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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Oct 21, 2019 1:45:04 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
Damian had been out of work for some time now. He didn't mind it too much. He'd needed a vacation, but he'd have much rather have spent the time somewhere warm and open instead of being self-confined to his home while his injuries healed. Any other time he'd have bounced back without a problem, but two vampires and a group of demons had pushed him past his limits. He'd known from the start that he was outmatched with the vampires. There was no way for him to keep up with their speed, but at the time, his main goal was to keep his ward safe and buy the kid enough time to get help so that others could help put a stop to the intruders. He'd ended up being badly injured after it was all said and done, so the plan had been to wait out his time until help arrived, but that had been a strange night.
Another set of intruders had shown up to take off with a resident demon. Damian probably could have taken the easy way out after the vampire attack and just handed the demon kid over to the group of demons, but he wasn't that type of man. He'd have rathered died that night than cut his loses and live as a coward. The Naga had already been through the ringer, was heavily outnumbers, and help seemed nonexistant. A lot of that fight had been a blur, but somehow they'd made it out alive. So here he was, curled up on the living room floor by the fireplace, the sounds of the crackling embers lulling him to sleep.
A sudden knock on the door made him jolt up, sending lighting through his body, but he shook it off, his snake eyes trained on the door, fangs bared. The naga didn't get many visitors, if any. The last time he'd had a visitor had been three or so years ago when his brother and nephews had been in town. They'd simply been passing through, but they'd dropped in for a few days nonetheless. Damian wasn't much for company, but it had been one of the brother's he was closest to, and therefor hadn't put up much of a fuss. It hadn't crossed his mind in the least that it could possibly be a fellow staff at the door, unlikely but possible all the same. Damian didn't take kindly to unexpected visitors, but considering he'd turned his phone off to retain the peace and quiet of his home, it was probably the only way they could make contact.
"What do you want?" Not a greeting in the least, but Damian wasn't exactly Mr. Sunshine.
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Post by KOLE TALBOT HAINES on Oct 23, 2019 21:41:24 GMT 1
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| It was actually surprisingly easy to find his way out Manson, the guard that had been assigned to watch over him had lowered his guard whilst the leopard snoozed upon a tree branch in the remaining midday sunlight, the height of the available uv rays. Needless to say he had been paying a lot of attention to the guard and as soon as those eyes of his had begun to heavily weigh closed he'd pounced, injuring the man just enough to render him unconscious yet alive. He could have done so much worse. From there he'd entered the forest, intending to go deeper so he could fulfill the need to explore that he was missing with the absence of the guard that usually took him within the woodland.
He was damaged. Hurt. The dumbass overgrown snake had somehow got himself beat up enough that he was stuck within his own home, probably lazing the days away filling his house with cigarette smoke and feeling sorry for himself. It made the cat's whiskers bristle in annoyance and before he knew it he'd found himself at the edge of Manson grounds where the stream ran through the grate at the bottom. The leopard made clambering over the thing seem easy, first climbing a nearby tree, alighting the wall from there and gracefully reaching the ground upon the other side. His injuries from before were long gone by now, so he wasn't inhibited by his body as he made off along the flow of water. He may not be the brightest academically but Kole knows how to listen and he remembers what's important. Damian had a stream in his garden to cool down in. Like he did the lake in summer. So surely if he follows this the scent of snake would reach him eventually.
And if not? Well he might find somebody to harrass and scare the shit out of instead. There are plenty of humans in the local town, some must be stupid enough to venture into the forest at night.
Thankfully for any stray wandering people it was only twenty or so minutes before he caught the familiar scent of the Naga and the cat gave way to the human form he required for decent speech. Not to mention being able to do something like forcing a window or door open. Or even turning a handle for that matter.. He certainly wasn't pathetic enough to scratch at the door like some mewling kit. He wasn't quite shifter enough to be comfortable with banging on his door in the nude either. So the first thing he did was lift some pants from Damian's washing line and then he approached the door, knocking without hesitation.
"I want you to stop being a delicate little wall flower and get your duty negligent ass back to work so I can have a fucking decent outing," he snarled through the closed doorway. There aren't many people that Kole can admit to liking, and whilst he wouldn't ever class Damian as a 'friend' the Naga was better company than most of the people around. He didn't spew bullshit for one thing. "If that isn't possible, petal, then open this damn door so I'm not forced to go through a window and possibly bleed all over your place."
