Rowan on the Wing (rowanonthwing) wrote in downfallrpg, @ 2010-05-15 23:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2015-09-05, rowan, rowan and terry, terry |
Let's Try This Again
Who: Rowan and Terry
Where: Wherever Terry might be!
When: Late afternoon
After checking in with Liah and the kids, getting his back rebandaged-- Liah was not very happy with him, though the hug he'd gotten from her had almost made up for the semi-panicked lecturing-- Rowan bounded back down the stairs on leftover adrenaline and the thrill of maybe-- maybe-- having a clue about the rest of their whereabouts. At least he could say his excursion had born a little fruit, even if they hadn't been able to find them, directly.
He wandered the fourth floor briefly, trying to remember the room number, but then gave up and headed down to the first floor, looking for Terry. He'd pretty much forgotten their not-quite-shouting-match from the night before, much more interested in what had happened since.
Terry was on his way upstairs from the basement, dirt under his nails and a broom and dustpan combo in one hand. He had his hair pulled back, a scowl set deep into his eyes and the look of a man without any patience. He closed the door to the basement behind him and turned to head for the supply closet down the hall, intending on storing the broom and then heading upstairs. He needed to check in on Landon and Catie, who were not doing well so far. It was disheartening, seeing them laying there, suffering while there was literally nothing to be done for them.
Rowan caught him halfway to the storage room, relieved not to have to tramp all over the building to track him down. Even though he'd technically already done that. He picked up to a jog to come up behind him, though the jog only lasted a few paces, because it hurt. "Hey! Hey, Terry." His tone, at least, wasn't as aggressive as last time-- nor his expression. What he looked, it anything, was a mixture of tired and eager, and a little pained, because ow. No more running with his back like that.
Having heard the footsteps coming, Terry stopped to turn when he was spoken to, eyes already slightly narrowed. He was apprehensive of talking to Rowan again so soon, especially considering the circumstances. This was one of the last people he'd imagined would willingly come talk to him right now, too. "What's up?" he asked, his own expression wary and vaguely detached. He was feeling a little jaded today, not in the mood for games or small-talk.
"We got to the mall," Rowan said, without preamble, and without really registering the look on Terry's face. He figured getting right to the point was just more efficient. That, and he was probably a bit too tired and distracted to think about anything else, really, to talk about. "Me and Liah. She took Verity's bike, and stuff. You'll never guess what happened." And yet, of course, like a teenager, he paused there before actually saying what happened. He didn't really mean to, he just fully expected the equally teenager-y response of asking what happened.
They went to the mall... Terry sighed visibly, his shoulders lifting as his chest expanded - a pause, and then the exhale. He blinked once and watched Rowan, listening quietly beyond the point when Rowan had finished speaking. He waited... and then when the response didn't come immediately, Terry lifted his brow. "Okay?" It was a prompt, and he waited, his tongue traveling along the back of his teeth.
Since Rowan had explicitly told Terry he was going to the mall, looking for Verity, the day before, he didn't see anything sigh-worthy about it, but he didn't comment. Instead, he just continued readily after the prompt: "There were more monsters there than you would believe. I mean, not at the mall, but as soon as we got there? We got fuckin' swarmed, man." He puffed up a little, and added, "Kinda like you were at that grocery store. I think it was somebody's power. The same somebody." Yeah, it'd taken a while to come to that conclusion, but he'd had a lot of flying and dodging and shooting at things, during which to think about it. Not to mention the more tired trip home and the doctoring afterwards.
"Good to know," Terry answered, considering the information Rowan had provided. It was useful, knowing where those people were hiding out. The missing group of people was probably there, waiting to be found. "Thanks for the information, Rowan." He turned away, intending on heading back upstairs. He would have to call a meeting to have this discussed. Unless the younger man had anything else useful to say, Terry wasn't intending on sticking around any longer. "I'll call a meeting for the morning. We'll get this taken care of, however the hell we have to."
Since Rowan was heading back upstairs, too, he went with him-- probably to Terry's annoyance. "So you think the guys're there, too, then?" he asked, wings spread open behind him, stretched out straight so they weren't in the way. "That's what I was thinking. If they went there, and there weren't no signs of there being a fight and them getting--" He broke off, a little horrified by the idea of Verity getting eaten, then hurried to finish, "--gettin' in trouble. Maybe they're inside, still."
Terry glanced to Rowan as the younger man followed him, not saying anything right away. He didn't mind being followed, he supposed. "Probably," he answered. "It's probably very likely that they were at least captured there, if not being held there. It's something we're just going to have to find out." Two people leaving of their own paled in comparison to a group of four being abducted out of no where. And then there were the two sick people they had upstairs, barely living...
"Got any idea what we might do?" Rowan asked. "I mean, would we send somebody else? Or just... talk about it?" He wasn't judging, exactly, more like he was eager to get backup so he could get to work on getting his friend out again. That, and he really had no idea what else they could do. You either did something, or you talked about it and did nothing. Rowan was all for doing something.
Terry glanced to Rowan, taking in a deep breath to settle his nerves. "We'll send out another rescue team. Bigger this time. Armed with more weapons. And we'll be prepared this time." He seemed set in the decision to get the rest of their people back. "I don't care if I don't come back, but those people are. Jasmine, Keith and Verity have no business being out there at all. If we don't get them back... I don't really want to think about it."
That just about won Terry back into Rowan's good graces-- not that he'd been consciously holding him in bad graces, at the moment-- and he grinned, albeit tiredly. "Count me in, man. At least whatever I can do. When's your meeting gonna be, you think? I'll make sure to be there. Liah, too." Though he might suggest Liah stay home this time, as long as she seemed like she'd be willing to, before he asked. She hadn't seemed happy about being out and about, to Rowan-- though that could've been just the whole... being attacked thing, too.
"Okay," Terry answered, not even anywhere near ready to fight with Rowan about it. The younger man would be useful. He was smart and quick, if a bit temperamental. "The meeting will be tomorrow morning. We'll get all of this sorted out... who's going to go and what we're doing. Someone will need to watch the kids if you're going, though. Maybe Liah?" Terry looked to Rowan, and then back to the stairs as they climbed together.
"Yeah," Rowan agreed, making a little face. "Think I prob'ly took her a bit too far on her first time out of the building in a week... she seemed a little freaked. Especially, you know, when the monsters attacked." He was just glad she was okay, honestly. All he wanted was for her to be okay, and stay okay. "So yeah, she can stay here. She'd probably be glad of the excuse."
"Good," Terry answered. "That seems like the smartest plan, for her sake." Terry stopped when they reached the floor he was on, glancing down the hall to his room. "This is where I get off. You need anything else before I go...? I'm in need of some sleep if it's at all possible."
"Naw, I'm good. You sleep, and shit." Rowan stopped, too, flicked his still mostly-open wings more out of a need to keep them moving and not folded than anything else, and offered the guy a hand, to shake. "I'll see you in the morning, I guess, then."
Terry eyed the hand a brief second before reaching it, as though he hadn't quite been sure what to make of it right away. He gave Rowan a firm but friendly grip, took in a slow breath before shaking with him. "Morning it is. Bring all the strength you have with you. We're gonna need it."
"Will do," Rowan promised, and gave the guy a good shake, himself, though it was a brief one. He wanted upstairs to tell Liah about everything, and make the kids some dinner. And Terry needed his rest. They all did, so they could be ready for the hell that would break loose tomorrow.