Exercise in Futility - OTA - Backdated to April 24 Dawn

[st_arknaked]

He was deep in the jungle when the warm humidity became cool and crisp and the dark earthy smell suddenly held a hint of salt and sea. Midnight became brighter, the sharp sliver of new moon suddenly large and ripe and more than half way to full.

It disoriented him, the wolf immersed in the hunt and the night and the man deep within who registered the shock and then the anger as he shifted back to human form and recognized where he was. The far outskirts of the world of the inn was dry and spare and seemed neverending until you found yourself dumped back where you began and he knew with the awareness of an animal that where he had been was a long way off.

And so were his pants.

He swore viciously, not sure what made him angrier the loss of a pair of pants or that the other world hadn't afforded him a way home. That it had in fact been a sop, from whoever was holding them here, to make them feel less like prisoners. And that for a short while it had worked.

He wandered the emptiness, then the woods as he worked his way back to the inn, the wolf hunting for... what he didn't know. Restless and pacing like a caged animal more than really searching for anything specific.

Then as dawn broke he found his feet on the well manicured lawn of the inn, shifting back to human form as he made his was wearily to his room.

[ooc: When the other world went away at midnight he got dumped back in the little world of the inn and he's annoyed. He also has no pants. He isn't really concerned by his nudity but please feel free to notice.]

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[st_oriedqueen]

"Hardly Songrun's fault that you went and tore Yasmeen's blouse," she pointed out sharply, then turned on her heel to leave.

Yasmeen's eyebrow lifted at that, but she knew better than to get between Regina and someone she was mad at, cared about, or both. Yet she did take note that it was Regina who'd brought him the pants. Not a minion and not Her Majesty, evil or otherwise. That boded well for Dyson surviving her current pique.

[st_arknaked]

"That was mostly her fault," he was getting annoyed again, mostly because she was so annoyed. Damn it he'd burned off most of his ire.

Yasmeen had sort of instigated the fight, mostly. A little.

[st_oriedqueen]

Regina rolled her eyes, hard, and then flipped her hands over and up. It looked like some obscure enchantress version of flipping him the bird--until purple smoke roiled up from the ground, enclosed her, and when it cleared, she was gone.

Yasmeen waited until she was positive Regina had gone to elbow him in the side and give way to husky laughter. It was like watching a slow motion shipwreck before the crew knew they were fucked.

[st_arknaked]

"Don't start," he growled before giving her a friendly shove as he rose to put on the jeans. He wondered if he should follow Regina, though with that little trick she could be anywhere her scent was still on the air and he knew he could track her down.

But should he. And did he want to.

[captaincorsair]

"No need," Yasmeen observed, and tugged her scarf back down over her ears before anyone else got the wrong idea. "You have the start well in hand." Although Regina appeared to be the one holding the leash.

[st_arknaked]

"There's nothing started," he buttoned the jeans and scowled at Yasmeen before probing his shoulder gently where she's bit him. "I'm going to nee antiseptic."

And likely a body bag if he went after Regina right now, so he wouldn't.