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Oct 24, 2019 2:18:34 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
You've gotta be fucking kidding me.
The last person he expected to knock on his door was a resident. He expected a concerned staff member, a lost hiker, anything but the kid that was on the other side of the wall. Damian immediately had several questions, like who was supposed to be watching Kole while he was away or how did the kid find him? However, at the present moment he was too busy being amused at Kole's words. Damian settled back onto the floor of his living room, the tension easing out of his body now that he knew he wasn't being bothered by a hostile party. Kole was dangerous, no doubt, Damian would never make the mistake of underestimating the leopard, but the grumpy boy seemed more in the mood for scoulding him than maiming him. Damian wasn't in the mood for either, but he'd take the scolding over being maimed for the third time in a short few days.
"It sounds almost as if you miss me, Kole. There's plenty of guards that are capable of taking you out." He gave a low chuckle and moved towards the door. He unlocked it and returned to his spot on the living room floor by the fireplace. "It's open," he added once he was settled. He curled up around himself, resting his arms over one of the many coils that consisted of his body. There was no point in sending Kole away. He didn't think the boy would listen and it was too cold for him to bother replacing windows. "I'm guessing you're not here on a day pass. No one is bold enough to just hand my address out to a resident." Damian didn't have furniture in the living room, so Kole would either have to retrieve a chair from the adjacent kitchen or get comfy on the floor. The Naga shook his head just a bit. "How'd you manage to escape and more importantly, find me?"
He didn't want to think about how disasterous this would all look once Manson managed to track Kole down. It briefly crossed his mind that he could just leave the leopard outside and call security, but Damian didn't want a wannabe swat team on his property. They were bound to scare away all the prey. All of his high ground was suddenly non-existent. That was almost irritating to laugh bitterly, but Damian was doing his best to keep all movements to a bare minimum.
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Post by KOLE TALBOT HAINES on Oct 24, 2019 17:25:17 GMT 1
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| A chuffing sound of disbelief and general irritance left him at the comment of it sounding like he missed Damian. In a way he does. But mostly he misses what the guard provides him, there are others to take over of course but he's a creature of habit, change just rubs him the wrong way entirely. Kole heard movement within and then he was informed the door was open. The blonde wasted no time in entering the house, his pale gaze had no trouble in finding the giant snake man in the room. He was the only thing other than the fire in the entire room. Did he not have a sofa? Or even a bloody cushion to sit on? Kole pursed his lips together a little, his gaze roaming over the coils of Damian's body. He obviously didn't need any. But bloody hell, there's no better way to tell people they aren't welcome by literally offering no sort of seating.
"Love what you've done with the place," he said dryly, he let the door behind him close slowly with a soft click and sniffed the air experimentally. His nose crinkled up a little though and he wandered over to the wall nearest the fireplace to slide down it onto the floor. Being uncomfortable wasn't really something he can be, he could be sat on top of his own mangled legs and be quite content, if he was still conscious of course.
Kole smirked a little when the Naga asked his first question, "believe it or not I do listen to people." He doesn't always seem like he's paying attention, but he is, it's a skill of his, "so you don't have to go and glower at anybody, or scare them with a hissing insult, nobody told me shit. 'Cept your close call with the other side.. What happened, forget to eat your breakfast that day?"
He was a hero, he'd gone above and beyond his duty, blah blah blah. Kole didn't particularly care about what had happened really, he was more annoyed that his own schedule had been changed. He blew a strand of white hair from his forehead at the last question, not particularly wanting to answer because he knew that the resulting response would be either restraint or him getting a swift kick in the ass back to Manson.. They'd find the guard, he'd been bleeding when he'd left him, something would have smelt him. As for how he found Damian.. "You live near a source of water, how many of those do you think there are here? This is England, not some swampland.. I followed my damn nose, you smell pretty distinctive even under all the cigarette smoke."
