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 Post subject: Red Footprints [Tag: Coraline Revelle]
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Galaxy: Milky Way
System Cluster: Local Cluster
Solar System: Ra/Sol/Sun
Planet: Earth/Gaia
Level: surface
Continent / Ocean: North America
Nation / Territory: U.S.A.
State / Province: New York
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Local Date: 2014 February 10

by Coraline Revelle at February 10 Thursday 11:21 pm EST

Footsteps crunching in the snow beneath her, Cora had wandered aimlessly from the lit pathway in Central Park. A deep cloud existed in her mind, protecting her from any comprehensible thoughts or reminders of the reality of her recent past. Where she was or why had escaped her. Some part of her acknowledged that she desperately wished that after killing her own sister she had had the courage to put a bullet in her own head too. Charlotte had to be in a better place than this now. Such dark thoughts were foreign to Cora, a woman who had been known for her happy disposition.

Creating her own tracks in the pure white snow solidified the fact that she was alone. As much as the pure hearted young woman longed for friendship and support, she felt that privilege couldn’t belong to her anymore. Suddenly, the vastness of the crisp white ground came to a sharp end as her eyes fell upon a speck of red. Beyond this tiny red intrusion lie many more. The imprints of a man’s legs being dragged across the snow were evident as she followed the path. Cora’s eyebrows rose as she inhaled deeply.

Picking up her pace she followed the trail of blood beyond a gathering of trees. At this sight, an ordinary human would scream or run, most likely both simultaneously. This woman however, stared at the scene, knowing it was her duty to take action.

A slender bodied vampire lay over a contrastingly large man, her mouth carefully placed over the man’s neck. The human like creature’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the smooth flowing entrance of blood onto her tongue, as if she had been suffocating and finally had found air. Cora froze in her place silently, knowing she had the ability to run from this situation more than anyone, yet there she stood. Her hand slowly reaching for a weapon, any weapon, she realized she had not brought one. “Now I should definitely run” she thought, yet again she did not. Now ashamed by her reaction, she thought of how to kill through combat, realizing now that her training had not been for the purpose of Zombies only.

Sucking its victim dry, the Vampire looked up, finally realizing that it was not alone. The creature lowered its head, her eyes looking deep into Cora’s, as if to read her soul. Cora’s fear, but persistence was clear as day. Taking one step forward towards its new victim, the tall vampire's foot left a narrow red footprint in the snow.


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Auz had always been a fan of the great outdoors, ghillie suits, cold weather, and the hunt. It didn't even matter much to him what he was hunting, so long as it was going on. Central Park was one of the only places he was able to enjoy all of these things while conducting his expedition of the Outland from his forward operating office in New York City; the remainder of the surrounding square miles of dense urban "jungle" required far different techniques and camouflage. So it was in that park that he did, this day, lie... waiting, watching, and planning his next murderous pounce.

Lying 'neath the warm shroud of interwoven mesh, tarp, and haphazard burlap strips, and frosted in a thin blanket of snowflakes, he remained silent as a memory, still as a grave. The texture and color scheme of his white powder dusted covering blended and faded him in masterfully with the terrain away from the walking paths. His heart rate was back down under 50 again. His finger: resting lightly and evenly around the curving, graphite epoxy trigger of his silenced carbine. There was a tiny handful of snow in his mouth, keeping his exhales from emitting the visible puffs of warm water vapor (even though it wouldn't show outside his ghillie). His feet were on their sides, toes pointing outward to keep his heels down. White fatigues, insulated with sealed pockets of down, adorned his frame, embracing him just enough to keep him from freezing, but not allow for overheating and dehydration if he had to run and fight in them. A quick-release flak, complete with all the Blackhawk pouches stuffed with pre-arranged gadgets, magazines, and multi-tools, shielded his torso with four E-SAPI (Enhanced Small Arms Protector Insert) plates inserted underneath the Kevlar and silk weaving. To most (minus the meta's, of course), this load might sound daunting. To him, it was his happy thought, and its weight was barely noticeable. He had, at times, forgotten he was wearing all of it, and even been unable to sleep without it on. He was extremely comfortable right now.

