Evan Vang (artifacthunter) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-10-27 13:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent, evan vang |
Meeting and remeeting (Clark)
Evan didn't know what to think about being on the ship, really. It felt somewhat safer on one hand, but on the other, he was still not completely in control of the wolf, and it made him nervous to be enclosed with so many people.
And Simon.
He didn't particularly like being so close to the fairy with no escape.
He hadn't seen Niks since they'd had their encounter with the old one, and he honestly hadn't tried, she'd seemed more than a little put out by the way that they were acting toward each other, and Evan knew that Simon would be hovering near his newly altered charge, and it was just easier to stay away.
There were other people he wanted to check on, anyway. He wanted to find Jack and make sure she was alright. Mary, Max, and all the others that he'd come to know on this strange journey. Though he did discover that once he figured out what rooms they were in, it was easy to know if they were alright. Mary's scent was actually in two places, and one of them held something else that made Evan ill at ease. He also knew immediately where Mikey was staying, the smell of cat triggering a deep impulse to chase. He discovered another dog-like scent on top of that, which made him curious.
All of that was pushed aside for the moment in the name of food. He'd discovered that the aliens could recreate pretty much everything that he asked for, and perfectly. So he'd been experimenting with various things. Trying to trick them. Asking for alcohol and getting it. Cakes. Obscure dishes he didn't really want to eat, like lamb's brain. All of it came forth through the window.
He was finishing up a meal of various protein when he spotted the guy he'd confronted on the island. Evan stood up, abandoning his food. There was no bruise on his face from the impact of the punch, he'd - somewhat miraculously, he thought - healed that quickly. Somehow, he'd not ended up with the broken jaw that he was sure he should have.
Evan stood in front of the guy, the memory of the fight triggered by the smell of him.