[Log] Monster in the Box! Who: Gin Charlie, Dave Strider When: August 6th Where: The dorms What: Itachi may or may not have been eaten by the monsters. Dave shows his initiative. Gin Charlie is very amused. Warnings: Swearing Open or Closed: Closed Observable: No
Gin Charlie crossed the halls swiftly in the dim, drawing his sword as he left Shisui and Itachi behind. If Itachi had been in his room, and the creatures had been after him, had they gotten to Dave? The boy was usually asleep at this time, the dim hours before dawn. Would Dave have been woken? Or would he be trapped still in sleep and nightmares?
Gin Charlie pushed through the open door of the room and switched on the lights.
“Ow goddammit, Chuck,” Dave yelped, wincing.
Gin Charlie was relieved to see Dave was awake and on his feet, with a sword in hand. He was also standing on a...box. In the middle of the room.
“There were these things. They were fuckin’ in Itachi’s bed, an’ Itachi was goddamn gone, an’ I dunno if they fuckin’ ate him or not but there’s a whole mess of them,” Dave reported, words tumbling out in a rush. He spoke quickly but not with panic, though his drawl was more pronounced than usual.
“Itachi is fine. His cousin is taking him down to the medics - these creatures leave burns. You’re not hurt?” Gin Charlie asked, calmly.
“Nossir. They’re in the box. I think they were sleeping.” Dave pointed down with his sword.
Gin Charlie was not surprised often. This was one of those memorable occasions. “You put them in the box?”
“I rolled them up in the sheet and put them in,” Dave told him, and sounded somewhat proud. Gin Charlie didn’t blame him. It was quick thinking. The boy had the earmarks of a good warrior, young as he was. “But, um, then I didn’t have any string to tie it shut.” Dave grimaced down at the box.
Sheathing his sword, Gin Charlie moved closer and knelt beside the box, placing a hand over the lid. Dave hopped off, sword still in hand, his pale feet bare. His red sneakers were half under the bed. Gin Charlie listened carefully. When there were no noises from the box, he gently lifted the lid. He saw nothing but sheet and lowered it again. He picked the box up and stood.
“I’m taking these to the Scientists. They wanted some live specimens to fuckin’ study, because apparently when you kill the bastards they melt. An’ it’s acidic, biddie, so watch your sword an fuckin’ skin. It’ll burn you worse than their damn hands.”
Dave nodded solemnly. “Okay, so they melt and turn into acid. Fuckin’ awesome. Anything else? They’re damn fast, one got away....”
“Fast an’ tricky as fuck. They’re in the vents.”
Comprehension dawned on Dave’s face. “They making those echoy-scritchy noises?” His drawl was almost gone now, voice controlled and calm again.
“Exactly. And the fuckin’ smell.” Gin Charlie could smell it well, rising from the creatures in the box - a thick musty animal smell, just on the unpleasant side. He turned to leave. “Careful, kid.”
“Aye aye, captain,” Dave drawled, with a heavy dose of sarcasm. Gin Charlie smiled to himself as Dave shut the door behind him. The kid would be alright.