Auz graduated a few schools which had coached him in the finer shadow- and dark-arts, as they had come to be called in this age, allowing him to hide, conduct reconnaissance, and snipe right out in the open; he could lie in a field, plain, prairie, or plateau, with no trees, boulders, caves, or buildings as far as the eye could see, and still make calm, accurate shots without alerting a soul (unless, of course, they had E.S.P., but his technology was quickly catching up to counteract those post-Shift abilities). Now turned out to be one of those times when skills like those were needed.

Cora came into his cone of view several minutes after his ears had picked her up. Probably due to his automatic calming effect, the vampire just ahead of her route hadn't noticed him despite the semi-human blood coursing through his arteries and veins, but, as he could clearly see, it was well aware of her, and only waiting to take her on, too, once it finished its current meal.

Auz admired the bravery and self-control Cora displayed as she followed the blood drips and drag marks off the beaten path, but was soon considering the possibility that Cora was just insane, reckless, or mentally handicapped. Then he reminded himself that just about everyone these days seemed to have newfound powers, and maybe that was, in part, the source of this young lady's resolve and drive as she approached what was almost certain to result in the untimely demise of any regular.

The vampire looked up, assumed an aggressive pose which demonstrated hostile intent very blatantly in Auz's opinion, and the moment its first step made contact with the snow between her and Cora, Auz let his trigger finger slowly add pressure until the vampire tensed as if in a one-second convulsion and then collapsed under its own weight, dropping softly into the blood-drenched snow. His carbine had been outfitted with an under-slung module that emitted ion- and microwave-beams the same way the more privileged hospitals' non-invasive surgery equipment did. The beams were as thin as a laser, but were invisible, silent, odorless, and left no entry or exit wound. The beams crossed along a millimeter-sized point inside the target, after self-adjusting in response to the infra-red laser range finder in his scope. The result was that first the target's nervous system was permanently fried by the ions, and then the center of its brain was microwaved, leaving a golf ball sized cavity where the diencephalon met the pons and medulla over the brain stem -just to err on the side of caution (and overkill). So far, it hadn't failed to produce the desired result on anything. 'If only it was that easy to hush unruly children,' he mused.

Auz picked no sides in this chapter, and might have instead helped the vampire on another day; sniping anyone who noticed it feeding, which it couldn't help but do to survive, but today was Cora's lucky day. Maybe it was due to the fact that he found her more attractive than the bloodsucker. He was, after all, a very visual and superficial patron of the arts. That was just part of who and how he was and had always been.

Just as quickly as the vampire had been dropped, Auz had risen to a kneeling position, thrown off his ghillie tossing its snow layer off and to the side, rolled it up tightly and slid it into his small backpack, pulled out his jogger's jumpsuit, unrolled both pieces with one shake, slipped it on over his winter fatigues and flak to conceal them, situated the pack on his back, and collapsed the bi-pod and butt-stock of his carbine, lastly slinging it under his arm inside the black nylon sleeve for a folding lawn chair. The routine was one of many he had well rehearsed at this point, and took no more than ten or fifteen seconds.

Now casually walking to close the gap between him, the neutralized v-infected individual, and whoever Cora was, he looked like one of the park joggers, except for the opaque white contact lenses that covered his pupils, irises, and sclera, making his eyes look like solid white and featureless orbs. It was fairly creepy for someone not familiar with that product, but it was how he liked to joke and break the ice; front lines Marine humor all the way.

"Hello there, I say. Find yourself in a spot of trouble, eh?"

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by Coraline Revelle at February 12 Saturday 9:10 pm EST

Muscles contracting, Cora's delicate frame was still frozen, staring in length with concentration. So many precious seconds for this opportunity had been lost. Why she had not instantly sped over to the creature and snapped its neck, she could not comprehend. Yet, the vampire would not take another step toward her. She would be made victim to no one on this night, but this truth was not by Cora's hand. Within the instant of the invisible attack, she stared, her eye brows furrowed in confusion at the moments closing. The vampire's crimson red eyes glared in a trap of wide intensity before it convulsed its way to death. It was then that the innocent, yet angry woman realized she had failed.

