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there's a river running wild. ([personal profile] shootstars) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-02-16 12:04 pm

the picture prompt meme

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-21 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's hot on the thing's heels, a dark blur in the moonlight, bolting through the grass. Faraday's bullets do little to slow the creature down. The vampire barrels into Faraday, and Vasquez worry flares hot in his belly. He redoubles his efforts, moving as fast as his legs will carry him.

But the scent of blood never reaches the air, aside from the stagnant mess spilling from the vampire's wound, old and unpleasant. The vampire reappears, head poking up over the grass, and it's head rocks back violently as Faraday puts a bullet through the underside of its jaw, the bullet making a messy exit from the top of its skull.

Holy water and daylight and bullets with divine blessings on them can stop a vampire for good, but lacking in any of those things, removing its head from its body is a good way to slow it down. The vampire is already struggling to put itself back together, having gone so long without feeding. Vasquez barrels into it from the side, knocking it free of Faraday and into the grass. It doesn't have much fight in it anymore, and it's an easy thing for Vasquez to clamp his jaws around the vampire's throat. Old blood and dead flesh flood his tongue, rancid and awful, but he holds tight, bone crunching under the pressure.

In one violent motion, he tears the vampire's head free from its neck, tossing it away with a shake of his head. ]
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-21 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's almost too quick for Faraday to register, the heavy weight sitting on his chest one second, an abrupt absence the next, and Faraday jerks his head over in time to watch Vasquez to bite down on the vampire's neck.

Faraday winces in sympathy; he had smelled the vampire, decay setting in after having gone so long without a meal. He can only imagine how it must taste.

He props himself onto his elbows, holstering his spent gun but keeping Maria in his grip. With his free hand, he feels along his neck, finds the scrapes where the vampire's fangs tried penetrating through to a vein. To the vampire, it probably felt like chomping down on a tree trunk, rather than actual flesh. Faraday's fingers come away bloody, but the wounds are superficial. Cuts, rather than punctures.

Werewolves tended to be hardy beasts – it's what made them so damn scary, even without the benefit of a full moon. A creature like that bounding toward you, yellow eyes glowing and white teeth flashing in the dark. Treating every bullet like the mildest of inconveniences—

It's little wonder why Sam found having a werewolf on their side was well worth the risk.

He pushes himself up the rest of the way, wiping ineffectually at the bloody mess of his front. He suspects it must've been like upturning a bucket of curdled milk, when the vampire had tackled him – the wounds had been little more than slashes, at first. Old, torn flesh. But once the vampire had given it a chance to, some of its blood had slopped out, like watered down jelly.

He grimaces down at himself, glances over at the creek. He'll have to dunk himself in before the stench gives him a headache. It takes a second before he scents something else on the air. Sweet. Coppery. That minor note of bitterness that marks it as different. (unpalatable.) ]


[ Worry sharpens his voice without his meaning it to. ]

You're hurt.
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-21 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His ears flick back at the sound of Faraday’s voice, at the strange note of concern there. He huffs out a breath through his nose, though it’s impossible to tell if it’s amusement or an attempt to clear the stench of carrion from his nostrils. Possibly both.

He turns and pads back towards Faraday, shifting as he walks. On one step, a prowling cat, by the next a man with a sour expression on his face. He scrubs at his mouth with the back of his hand, turning to spit into the grass. ]

Undead bastard tastes like shit.

[ As if he needed to explain that. He glances at his shoulder, a thin line of blood runs down his arm, seeping into the fabric of his shirt. The wound stings a bit, but it doesn’t seem too terribly deep. ]

Just a graze, perrito. No need to get so worked up over it.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-21 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It makes his head ache a little to look at Vasquez when he does that, like his brain can’t quite make sense of the transformation. It’s nothing like when Faraday turns, he knows that for certain; his own change is never quite so smooth.

Faraday spots the graze when Vasquez examines it, can’t quite explain why something unclenches in his chest when he realizes it’s not much of a wound. ]

Quit callin’ me that.