The leopard leant forward to check his toes for breaks, a regular little routine that Damian had probably seen time and time again after a hunt in the forest. It had to be done, wonkily healed toes were annoying, "what's your issue now anyway? Moping? Or does it hurt?" Not that he'd have any sympathy if he did, in fact Kole sounded bemused at the thought even now. But then he is the type of person to drive his thumb into something somebody complains of hurting. Like a bruise. Or a wound. Pain amuses him because he can't feel it.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Oct 26, 2019 3:16:22 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
The proper response to Kole being a creature of habit would have been, 'Shove your habits where the sun doesn't shine.' That was actually polite compared to some of the other things that Naga would have said. The man really held no regard for the feelings of others. He found feelings to be far too fragile to tiptoe around. If he shattered them to pieces, so be it. Why should he be forced to be considerate when everyone around him was light hearted?
"Thanks," he replied just as dryly. "I hired the best home designer money could buy." His voice dripped with sarcasm. Damian mentally applauded the leopard for closing the door instead of leaving it open as if he lacked some sort of home training. Furniture was overrated, especially when you didn't have guest. Damian liked the open livingroom because it was large enough to fit all eight feet of his naga form without hassle. He didn't like being cramped in his own home. He'd dealt with that before, he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Whether it was in the basement or the living room, he always had a spot to stretch out and get comfortable. And no, he wasn't going to openly offer Kole a chair. That would imply him caring, and Damian was a far cry from caring about the leopard's comfort.
"I didn't doubt it. You may be reckless, but you're not completely stupid. Not all the time anyway." It was kind of hard to roll your eyes as a snake, so he settled for narrowed eyed. "Good for you and your excellent eavesdropping skills. Would you like a reward?" He wouldn't get one. If anything he was going to get some time in solitary for sneaking out. Damian didn't put it past Kole to have hurt someone in his escape. "I almost wish someone would have freely given you information. It would probably motivate me to return to Manson," he said lazily. "I like to think there were many factors that led to the outcome. None of which I care to bore you with." If people were talking, he wasn't going to waste his breath in repeating the story just for Kole's amusement.
"Resourceful too. Aren't you just full of surprises." Damian supposed that moving was out of the question. Kole may have saw the leopard and himself as two different entities, but the kid knew how to put it to good use. "And here I thought I was masking my scent." He was not. Damian supposed there was an upside to being bedridden. He could smoke freely without someone breathing down his neck about designated smoking areas. "You know, most people would simply pick up the phone and call." Not that it would have mattered, he'd turned off his cell. As Kole started into his routine, he uncurled a bit. "All of the above," he answered just to irk the pale eyed male. "Plus, I'm just enjoying a nice little vacation away from Manson. Sorry not sorry that it's cutting into your playtime. Perhaps if you weren't so insufferable someone would be willing to take you out."
His tail raised just enough to motion in the direction of the sliding door. "If it's that big of a deal, go hunt. There's plenty of prey around here. I won't even supervise you, just bring me something back." His jaws opened in a yawn. "By the way, who the hell gave you permission to take my clothes. Next time you decide to ditch Manson, and not on my watch, bring a bookbag or something. I'm not a damn charity, Kole."
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Post by KOLE TALBOT HAINES on Oct 30, 2019 16:55:55 GMT 1
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| Comfort was a far cry from what he wanted in this situation. Kole hadn't come round for a chin wag and a cup of coffee, neither had he come to lounge and get away from his troubles. Actually, other than telling him to get off of his ass (which he's not so sure he's sat on, I mean, does a snake even have an ass to sit on?) and get back to his job. In his opinion Damian certainly doesn't think he deserves a holiday. Kole glanced around the living room, but his gaze just kept coming back to the mythical being just nonchalantly curled up in front of the fire. If Kole cared he'd be a little more fascinated, but he doesn't much, "I'd get your money back," he retorted with just as much sarcasm. The floor was cosy enough, close enough to the fire too that he was sure he'd be getting warmed up. If he got too warm and began to seize.. Well, he was pretty sure Damian would at least roll him back into the cold where he'd be alright. Maybe.