With the sharp turn of her torso, her eyes gazed over the park in search of the reasoning for the vampire's untimely demise. At first glance she looked straight over a white silhouette of a man who kneeled on the ground behind her, who had a brilliant camouflage with the snow. With a single blink, she opened her eyes further and darted her gaze back on the well equipped and dangerous man, focusing it there. From his face to his mysterious weapon and back again, she stared intently, both sights appeared of equal danger to Cora. Watching inquisitively as he situated his attire and weaponry, the rogue military man seemed to take no notice of her after his swift accomplishment had been finished.

Standing at midpoint between the strange man and the motionless bodies, Cora had turned toward the live figure, momentarily forgetting what lay behind her. With a mind that had never mastered the art of multitasking, she insisted resolve to the man's identity. Not at all relieved or thankful for his presence, as one who might be rescued should be, she stared at him in a way that revealed suspicion. Unmoved as he traveled toward her, she disregarded his introduction with an unfriendly demand "Who are you?"

The vampire assassin had little time to respond before a low grunt was audible in the space behind Cora. Turning sharply once more, the presumed corpse of a body rose from its spot, seemingly unharmed. Without a split second of hesitation this time, she zoomed across the snow, leaving no footprints as the pressure from the speed resided in her mind and not her body. The black coat and pants she wore left a blur of a black trail behind her, which quickly subsided as she grabbed a knife from her coat. With the super speed concentrated in her arm and a forceful swipe, the vampire's head fell to the ground in half a second. Staring at the Vampire's separated head, her lips transformed into the position of a smirk. Lifting her head upward to face the only other living being in sight, she let out the words "Vampire; the only way to kill them is to decapitate." She paused. "Amazing weapon, though. What is that thing?" she said, yet with an unimpressed tone. She had no intention of mocking the stranger, yet she felt much better knowing that she had taken care of the situation herself in the end.

What Cora had forgotten here and would come to realize when outside of the constraints of fear from this dangerous situation, is that her power was not meant to be seen. As both a meta human, and an agent of the Hilary Institute, she was meant to carry forth the public opinions and missions of her leaders. Meta-humans, though secretly utilized and helpful to the Initiative's overall cause, are unnatural and their powers are meant to be cured. She could not go traipsing about, using her powers in front of strangers, a walking contradiction. Her ability now must be a secret. Yet she was unfamiliar in her own experience with Vampire's. Her father's rank and contributions in the Initiative in Paris had kept her well protected. She had been unknowingly denied the more dangerous missions.

Whipping the blood off her knife and standing in a position of power over the definite corpse, she could not initially move her gaze from the Vampire's final scene of death. With a sharp intake of breath, she was reminded of the last surprising and dark act she had been forced to commit. Glancing over at the initial victim’s body, she saw in him, her dead sister. Her recent murderous action only solidified the person she was becoming, a killer. She could never turn back now, after what she had done. She had been left to be alone, and all there was left to do now was finish what she and her sister had started, ridding the world of these creatures. This may have been her first vampire, but she knew it would not be her last. She did not feel guilt, but power and purpose.

Out of her dark trance she raised her head and met the man's eyes, her own widening by the unnatural sight. Forgetting about the camouflage, the idea of contacts did not come to her lost mind. Now as if in the presence of a demon or even death itself, she took a step backwards, her pride and confidence slowly leaving her. This being, she realized, could be the real danger to encounter tonight. One easy contraction of his finger, and she'd be zapped, gone, finished, time stood still. "Who are you?" she asked once more, this time in a voice of fear.