[ His hat had fallen off in the scuffle, and he casts around briefly, scooping it up and brushing dirt from its brim.]

Oughta tell Sam about this. [ When the hat seems clean enough, he settles it atop his head. ] That might not be the last of the stragglers.
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-21 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He ignores the protest, token as it has become at this point, and instead gives Faraday a once over. Most of that blood is too old to have come from Faraday, and it does a decent job of masking the smell of the fresh blood slowly leaking from the scrapes on the gambler’s neck.

It reaches Vasquez’s nose all the same, now that he’s not actively breathing in the smells of the vampire, but it doesn’t seem like enough blood to be worried about it. ]

Ought to, yes. Ought to wash yourself off, too. You reek.

I can fetch the hunter, he needs to take care of the body anyway. You’ll just scare everyone walking into town like that.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-21 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday huffs out a laugh, cants his head up a little and offers Vasquez a sharp smile. ]

You say that like we don’t scare everyone already.

[ But he shrugs, all the same, hauls himself to his feet and brushes dirt from his clothing. ]

Suppose if you need me for anything, I’ll be dunkin’ myself in the creek.
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-21 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He laughs a little, a dangerous edge to his own grin. It’s freeing, he realizes, to be able to be what he is with someone else. The both of them are monsters, wild beasts, but if they want to survive in this world, they have to bury that part deep. Keep it hidden so that normal folks don’t run screaming or try to gun them down where they stand.

With Faraday, he can be animal or man or anything in between and it doesn’t matter at all. ]

I suppose we do.

[ He gives Faraday a dismissive wave, and turns back towards town.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to go far. Sam and Goodnight and Billy were already on their way to the outskirts of town, drawn by the gunfire. He points them in the direction of the vampire’s corpse, lets them know that Faraday is fine, if covered in vampire guts. He then saunters back into town for a bit.

A short while later, he reappears alongside the creek, a bottle of whiskey in hand, following the lingering stink of old blood and the unmistakable scent of Faraday, stuck somewhere between man and wolf. ]

Sam is going to take the others out tomorrow to see if there are others lurking around the town. I told him we would keep an eye out here for the rest of the night.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-21 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As Vasquez wanders off, Faraday makes his way to the banks of the creek that gives the town its name. He tosses his hat aside, strips down, and—

Well. He dunks himself in.

He wasn’t quite joking when he had said that to Vasquez, apparently.

With the warmth of the evening air, the water is blessedly, sharply cool against his skin. He scrubs off the blood – congealed and sticky and stale – and the dirt, rids his hands of the dead flesh that had worked under his fingernails when he grappled with the vampire. He climbs out, dripping wet, and shakes himself.

Not unlike a dog.

(And thank God Vasquez wasn’t here to witness that. Mouthy bastard as he is, Faraday can only imagine the comparisons he would draw.)

Faraday catches his scent on the air as he returns – the sharp smell of blood recently spilled. A familiar mix of smoke, gun oil, gun powder, liquor, and that strangeness that drifts from all inhuman creatures like themselves. By the time Vasquez finds him, Faraday’s back in his trousers and boots, kneeling at the banks of the creek and scrubbing the old blood from his clothing. His gun belt sits within easy reach. Without his shirt, the old scar sits in plain view: a ring of red tissue, wrapping around his left side.

He peers up as Vasquez as he steps up beside him, frowns at him. ]

I don’t recall volunteering for that.
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-21 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He watches Faraday a moment, eyes immediately going to the angry red mark at his side. Not hard to pick it out as a bite mark, and it’s not hard to know what that means.

He doesn’t dwell on it at the moment. Maybe one day he’ll get the story of how he was turned out of Faraday, but it doesn’t seem wise to ask this close to the full moon. ]

You didn’t. I did it for you.

[ And he holds up the bottle. ]

But I brought some incentive.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-21 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday continues to look unimpressed, even as Vasquez produces the bottle, lips pressed together in a thin line and the corners of his mouth turned downward.

Smug son of a bitch.

