sit cross-legged across from Loki so their knees almost touch.

"Ready?"

[godofbadideas]

Loki gets out of his coat and armour as Daimon prepares things. Boots and pants too after a moment's consideration, and the long-sleeved shirt he wears under the armour, leaving him in nothing but his socks and underwear.

"Ready."

[hellstorm]

He thinks about making a comment about how he said comfortable, not half-naked. Except he can't really talk, now can he?

Usually it's easy to rip a spirit out of a body, especially in the cases of possession... which, is kind of what Daimon had forced onto Loki. Except he can't just carelessly pull these. He has to find them, coax them out and separate them from each other, it's a lot like untangling christmas lights really-- tedious. Especially when everything looks and feels about the same.

Then the trip up comes because he has to figure out how to part them from the damn trickster's own soul, because they didn't want to go, like moths to a flame.

It takes hours and Daimon has four tucked safely away in their temporary vessels. But he has to sit back and take a breather. "... So I think I lost one... somewhere."

[godofbadideas]

Children feel safe with Loki; he's a kindred spirit in many ways, and they instinctively know it. He helps as much as he can, but the process leaves him tired and woozy, head spinning like he's the one who has been casting intricate, complicated magic.

"I can still feel it," Loki says. "She doesn't want to leave." He licks his lips.

[hellstorm]

Well Loki kind of is... mostly because Daimon's using him to fuel most of the magic, it's less of a shock to the souls.

"I don't want to pull too hard, I might leave bits behind." If he had the time to prep Loki as a vessel, this wouldn't have happened.

[godofbadideas]

"That would be... less than ideal," Loki agrees. "I can get her to leave, I think. But I need an anchor."

[hellstorm]

"I got you." He couldn't really do much else right now anyway, not without completely tapping out Loki by digging around, he'd already been in a lot longer than he intended.

[godofbadideas]

Loki nods, and he closes his eyes, to better concentrate as he goes somewhere he seldom looks -- inside himself. It's easy enough to find that stubborn, wayward soul, curled up in a corner of his own, the bright, warm, safe part of him; small, but real, and it's easy to understand why she doesn't want to leave.

It takes a long time to coax the soul out of that place, and even longer to draw it out to where Daimon can reach it.

The process leaves Loki shaking. Pale, exhausted, and ravenous.

[hellstorm]

Once he has them all collected he moves to put them somewhere safe, innocent souls were priceless, especially to demons, the five of them together were probably worth more than everything he owned combined.

He crouches across from Loki when he's done, pushing a cold, glass bottle of soda into his hand. "Sugar will help."

[godofbadideas]

Loki takes the soda with a wordless grunt, and downs the bottle in one long pull.

[hellstorm]

He reaches down to help pull him up. "Come on, couch. And I'll get you something to eat."

[godofbadideas]

Loki lets Daimon help him up, wobbling on his feet despite his best efforts. He has a feeling he's even worse off than he would have been otherwise, if all had gone according to 'plan.'

"Plenty of fat and sugar, if you please," he manages.

[hellstorm]

Which mean Loki's going to get a bunch of junk food. Daimon leaves him on the couch with a second bottle of soda, and teleports off somewhere, at least long enough to grab him a couple of pizza's and a cheesecake because it's New York, why not?

A beer or two might help too. He leaves everything on the coffee table and wanders off to maybe find paper plates.

[godofbadideas]

By the time he gets back, Loki has vanished a whole pizza and half the cheesecake, as well as the second soda, and if his colour isn't any better, he has at least stopped shaking.

"My thanks for the crumbled bacon topping."

[hellstorm]

"Thought you'd like that." He ruffles Loki's hair and perches himself on the arm of the worn couch, settling with just a beer for now.

"We are officially the worst kind of criminals as far as Hell is concerned."

[godofbadideas]

"Excellent, yet another locale to add to my list," Loki replies.

[hellstorm]

"Take a breather, I'll drop you at your place if you want. We'll sort and stash later."