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by Auzdein von Himmler at February 10 Thursday 2:39 pm EST

"Who are you?" she challenged him.
This demanding inquisition, he surmised, came from the shock of her situation; the fear, frustration, and anger of it all. He had been in that state of mind enough times to be compassionate about it around those he approved of. Some simple carbohydrates might take the edge off for her, but for one: Auz didn't have any on him, nor trust any American store to sell the non-synthetic ones, and two: he no longer believed in taking any edge off. It wasn't good for training. Auzdein bowed formally at the waist when he reached a position within several feet of her; one hand resting upon his lower abdomen, and the other moving out gracefully to his side, where his arm held it at a slight angle until he returned to a kingly posture with jutted chin and head tilted slightly back so that his eyes seemed to be gazing upon her at a slightly downward angle relative to his face. For some, this hinted at arrogance and condescension. For Auz, it was just how he enjoyed standing and conversing.

The grunt from the healing vampire caught his attention even more than Cora's appealing facial structure had, but by the time he had reached over to pull his carbine back out to do much more catastrophic damage than before, to his surprise and pleasure, Cora had demonstrated not only the meta-physical aspects that made it possible for Auz to remain on this expedition; she had also unhesitatingly terminated a sentient life. This was an uncommon virtue in Auz's not-so-humble opinion -especially amongst Outlander females in this age and society they had chosen. She had his attention and reverence after such an agreeable performance.

"Vampire; the only way to kill them is to decapitate." She paused. "Amazing weapon, though. What is that thing?"
"A fact I shant soon let slip from mind." Of course! He should have used even more overkill. His studies of the past ages and their many tomes had made mention of the Roman and Tibetan standard operating procedures of removing the heads of any infected creatures they had dealt with. The only thing such a tactic reportedly didn't always work on was the hydra.

Naturally, and in accordance with his native tongue and the religious law governing his people, he read, speculated upon, and made careful mental note of the way Cora looked at the bodies. They, at first, seemed to unnerve her -especially the male corpse which the vampire had partaken the life river from. When Cora looked at him and was suddenly stripped of the power and purpose that had finally reentered her, he whispered a chuckle carried away on the cold wind; a Grinch of a grin spreading the corners of his lips and raising the flesh around his nostrils and over his cheek bones. He knew it must be the contact lenses, which he then carefully removed and placed in their small, cylindrical, solution-filled container.

Auz took a knee, resting a hand closing into a fist upon the fallen snow. As with his bow from earlier, his eyes never left Cora's, though. "It would seem that now we are even; had you not intervened on my behalf in the second round, I, too, would likely have met my end here this day. Many thanks, lavish and fair Outlanderess. Before we endeavor to intercourse upon this matter and the constitution of my hardware, let us introductions make. I am Lord Auzdein von Schäfer. How might I address the swift and able lady?"

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by Coraline Revelle at February 16 Wednesday 11:42 pm EST

The unnatural appearance gave an unthreatening laugh before it reached for its white eyes. Suddenly Cora’s fear transformed into instant embarrassment. Contacts, she thought with a sigh. Taking the steps forward that she had moved back with, she approached him with a small yet embarrassed grin as her eyes glanced down to the ground slightly.

The stranger who had bowed to her at first meeting, now greeted her again and introduced himself as a “Lord”. Enthralled by his dated, yet elegant language, Cora stared. The last syllable of his last question left a breath and a pause between them. Finding her words she introduced herself, his formality having its influence on her, she gave herself without thought by her full name “I’m Coraline Revelle…from Paris,” she added, to answer any questions on her accent. “I suppose that’s true. I like to think that I would have killed that thing, if you had not have come. I’ve actually never come across a Vampire before. I didn’t used to walk through the park in the dark hours of the night. But thank you, very much…sir…Lord Auzdein." She paused, searching her mind for the rest of his foreign name “Von Schafer. May I ask where you are from?” she spoke gently and with delicacy, her breath carried forward like smoke in the frigid cold.

The formality was a surprise to her after the brutality of a kill, yet she did not want to appear any less than him. Coming from wealth and gentry herself, she would not want to disappoint her father. Her father; the remembrance of such a person sent her mind to a lost and empty place surrounded by guilt. Her father and mother, whom she had abandoned, and without whom she was left with nothing and had nothing at all to lose.