Kole was aware of exactly what was going to happen to him when he ends up returning to Manson, there was no denying that he would be punished for this, he'd accepted that before he'd left the branch he'd been sprawled on just hours before. "Not being bitten or smacked around is a good enough reward," he was assuming that Damian was aching just a little bit too much, either that or the off duty guard actually cared a little more than he let on. He didn't think he was a moron, so that's nice. Truthfully he'd expected the whole situation to blow up in his face, instead the Naga looked a little irked but otherwise comfortable enough with him intruding. But, saying that, Kole isn't the best person to distinguish what people are feeling or thinking, his empathy levels aren't exactly very high. He snorted a little in amusement and shook his head, "nah, nobody would dare, your reputation precedes you as somebody not to piss off. It's piss annoying." Especially when he wants somebody to find Damian to take him out when he's getting impatient and everybody turns him down.
Very annoying.
Damian's irritating sarcasm when it came to compliments he obviously didn't mean barely made Kole so much as twitch, he was daft enough to rise to the bait and snap back at him. Nor stupid enough to believe that the snake meant a single word of it. He grunted a little at the thought that he was masking his scent, there were things like diesel that confused his sense of smell but cigarette smoke was no longer one of them. He probably had Damian to thank for that. "Call? Funny." Like he gets any time to call anybody, or llike anybody would even give him Damian's number if he asked for it. That obviously wasn't going to be happening anytime soon.
"Pathetic," he muttered after looking at the Naga for a few long seconds with visible growing disdain, "my playtime? Those two days you take me out is the only reprieve I have in that hell hole of a place. And the other guards? They're a pain in the fucking ass, asking me how I'm feeling, asking me how I'm doing. Just talking shit constantly and it drives me insane. I ain't getting myself locked away because I've clawed up some insufferable idiot." And if Damian is going to start complaining he'll start behaving himself just so the Naga has to take him out more often. That's the only way of getting his own back at the guard that he can think of. He isn't going to risk being crushed by the weight of the Naga's body, he could only guess that he was heavy. Weren't snakes mostly muscle?
"If I come back and smell anybody else from Manson nearby I'll toss whatever I catch through your fucking window," and he means it. Kole isn't stupid enough to think that Damian isn't capable of calling somebody to come and pick him up whilst he's out and distracted.. He glanced over to the door and stood back to his feet with the help of the wall behind him. Not a damn charity.. Fine. Kole was physically a little smaller than Damian, so the pants dropped around his ankles and he stepped out of them, kicked them up into his hands so he could drape them over that lifted tail of his as he passed, "tch, like I own a damn bookbag.."
Shifting again would take a little longer than before, apparently it'd hurt more if he could feel it too, but he was quite lucky in that regard so he simply flipped Damian the middle finger as he walked away, "I'll be back. Don't lock the doors. Or smash. And if there's no prey I'll make you a damn sandwich. Just.. Don't send me back. Not yet." The door opened and he slid through it, closing it behind him. He could play nice. That's not to say he won't bite the Naga if he pisses him off or breaks his trust.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Nov 2, 2019 3:41:37 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
"The steps to getting my money back would involve you mauling someone, and I've had enough of cleaning up your messes," he hissed. Despite Kole being one of his assigned wards, the Naga didn't really care to babysit the kid. Kole was just an excuse to escape from the hustle and bustle into the forest for a little bit without interruption. Besides, Kole knew himself better than anyone else. So if the guy did start seizing on the floor, Damian would more than likely just leave him there for being stupid and call Manson to come pick him up. Couldn't do much fighting if you weren't in control of your body, now could you?
His gaze landed on the shifter. "Hmm? Now there's a thought. I could smack you around, but it wouldn't be as satisfying. You can't feel it." He then grinned, or as much as one could in full Naga form. "Biting you wouldn't achieve anything else. You'd just die. And once again, you still wouldn't feel it." He gave a small sigh. "Physical punishment isn't any good in your case." If he broke certain bones that prevented Kole from walking, that might be worth it, but Kole was right, he was in no position to be overly aggressive right now. Damian was far from being comfortable with Kole being in his home, but there wasn't anything he could really do about it unless he sent the kid away. His phone was in a different room of the house and Kole would be him there. The hallway wasn't wide enough for him to fit in this form. He'd have to shift and Damian knew that Kole could easily overpower him. He had no intention of taking yet another beating so soon after the previous one. Not without a guarantee that he'd win. Now, it did occur to him that he could just knock the kid unconscious, but he had enough insufferable residents to deal with. Caro and Phobia or Peter or whatever the hell he was being called these days were inconsolable. Kole was the best resident he guarded when compared with the other two.