At last, Faraday nods sharply to the space beside him, apparently resigned to his fate. He hardly wants to crane his neck to stare up at Vasquez for the rest of the night.

He wrings out his shirt slowly, the water finally falling away cleanly, and he shakes it out a couple times before slipping it back on. The blood stain is still there, but it’s faint, at least. And the scent still lingers, but he expects no one but him – and Vasquez, likely – will even notice. His vest comes next, and he plunges it into the cool waters of the creek. ]

You get your arm seen to?
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-22 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Si. Señora Cullen insisted.

[ Emma was one of the few who didn't tend to keep Faraday or Vasquez at arm's length just because of what they were. It was a rarity, to be sure. ]

Got a handful of bullets from the preacher, too.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-22 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ He offers a quiet hum. Emma Cullen is an odd one, to be sure. Not many God-fearing women like her would be comfortable inviting an assortment of eccentricities like Chisolm's band. Not many would be comfortable inviting a hunter, either; men like that had a certain air about them that made them just as terrifying as the creatures they pursued.

Chisolm was an odd one, too. A damn good hunter, to pick out Faraday from the crowd and read what he was – and not give a damn, either. Not many hunters would see a wolf and leave him alone. But Chisolm had, and only returned for him when Emma Cullen crossed his path.

Hell, Faraday thinks, wringing out his vest. Everyone in this damn place is odd, and Faraday might very well be king of it. He slips the damp vest back on, lets it hang loose and open from his shoulders.

He extends a hand out. ]

Give 'em here, then. I expect I need 'em more than you do.
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-22 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's only a handful, but it should be enough, given that Faraday is a damn good shot. He fishes them from his pocket and hands them over. ]

Things like that don't bother you?
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-22 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ The bullets fall harmlessly into Faraday's palm, and he gives them a demonstrative little jiggle. ]

Don't bother you either, does it?

[ Regular lead, consecrated by the word of a holy man; churches; holy ground – none of that bothers Faraday. ]
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-22 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
I don't tend to keep things that bother me in my pocket.

[ And the divine doesn't bother him at all. He was raised Catholic, in fact, and never once has he had the feeling that the word of God would cause him to burst into flame or other such nonsense. ]

That vampire tried to take a bite out of you. Didn't seem like it worked much.

So if blessings don't bother you and vampires don't bother you, what does?
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-22 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday pulls out his spent gun, loading the blessed cartridges into the chambers.

He hums quietly as Vasquez speaks, trying to puzzle out what might literally get beneath Faraday's skin, and he only offers a sharp-toothed smile. ]

Why do you wanna know?

[ Challenging, warning. The cylinder of his Peacemaker clicks as he reveals the next spent chamber, sliding in a bullet. ]

Not plannin' on takin' advantage of that knowledge, are you?
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-22 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Got no reason to want to kill you, perrito.

[ Hopefully he won't have one three nights from now, either, but even if they try to steer Faraday in the right direction, there's still a chance that things could go wrong. ]

And you already have what it takes to kill me.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-22 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He watches Vasquez from the corner of his eye, sliding in the last cartridge. That done, he slips the gun into its holster, reaching to load up his second gun.

It's practical knowledge, Faraday supposes. Vasquez pulled the short straw as far as responsibilities go, come the night of the fight. Sam had appointed Vasquez as Faraday's warden. Faraday figures the scent of something a little familiar to himself might keep the wolf calm, and Chisolm apparently came to the same conclusion. Better than any of the farmers around here, at least. The wolf would just catch their scent and try to break out in search of food.

So it's Vasquez's job to haul him to the shed just before sunset, to lock him in, to wait with him as he changes. And once night finally falls and the moon rises overhead, it's Vasquez's job to make sure the wolf doesn't get out too soon. And when the time comes, it's Vasquez's job to let him out, to let the wolf do what he does best.

(As far as Faraday knows, Sam hasn't quite decided what they'll do with him if the fight ends too soon before sunrise.

Faraday suspects they haven't thought that far, because no one expects to actually win.)