Not realizing that blood was smeared across her hand, she reached for her forehead, whipping her hair to the side and leaving behind three finger-length trails of blood. The blood traipsed across her soft, pale skin; the innocence in her eyes, clearly deceiving. Looking down at her hand, she sighed. Unmoved, she lowered herself to the ground whipping the rest of the blood into the snow. She was not an accustomed renegade killer. Though well trained in combat, she was used to a team of Zombie assassins who, when needed would clear any murderous tracks they may leave behind.

Looking into Lord Auzdein’s eye’s she rose herself, and suddenly felt vulnerable, realizing that he had been reading her the whole time, as she read him, wondering what had brought him here. Had he suffered, like she had? Or was killing a simple pleasure for him? She wondered but not dare ask. Licking her wintered and chapped lips, she looked away, again at the bodies. “What a sight,” she stated, yet her voice did not indicate surprise. The gruesome sight sent a message instantly to her still damaged mind to run. Looking quickly back to Auzdein, she blurted the words "I've got to go," hoping the intriguing man would follow her she walked in the other direction, and not the direction she had come from. Stepping in a pool of blood as she passed the bodies she trailed the dark act behind her yet again in blood red footprints.

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by Auzdein von Himmler at February 17 Thursday 1:45 am EST

Auz couldn’t help but let a tickled grin slowly creep onto his face, one side and dimple at a time. Success; the desired effect had been achieved. Pleased that she was able to see the humor even in situations immediately following death-defying ones, he decided to give this Outlander a little more of his time in trial. “Lady Revelle,” he repeated her name in acknowledgement, letting it flow forth in his proper English accent.

“May I ask.. where you are from?”

He was already thrilled that she had sense and formal education enough to know and make use of the very stark difference between “can” and “may”. Attention to detail, and a strong work ethic; striving for excellence in everyone one did, were hallmarks he swore by and insisted upon. Cora had just earned more still of his time. Thereby came his response to her home city of claim, “Cela, vous pouvez. Je grêle du Terrain de Reine Maud dans Antarktis, autrement connu comme Neuschwabenland.” His accent was now remarkably Français, even with the spattering of Deutsch names.

Auz caught the sight of a shifting and declining mood and spirit in her eyes. She was daydreaming. Both her thoughts (though he had no way of bearing witness to them at this time) would later prove accurate; he had both suffered and enjoyed killing as a simple pleasure. Becoming cognizant of such would depend upon their intercourse, though. When her tongue moved to wet chilled, drying lips, his eyes locked onto it like an eagle’s, and he did not make effort to hide his primal fascination, nor pull and strip it away prematurely; he let it linger until it sated his ravenous gaze. Now he was daydreaming, and thinking only of how such a thoughtless Outlander action was never but a direct and smoothly subtle beckoning in his homeland; always and only meaning one thing: “Finish licking these lips for me.”

“What a sight.” Her words snapped him out of the physically affectionate fantasy; his ingrained culture once again almost boiling forth. Cora looked back to him, and his eyes, as ever, remained peering non-threateningly yet surgically into hers. "I've got to go."

As she stepped in the blood, absentmindedly apparently, and began to trail it, his expression immediately soured, and he fought the urge to kill her merely for that. ‘Perhaps she is just having ‘one of those days’,’ he tried to calm himself, daring to violate his religious law in playing devil’s advocate for a human. Even though she was a metaphysical one, that didn’t count for much more than a hill of beans if she was inept –even under mortal pressure.

Auz stood, a little nonplussed that he hadn't been bid re-rise by the lady, and paused, finally deciding to cut her some slack and follow. He knew quite a few time-tested ways to abate the aftermath of shock.

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by Coraline Revelle at February 17 Thursday 9:09 pm EST

Nodding to him as she listened intently to her native tongue, she was not quite relieved of her curiosity. Glancing upwards, visibly putting her mind to the test she stated “I don’t know that I’ve heard of that place.” What a strange sounding place he had uttered, almost as strange as the man himself was at first glance. Odd though he might be, she was somehow entranced by his presence and found every subtle word or movement by Auzdein, surprising. And he, she noticed seemed drawn to her, though she was oblivious to which action of hers had caused this. Enthralled as she was, the mere existence of those bodies on the ground, had hung over her like a black cloud. Now briskly fleeing the scene, her mind had captured any rational thought about the present. Instead, she was trapped in the lingering image of the diseased victim.