"Annoying for you, convenient for me. Suck it up buttercup." He wasn't going to change his ways just so Kole could get in touch with him on a whim. Damian was already grumpy, it'd only get worse if someone was constantly nagging him about taking the leopard out. He detested needy people. Damian gave a slight nod when Kole said his joke had been funny. "I thought so." He gave the boy a deadpan look as he complained about his two days being a reprieve and how the other guards wanted to be therapeutic on his outings. "If you'd have managed to be a bit more patient and stayed at Manson, I might have changed your two days to three. But seeing as though you've decided to take an extended nature walk, I guess you'll just be stuck. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts." He had honestly been considering it. Damian hadn't gotten many bad reports. Yeah, there'd been that incident with Monroe, Edwards, and some new feline resident, but whatever. The events had been scattered. Damian wasn't completely blind to progress, even if he acted like it.
Damian raised up just enough to glare at Kole as he threatened to throw his kill through a window. "You won't have to worry about Manson taking you back," he hissed. He was willing to risk it all if Kole decided to follow through. The Naga watched the boy stand, frowning as his pants were placed on his tail. As quickly as it had been placed, they were now across the room. They were a decent pair, far too decent to end up in the fire. "Invest in one," he snapped. There was probably one laying around in his closet, but he wasn't about to just give it up to some smart mouthed little brat like Kole. Damian's tail hit the floor as Kole flipped him off. The wood was thick and underneath was concrete, so it didn't splinter. If he hadn't been concerned about replacing it, he might have hit it harder. "Fuck you Kole," he said before the door shut.
Damian remained curled up on the floor several moments after Kole had exited his cabin. When he was sure the wereleopard was gone he shifted and walked across the hardwood floors, down the hallway and into his bedroom, using the wall for support. Damian usually healed pretty fast, but things were different this go around. He'd have jokingly stated he was getting old if he had a sense of humor. Most of the vampire injuries had healed, except for the ones where they'd quite literally tore into him. "Fucking animals," he muttered under his breath as he pulled open his closet door and grabbed himself a pair of jogging pants and a loose fitting t-shirt. The wounds the demons had caused were healing much slower, almost human slow. They hurt, but Damian wasn't one to whine. He'd just done what the medical staff had instructed him to do after he'd insisted rather aggressively that they piss off. Get some rest. The blue eyed male was used to getting into fights and coming out with battle scars. He didn't need a bunch of know it alls to fuss over him.
He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. More scars. Some people thought their bodies to be a temple, but Damian's was more like a canvas, a canvas that someone had gotten enraged about and taken a knife to it one too many times to ease their frustration. He shook his head and slipped his shirt on before he headed to the nightstand and got his phone out of the drawer. He plopped down on the bed as he waited for it to turn on. It didn't take him long to scroll through his contacts and find the Secure Facility number. 'Just... Don't send me back. Not yet.' Damian clicked his tongue again the roof of his mouth and then sunk his fangs into his lips until the pressure drew the slightest bit of blood. "Damn it all to hell," he swore. He turned the phone back off and tossed it into the drawer. "Stupid brat."
The Naga didn't give a damn about Kole not wanting to go back. The kid wasn't even supposed to be off the grounds. He was a danger to himself and everyone else. His pupils had turned to snake slits swimming in ice blue. "I'm no better than that damned dragon at this rate." He stood up slowly, making his way to the dresser and pulling out a pair of shorts he didn't care for and a tattered shirt. "When did I fall so low?" The guard made his way back to the living room but didn't stop until he was in the kitchen so he could sit in a chair. There was no chance in hell that he would get back off the floor in this form. Damian tossed the clothes on the counter and rested his head on the cool surface. "Everyone's becoming a real thorn in my side." He was getting sick of it.