It'll be valuable for him to know what to do, Faraday decides, when things inevitably go to hell. ]

... Silver. Wolfsbane.

[ He says it quietly, slowly, as he unloads Maria. He doesn't have enough bullets to fully load both guns, but a couple in his off-hand pistol is better than nothing. ]

Sam's got both. I suspect he'll set you up with a few silver bullets before he ships you off with me. Just in case.
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-22 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Silver and wolfsbane. (The latter is some sort of herb, if he remembers right. That explains the peculiar name.)

Vasquez only nods slowly. He truly hopes it doesn’t come to that- he likes Faraday, obnoxious as he could be sometimes. There’s a certain freedom about walking by his side, the easy way they talk to and goad one another, the easy way they fall into silence.

Sam can give him his silver bullets, if he likes, but he’s going to do his damnedest to not have to use them. ]

Let’s hope we don’t have to worry about “just in case”, eh?
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-22 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Hope don’t do you much good when I’m tearin’ your throat out.

[ There’s something chipper in his tone as he says it. ]

I’m not gonna be on your side. I am now, but once the wolf’s out? All bets are off.

I ain’t like you, Vasquez. I don’t get to keep my head when I change. I’ve never been around so many folks during a full moon, but it’s easy enough to guess how I’m gonna react: everyone is gonna look the same to me, and they’re all gonna look like food.

[ He spins the cylinder of his gun, slips it back into its proper holster. ]

Sam’ll give you the bullets. Wouldn’t be surprised if he sets up the rest of the boys with a couple, too. So he’s trustin’ you to watch me, trustin’ that you’ll do what you can to guide me in the right direction, and trustin’ you to use your judgment.

[ And Faraday lifts up his head, catching Vasquez’s gaze; his eyes flash yellow in the moonlight. ]

And if worst comes to worst, I’m trustin’ you to stop me.

Comprende, amigo?
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-22 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It still doesn’t sit right with him, having to put Faraday down like some wild animal, even if that’s what he becomes. But, in the end, if it comes down to Faraday or the lives of the people they’re trying to help in the first place, he really ought to make the right decision. ]

Si, perrito. I understand.

[ They hold each other’s gaze a moment, but Vasquez breaks away first with a small laugh. He sets the bottle between them and leans back a bit, supporting his weight on his hands. ]

You’re a scary man, you know that?
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-22 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It’s a bit of a weight off his shoulders when Vasquez relents. (Even if he uses that goddamn nickname again, and starting now, Faraday is trying not to let it show just how obnoxious he finds it.) It’s easier coming to turns with his own role in the fight, so long as there are fallback measures in place.

And he knows everyone of Chisolm’s handpicked army is a damn fine shot.

When Vasquez laughs, Faraday feels some of the stiffness bleed out of his posture. He reaches over to the bottle sitting between them, pulling out the cork and taking a swig. ]

Rich, comin’ from a man who can turn into some kinda giant cat when he pleases.

[ He holds the bottle out to Vasquez. ]

We’re all scary bastards.
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-22 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn’t say I wasn’t scary.

[ He’s well-aware of how unsettling he can be when little glimpses of the animal drift to the surface. Feral smiles and sharp eyes and moving in a way just on the wrong side of the line between human and inhuman.

He takes the offered bottle, downing a drink for himself before passing it back. ]

Jaguar, by the way. That’s what I am.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-22 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
A what?

[ This, as Faraday’s taking the bottle back. The name sits at the back of his head, something both familiar and not. Likely he’s heard the word before, but he’s had nothing to attach it to.

Well, until now, that is. ]

The thing you turn into, you mean?
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-22 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
A jaguar.

[ He says it again, a little slower. ]

If that’s how you want to put it, then sure.

[ The idea that the jaguar is just some thing, some separate entity from himself is completely alien to him. But perhaps that just echoes how Faraday feels about his wolf. Faraday didn’t ask to be what he was, and Vasquez was born this way. They’re coming at this from different sides. ]

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