Zania Castell (brokendoll) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-07-06 14:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, vex, vex x zania, zania |
Who: Vex & Zania
Where: Ludlow Lane
When: Afternoon, Tuesday, October 31
Warning: Language?
Status: Complete
It had taken a few trips to the hardware store to get everything they needed for a proper cage and then a few trips back and forth from the car to get it all into their basement. Lem helped as long as it was interesting but honestly it was only interesting for the first half an hour or so and then it was just more of the same. Welding and more welding. It got really hot down there so Vex started welding some of the pieces together out in the yard. Music was blaring from the travel stereo he'd brought outside, something to surely piss off the neighbors if one of them didn't happen to be right there helping him. Hard techno music to work to, it kept Vex focused and cheerful so there was that. He was bouncing a little as he worked, looking forward to Lem bringing them back food from Moxie's later on like she'd promised. "This'll fucking hold," he growled in the brief silence that followed a pause in the song before the beat started again, hard and fast. He raised his mask and grinned at Zania. "But will it hold a fucking wolf?" he yelled.
This wasn’t the kind of project Zania would’ve normally taken on, but she was down for the task. The heat didn’t bother her, in fact it made the cold night air bearable, and she worked in just a take top and yoga pants, with her dreadlocks pulled back for safety and glasses on to protect her eyes. She might be good with fire, but she didn’t want to her hair to fry. Unlike Vex, she didn’t use a welding gun. Zania harnessed her own fire with precision, working alongside Vex as his music blared. “I think it should. When we’re done, I can bounce something around inside if you want.” The first object that came to mind was the lawnmower, but she kind of needed that. She was sure they could find something else that would work.
Vex thought for a second that she could bounce him around inside that cage but then that wouldn't really test the cage's strength as much as it would his flesh-suit's durability. He was no werewolf. "You should do that when Lem is here, she'd love that," he yelled back, narrowing his eye as he looked at his work. They'd put the larger pieces together in the basement but so far the smaller ones were coming along great. He turned down the music, rubbing sweat off his brow as he removed the mask completely, watching Zania for a beat. She was definitely a woman he'd probably fuck if he experienced that kind of attraction to people, he could at least see she was beautiful. Especially when using fire, but then most things looked pretty in fire. "That is so goddamn handy," he muttered, folding his arms over his chest.
Zania snickered and nodded in agreement. She would be sure to include Lem when they tested the cage. She could see it in her head, what they needed to do to test it, but she just had to find the right kind of object to smash. It wouldn’t be quite the same as having a werewolf in the cage, but it was the best idea she had. How strong were werewolves? Stronger than a normal human, she thought. Zania smiled back at Vex, rolling the fire into a ball in her hands. “I kind of love this. I never have practical reasons to use my fire. I mean, I can warm things and all, and start a fire in the fireplace, but this is really fucking cool, you know? Makes me want to melt things down more often.”
"You can make art out of metal," Vex said. "Great big fuck-off sculptures." He gave her a lopsided grin. "Or glass work." He could think of a few things to do with fire for fun and melting things was definitely one of them. "You never get burned, do you," he asked then, fascinated. He could get burned. Burned and stabbed and cut and shot - all those things that negatively affected things in the meat realm. It was the price they paid for living here, hurt and slow decay.
“Ooooo, glass work would be fun,” Zania grinned, liking that idea. She was sure there was some formal technique involved, but the heat wouldn’t bother her and she had good control over it. “Nope! Fire can’t hurt me. Smoke still can, and pretty much everything else, but burning me at the stake would be ineffective,” she laughed. It was kind of a nice feeling, even if she knew that, if it came to that, they’d find a way to kill her. She was by no means indestructible.
"That is just cool," Vex muttered. "I bet werewolves are afraid of fire, if they're afraid of anything. You could use that on the full moon." He was of course assuming the Castells would be there for the hunt and now that he had more people helping, he felt like there should be an even great number of them. Who though, that was the question. Maybe he ought to be afraid but he wasn't, not at the moment anyway. Just excited, electrified with the thrill of an upcoming hunt.
“So long as we’re not too out in the open,” Zania agreed. She felt safe using it here, in his backyard, when they were the only neighbors that might peek in. If they had to go into town, that would be a different matter entirely. She’d have the most control with fire, but it would probably be a good idea to have a physical weapon. “Do you have a plan for the full moon? Like, logistically?”