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Post by KOLE TALBOT HAINES on Nov 17, 2019 13:19:25 GMT 1
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| His response to Damian having to clean up his messes was nothing more than a lazy little grin but he didn't look at the Naga whilst the expression crossed his face. Really, in his own opinion he didn't think that the guard really cleaned up any of his messes, he just seemed to shrug and blame others for his actions. He did have a point though. The two major incidences in recent times could have been prevented if the 'victims' hadn't been so damn stupid. Daisy got maimed for wandering the grounds during a full moon and Ana, well she should have left the past buried in the past. He's not even slightly ashamed of what he'd tried to do to her.
Kole made a slightly annoyed sound at the whole 'you won't feel anything' thing, his gaze returning to the oversized snake man with slight irritation in his eyes. True, physical punishment isn't the same for him as it is for others, pain is usually the motivator for those types of thing and he can't feel it. There's usually a different fear there for him though, "I could be dying and be blissfully unaware. Whilst there are worse ways to go there's always that thought in the back of the mind that I don't know, that my organs could be melting from some supernatural flesh melting poison or something." The fear was one that he's managed to push more to the back of his mind over the last few years.
He's killed enough people to make him believe that he deserves death so it doesn't really matter if he keels over. "What's your venom do anyway? Like, how bad is it supposed to hurt?" He kind of wanted to see him bite somebody. Morbid curiosity.
Kole had nothing to say about maybe having an extra day to have been taken out.. What could he say? He wasn't going to beg Damian to reconsider because it was obvious that his mind had probably been made up. Instead he just continued walking towards the door, chuckling to himself after he'd closed the thing on a still audible 'fuck you Kole'. The Were was pretty sure whatever would happen would happen and he'd deal with it as it happened.. Fingers crossed he didn't call Manson, but if he did there wasnt much that he'd be able to do about it. He knew he'd be going back eventually. Honestly he hadn't even thought about escaping anyway, he'd just taken the opportunity to come and tell his guard what a pathetic little pansy he was being.
Mission accomplished there.
Now he just had to prove himself useful so he doesn't end up being dragged back before he feels like he's stretched his legs satisfactorily. But then he could quite easily run until his feet are nothing but stubs and still feel like he needs to keep going. A therapist had told him he keeps trying to run from himself, whatever the hell that means. He shook his head and ran a pale hand through paler hair before he knelt down with a small thump onto the floor, hands meeting the slightly damp grass moments later as he let the leopard just take over, the shift coming over him easier than most bitten were's because the fear of the pain it'd usually cause others just wasn't there to hold him back.
The area around his house was quite untamed and Kole found it more than easy to catch the scent of prey on the air after just a few minutes trekking through the trees. Dumb, stupid animals with no predators around, at least the deer that breed and live within Mansons walls are aware of the threats to their lives. The young doe that Kole pounced upon and sank his teeth into hadn't expected it in the slightest, it was almost sad how easy it was, but neither the cat nor Kole cared too much about that once his mouth flooded with blood and he rode the lighter animal to the ground whilst it's small herd fled into the distance. He kept hold of the carcass until he was certain it was dead and only then did he release it long enough to lick his own muzzle.. Step one, complete.
Kole was panting when he finally pulled the body of the deer into Damian's back yard, he'd sustained a few scrapes and scratches even through his fur but nothing that would hinder him in the slightest. He was tired though, he couldn't deny that, but he still managed to drag the deer onto the patio before hunching over and allowing himself to slowly shift back to the more delicate human skin he favoured. It took longer than usual, he isn't used to changing so often in a day but when he opened his eyes to find his fingers clenched before his face he pushed himself up to his knees and glanced at the sliding door, rapping his knuckles upon the glass before he slid it open just enough to crawl through and get unceremoniously to his feet.
"There ain't no literal dinner bell, but ding ding." He glanced around the now empty living space with a small frown, his nose was mostly full of the scent of fresh prey and Damian's scent was everywhere. He wasn't going to sniff him down, so instead he padded over to the fireplace and crouched down to hold his fingers in front of the flames, rubbing those hands together moments later just to try and get them to stop looking so purple, "you got a thermometer?" He called out a few moments later. He doesn't have the electronic one he usually has on him, it's in his clothes. Back in Manson, "or any concept of what a fever feels like on somebody else?" He can't imagine Damian willingly touching many people but it never hurts to ask. And he had to check..