With each step she took further from the scene, the unknown victim continued to morph itself into something all too familiar. Within a smooth transparent wave, the man had disappeared and every part of Cora’s being was brought into the haunting and looming memory of another victim, another scene of death. The imprint in her fragile mind was now of her sister uttering her last words “Le feu le plus couvert est le plus ardent. Ce n'est pas sans raison. Vous pouvez terminer cette lutte, Coraline. Je t'aime, Coco." (In the coldest flint there is hot fire. This is not without reason. You can finish this fight, Coraline. I love you, Coco.) Her sister had quoted their wise grandfather, called her by her childhood nickname, and placed a heavy responsibility on Cora’s shoulders. She had to find meaning in the meaningless. Yet, before the world had changed she had been neither a killer, nor a saint, but just a girl.

Less than a minute of time had passed before the lost woman saw in her peripheral vision, the red blood she carried with her in each step. Jolted back to reality, she quickly traveled to a nearby tree. In whipping off the remaining blood, she sighed. Then she saw him. Realizing how blatantly amateur and incompetent she must have seemed, she attempted to defend herself. “I’ve just…got a lot of things on my mind. I’m not always as careful as I should be I guess." Looking around, she was clearly distressed. Unable to keep the unwelcome thoughts away, she felt she was going mad. “I don’t know where I’m going,” she said with sudden urgency. That last statement had more meaning than one. With an intake of breath she leaned against the tree and stared at the man who had followed her. Now was not a good time to be having a mental break down, she reminded herself, while remembering that she did not have reason to trust Lord Auzdein.

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"I don’t know where I’m going.”
Auzdein finally let the ghost of a smirk pass 'cross his face. He accepted her words, although they were in the usual Outlander ***-covering format, took in a slow, deep breath, and let it out as an audible rush from his nostrils. Walking up to her, he offered an arm bent at the elbow for her to take if she felt so inclined; its fist being loosely closed. "I know where you're going; you're going for a walk to wherever you feel better." His smile was fatherly, knowing, and compassionate, much like Crocodile Dundee's except without all the sun damage and furrows. "Might I accompany the lady?" His accent was all American again.

Auz had enjoyed his fair share of breakdowns, as well, not to mention witnessing those of many others which were far worse than what he was witnessing here a'front her Ent leaning post. More than anything, sights and recounts of such tickled him, but he scarcely ever let it show even in the slightest.

Regardless of whether she opted to accept his arm and continue their perambulation, he would elaborate upon the location he had given. Most probably hadn't heard of it, either. He figured just hearing a normal, non-threatening, human voice might help with her fight-or-flight aftermath, irrespective of the subject matter.

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by Coraline Revelle at February 10 Thursday 11:21 pm EST

His gesture said more than his words. His chivalrous and friendly inclination differed so strongly from the first impression she had gotten from him. Glancing from his arm, to his face and back again, she placed her hand on his friendly arm and lifted herself from the tree. Appearing this way, as weak, was not a pleasant experience for Cora. Although, accepting this man's arm gave her a sense of sudden and possibly undeserved trust in him.

Looking into his face and putting her intuitive skill to the test, she studied him. He had clearly known war and death, as almost all others she had let into her life. He was strong and wise, but of pure intent, that she was unsure. Did he fight the same battles as she? Realizing that she was staring, she quickly and awkwardly looked away. “What brought you here?” She asked him the question while looking in the opposite direction.