"We try to lure it here," Vex replied. "Use your wolfsbane to slow it down, hit it with a ton of tranqs and try to get it alive and in that basement. If that fails, we kill it." The one part of the plan that might absolutely go wrong was the luring. How much blood would it take? "If it doesn't show then there's always next month. Time's unimportant." Yes, not catching it this full moon might mean more bloodshed but that wouldn't be on their hands. They were trying, damn it.
Zania nodded, but it seemed haphazard. She would have felt better if she had a proper lure for them, a spell that was guaranteed to bring all the werewolves within X number of miles. Of course, that would be a death wish, too. It could lure the good werewolves out of their cages, or bring in a pack that they couldn’t handle. Did they have packs? That felt like movie-lore, rather than real. “What about after? The next morning, when you have a human in your cage?”
"I was a cop, I'm used people in cages," Vex muttered as that next morning thing was very much a later-time problem. Everything was too uncertain at the moment, they might not see a werewolf, they might not capture it alive, they might not capture it at all. If it got to a point where they had to worry about a human in their cage that meant things had gone well. "Don't worry, Zania, I won't let you get in trouble over that."
Zania shot him a smile, relaxing a little internally. She hadn’t had a lot of time to worry about it, but things could get complicated once they had a caged human in their house. She wanted to help, but she also knew they had to be careful. “If something goes wrong and you need to hide the cage, let us know. Nic’s got some tricks that can make things disappear if the cops come knocking.” Which it was kind of weird to tell a former cop, but Vex seemed so far from that it was hard to believe. “How’d you go from cop to this?”
Vex gave her a bit of a blank look at that question, unsure how far he'd really strayed from being a cop. "I'm still a detective," he said. "I just don't have a badge anymore. I like that though, that trick with the cage. Might come in handy. Just make sure I can see it." These witches were becoming more and more useful to them and that was just another piece in the puzzle, another little thing to make him certain they were on the right track.
“I didn’t realize that you were a detective,” Zania said with a little laugh. It made sense, but if she’d been told, then she’d forgotten. For some reason, she hadn’t thought that Vex and Lem worked at all, but they had to do something, didn’t they? Then again, catching a werewolf wasn’t going to pay the bills, so who knew? “I’ll need to think about how to make that work. Usually the only person who can see through glamour is the person who made it, though I knew Nic has altered it a bit for other witches. Mainly me. I’m sure there’s a way to make it work.”
"Detective, werewolf hunter, prophet, whatever you wanna call me," Vex muttered and then he considered the cage again and how to glamor the damn thing without hiding it completely from the non-witches among them - mainly him and Lem. "Something about knowing what's really there. I don't mind walking into a wall if I have certainty it'll yield." Hell, he'd walk into a wall without that certainty if it served a purpose, There weren't a lot of things he wasn't willing to do.
“Something like that could work. A false wall, like they have in cartoons. Like in Scooby Doo,” Zania grinned. That would be fun to design, if it was her thing. He wondered if Nic could rig it like a secret passage, pull the candlestick and the door opened. That was probably a bit silly. He could do something a little more smooth and still serve their purpose. “Sound might be an issue though, if you’ve got someone yelling from within. We could help with that, too.”
"Mm, I've soundproofed the basement," Vex murmured. "But if you have muting magic then that'll be swell." Of course he hoped that whoever it was that carried this curse would listen and understand what was going on - be willing to work with them and not act like they'd just been kidnapped for the hell of it. It made Vex miss his badge, that shiny little thing tended to shut people up. Of course those people weren't waking up in a stranger's basement after a total blackout. It was weird to think that the best case scenario was if the werewolf was just a monster and not a person at all.
“That should probably be enough, but I’ll take a look,” Zania said with a little laugh. “I imagine you’ll need it most on the full moon.” She was definitely hoping that whomever they caught saw logic and wanted to come lock themselves up every full moon. Otherwise… she was letting Vex and Lem handle that. Zania didn’t mind getting her hands dirty, but she didn’t like the idea of putting down a werewolf when it was in human form. That felt a little too much like murder. “I really hope you catch ‘em. It’d be a shame for this cage to go unused.”
"Oh I'm sure we can find some use for it," Vex replied with a dark smile, mostly joking. "My interest lies with catching it before it mows down more little old ladies," he added then. "So I greatly appreciate your help and your brother's. We were led together for this purpose and maybe even a greater one." It would all be revealed in time, the grand plan, mapped out in flesh and veins, highways and rivers, lines and lines splitting only to split again and again. With the aid of the pegasus, Vex knew he'd always pick the right direction when they came to a fork in their road and the Castell twins were just another proof of that.