It seems that there wasn't anybody else here though, that was good. That made him respect the naga a little bit more, not that he thought Damian would cae about earning his respect, hence why he didn't point anything out.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Nov 20, 2019 16:14:33 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
Had he hit a nerve? Damian looked at the leopard, his expression placid. As Kole spoke, Damian found himself surprised that the boy didn't just huff and tell him off. Instead, Kole gave him an explanation. There were two ways of going about responding to this, three if he decided to not respond at all. In Damian's head that brief exchange of information instead of insults made him wonder if Kole was 'opening up to him' as the counselors like to put it. He spent enough time totting residents back and forth to the counseling wing to know as much. Most times he tuned it out, but occasionally he'd listen to what the residents were saying if only to figure out a way to keep them from losing their heads. Things like being allowed to swim every so often, music lessons, extra servings in the canteen, avoiding certain individuals and staff, or things that would trigger them in general. Damian was an ass, without a doubt, and most of the things he did convenience him above all else, but by listening he not only saved himself trouble but kept the staff and residents safe while doing it. There was a method to his madness, even if most couldn't see it.
"People die." That was fact. Immortals lived forever, semi-immortal like himself had a much longer life span, but that didn't stop people from dying. "You can spend your entire life feeling pain and die of something unnatural like being run down by a car or a properly placed bullet. You don't expect it. You don't feel it. One moment you're there, the next you're gone." He paused. "No one really anticipates death unless they're terminally ill." In short, he supposed he was telling Kole to stop wasting his time worrying about the inevitable. Everyone dies eventually.
A laugh escaped the older male as Kole inquired about his venom. "It kills," he answered plainly. "Very quickly, very painfully, very effective. It varies depending on the person's tolerance, what form I'm in, and how much venom I'm pumping. Either way, it's the same as a typical cobra." He didn't mind talking about it. He kept his fangs tucked away ninety percent of the time anyway, minus when he was in this form or at home. "Generally it shuts down the nervous system, cardiovascular, and respiratory system. In my human skin it's less potent, not nearly as painful but painful nonetheless. Most people fall into a coma and then die." He looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "In comparison, I'd say it'd be similar to injecting liquid fire into your veins." For Damian, it just tasted bitter.
Damian lifted his head when he heard something knocking on the living room door. Must be Kole. If it was anyone else they were in for a rude awakening. Damian didn't like unwelcomed visitors. He felt a cold draft blow through the house as someone opened the door. He sniffed the air. Kole. He actually smiled as the kid spoke. Ding ding. He got to his feet, grabbing the clothes off the counter and made his way into the living room to find the leopard by the fireplace. He walked across the room and placed the back of his hand against Kole's forehead. "You're fine, but I'd have nursed you back to health if not." He patted Kole's cheek twice and walked towards the glass door, dropping the clothes on the edge of the fireplace as he passed by. "Put those on so you can stay warm." Damian wasn't a fan of nudity.
He looked at the doe. The scent of fresh kill made his mouth water. When was the last time he'd had a decent meal? He could sustain himself off of normal food, but the fact remained that this was just a skin and he truly needed much more to fill him than a simple steak or hamburger. "Thanks." He wanted to eat now, but he was in a similiar position as Kole. Shifting constantly while injured hurt. He was willing to bet he'd tore some stitches as it was. Any other time, he could shed this skin and return to it without a care in the world.
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Post by KOLE TALBOT HAINES on Nov 27, 2019 17:30:18 GMT 1
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Manson was his home. As sad as that is he was quite possibly one of the few high level residents who would rather stay within the walls than attempt escape.
But, if he ever really wanted it all to end, at least he now had a pretty good way of doing it. Like Damian said, he wouldn't feel anything anyway and and wasn't the cariovascular system something to do with the heart? Cardio usually meant heart. If that was stopped then he'd pretty much just feel like he was switching off to sleep. The leopard is hardly suicidal, it wasn't on his mind. But it was a way out if needs be, regardless of whether or not Damian would be willing it kind of made him feel better to know he wouldn't have to do anything stupidly dramatic to switch everything off. Other than try and kill his guard.. But it'd be a halfhearted attempt ended with a thanks. But, he's certainly not suicidal. He just likes to know what his options are.