With no time to answer, a small flash of light appeared from the scene they had carelessly left behind. Alongside came the voices “More Bodies. Brutal.”
Interrupting the first officer, another stated “Footprints!”
Before the word was finished leaving the officers mouth or another step was taken, Cora held tighter to Auzdein’s arm and with a flash of speed she had taken them to the very edge of the park, far from where they were. Cringing at her failures, she looked at Auzdein. “They wouldn’t have seen us.” She paused. “What now? We’ve got to go farther. Or… I’ve got to. I don’t want to deal with them.” She sighed and put her head in her hands as she waited for his input. She wasn’t even sure he’d stick around now. She imagined he’d had enough of her by now.

How could she have let this happen? She wasn’t even meant to let others see her power. She hoped with all of her soul that he would not discover who she worked for. If Vacily found out, she’d be done for. How quickly she had let herself become careless with her ability. It was so easy to run when things didn’t go her way that she often forgot to take precautions. “They sure didn’t loose any time in finding us. This city is just so full to the brim. I’ve never seen so many people,” she said in desperation, her eyebrows furrowed alongside a deep frown.

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by Auzdein von Himmler at February 22 Tuesday 12:46 am EST

His knowing, softly faintly smirking expression remained as he watched her size up the situation and look from one of his parts to the other. When she took his offered arm, he rested his other hand over hers to let her feel the familiar, cushioned warmth. Cora stared; his smirk grew a little bit more. She looked away, and he silently chuckled; his lungs contracting a few times to squeeze out the laugh before it made noise.

“What brought you here?”
He was about to give a mysterious answer to get her gears turning; another friendly mind trick to help transition her back out of the shock and into self-control, but the voices of the surprisingly rapid police response caught his attention, too. Before he could spin to face the threat and sprint toward them in the dead space (where the trees broke up their line of sight) until he was in their blind spots and rushing in to trick them into cramping up and blacking out with nothing but Tai Chi motions that never actually touched them, he was comfortably taken along for a blur of a ride.

When they came out of the blur at the edge of Central Park, Auz began to mentally speculate: ‘How the **** did she accelerate me so quickly without harming me? Either she has inertial dampeners built in, or I’m tougher than I thought…’ There was no Commoner reaction with the incalculably annoying and worthless "oh my god" or "wow" statements, nor any obvious follow-up questions which she would, of course, be compelled to clear up later. Auz was seldom, if ever, phased by the extraordinary, other than getting pleasant and arousing chills when things stirred his excitement.

“What now? We’ve got to go farther. Or… I’ve got to. I don’t want to deal with them.”
Auz didn’t have to state the obvious; “No one wants to deal with them.” This was nothing to him; just another very minor, very easy detour in a pleasantly surprising mission (one that had an attractive Outlander). His calming effect would certainly be felt by her at this point, regardless of her stress level. High above them, it even kept the weather milder and clearer than it would be otherwise. Far behind them, it was still potent enough to keep the officers from panicking, sprinting, or calling in their radio report right away. Auz ignored her next comment, almost cutting her off, but calmly and in a casual, quiet voice: “I carry you. Pretend to be drunk. I’m your friend you called, but I was already jogging and therefore didn’t have my car. Nice agility, by the way.” He didn’t use specific terms in public settings; always respecting confidentiality and those, like him, who had been harassed by the “normals” for their abilities.

Auz rested one arm around the small of her back and offered the other in front of him for her to rest one leg up over and then the other. If she went along with it, they could walk around the nearest building and hail a cab, even in a crowd of pedestrians; no problem. Having carried more than his own body weight many times in training and war, one human female would be cake. The weight of his 30-pound, fully loaded flak jacket, and his 10-pound custom carbine, were like feathers to him after so many years of having them as a mandatory second-skin.

Under most other circumstances, he would just pinch the person’s pressure points and let them black out and fall into his carry (never enjoying having to explain himself or wait for the unseasoned to make a decision when seconds counted and freedom was on the line), or just kill them so they couldn’t describe him if they were recovered, but he liked Cora for some reason, and he was curious to find out why.

It then occurred to Auz that if she was able to accelerate anyone she was in contact with, without them feeling anything other than momentary disorientation at the end, her body might be a natural generator of the same energies and fields that his Repulsines facilitated. 'Fascinating...' he thought.

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