Kole looked less than impressed by the pat on his cheek and if he had any less control he would have snapped at the Naga. Instead he just momentarily glared before his lips quirked up into a little smirk, "something tells me your bedside manner would leave a lot to be desired," and he seriously doubted that the man would do anything other than put a cold flannel on his head. Which would be more than he expects actually. Kole's smirk never left when Damian walked away, he'd given him some clothing, why did that make him feel like he'd won in some small way? He reached for the clothing and made a quick effort of pulling the shorts up and into place, he wasn't particularly fond of nudity either and would always choose to be clothed rather than nude. So he was grateful. Not grateful enough to say anything though.
"You're not going to unhinge your jaw and swallow that down in this form, are you?" He asked as he padded over on bare feet to look out of the sliding door. His head popped out of the neck of the shirt as he came up beside him and he sniffed the neck of the shirt. It smelt clean but there was something on the air that didn't quite fit, that was a little more heady. More like the doe than the musty stink of snake, but, "are you bleeding?" He asked suddenly and cocked an eyebrow, "can't you just heal already? At this rate I'll be wheeling you out for those three outings. Or you'll get yourself killed off by some runt on four legs."
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Dec 9, 2019 0:04:59 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
It wasn't that Damian believed Kole to be lacking and understanding of death, he was simply reiterating it. The leopard was after all labeled a killer. Damian had read his file. He'd have claimed it to be some sad story if he actually cared. Shit happened. That was his motto. The blue eyed snake would have called Kole pathetic if he knew what thoughts were going through the kid's mind. Harsh words were never filtered when it came to Damian. He spoke the truth and if you didn't like it then you shouldn't have put yourself in a position to hear it. He could be a cold bastard, but wasn't honesty better than lies on top of lies. What good did lying do you. It merely sparred you from a reality that you were to confront one way or the other. There was no hiding from the truth.
If Kole had asked him to put him out of his memory, Damian would have promptly answered with a no. He wasn't willing to take the life of someone just because they needed a quick escape. Running was just as bad as lying to yourself. Damian didn't have the caring capacity to show mercy to those in need. And if there was a time where Kole attacked him to the point where he had to bare his fangs, it would be in anger and not to strike. And if somehow by accident he pricked the brat, then he'd drag his ass to the dragon and offer up an anti-venom just as willingly as he had with the harpy. His fangs, albeit deadly, were used for killing prey and enemies, not bad tempered baby leopards.
"Glare all you want, it'll only tempt me to do it again," he taunted. He gave a low chuckle. "You'd be amazed at my bedside manners. I just don't like you or anyone else enough to give it my all." Damian could be a gentleman if given the right oppurtunity, but no one was deserving of the man he could be. He silently debated on whether he wanted his meal to be cold or not, because if he left it in that weather for much longer it would be. He could always tear off a few handfuls and make himself a sandwhich, the idea was courtesy of Kole. He had to eat after all. Raw food didn't bother Damian in the least. He prefferred a lot of things raw, because cooked meals were not a necessity, nor were veggies and fruits.
The Naga gave Kole a sideways glance. "If I unhinge my jaw I'll probably be making another trip to the hospital." This was just a skin, but in order to do anything overly flexible he'd have to shed it. Damian had seen some species that could dislocate their jaw without a problem and swallow things whole. There was nothing fascinating about it in his opinion. He'd seen a lot of things over the years, but that was one thing he found disturbing. Things that looked human shouldn't be capable of such things. That was just his opinion. The looked back out the window when Kole finished getting his clothes on properly. The kid had clearly hunted without injury. He couldn't hear the grinding of broken bone or smell blood that didn't belong to the deer. It was in the tail end of that thought that he the leopard brought up his own blood scent. Damian shrugged. "Tore my stitches while shifting," he answered plainly. He gave a huff and opened the glass door and stepped outside. "If I could, I would." He pointed at the light haired male. "Are you referring to yourself as a four legged runt?" Damian might have been injured, but he still had insults for days.
"Just how long do you plan on stickering around anyway?" He hadn't called Manson to pick the escaped resident up, so he figured he might as well get a timeline on how long Kole would be here. If it was too long he was going to kick the kid's ass out of his house, but he was willing to let him stay for a short few hours. He had hunted for him after all.
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