→ for which I have to howl.

[lupa]

Who: GG Giordano, Cliona Donovan
What: They're brought to Baedal together, a reunion somewhat marred by the fact that GG's sanity is apparently due to arrive a while after she does.
Where: An arrival room in the Valhalla Inn.
When: Coardi.
Notes: rrrrrr.
Warnings: Violence, blood, mentions of murder, nudity, probable foul language and discussion of torture. More TBA.

At least he's dead. Some people bring items to Baedal; GG, aside from a pile of dirty, sturdy clothes, brings a chunk of flesh in her teeth; the best part of a man's neck. So: she may be mad, she may be dead, may be captured, may have broken all of her own rules and done something terrible and horrible like she has always always wanted to and she may not regret it at all, but at least he's dead.

--is what GG will think later. Right now, she isn't thinking in words, but in smells and sights and feelings, flashes of instinct which cross paths in her mind and go straight to her paws.

This isn't where she was a moment ago. She took that bite and worried that flesh away, and then she couldn't hear him screaming, was tumbling, and landed- where?

Sight doesn't chime in as much as her other senses do, her hearing and her sense of smell, the fact that it's warmer here, wherever she is, wherever she's locked and whoever's taken her. She can smell people, so many of them, not all of them humans, in and out of this room all day long, their scents fading but distinct, cleaning supplies, she can smell fear and sweat and panic.

Somewhere in the backseat of her brain her rational thoughts are screaming Numen, Crisse, it must be Numen, how--

The wolf can't remember what Numen is, only that a) she is in danger and b) she is not alone.

The faerie smells like the earth after rain, with the scent of unwashed skin and hospitals and chemicals overlaid over that, an ugly mishmash of scents which she can almost see in streaks of orange and grey, sickly colours, on her tongue more than in her nose.

The same human rationale that knows what Numen is is screaming at the wolf, no no no no!

And the wolf, scared, whimpering, snarling, backed into a corner, does not listen- and springs.

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[lupa]

GG wraps her up in her arms, conscious of how thin Clio is- though, she realises darkly, she's not faring much better. Since losing the link with the West End men, the estate has had to resort to raiding and stealing, scavenging what they can for food and other necessities. It's not a good way to live, or an easy way to live- especially not when you need the amount of energy GG does, and when hunger can cause you to just about lose your mind.

"What do you expect me to say- good?" she asks, voice very dry, not letting go of Clio.

Why do they live in a world where only superficial experiments are something to be pleased about? She nearly asks it, but decides against it; there are more important things to be getting on with. For one thing, they may not be in that world at all.

She hangs on for a few more seconds, though, before stepping back, lips pressed together, and giving a brief, terse nod, glancing back at the CiD in her hand and starting to scroll through more of the recent posts, looking at the cuff once more as they load. "Not sure I can break it without taking your wrist with it," she sighs.

[caoineadh]

"No," of course not, Clio might actually have scowled slightly if that had been GG's response, "But it means I'll be alright once I get this iron off and get some rest." At least physically, it might take her a little longer to get back on her feet emotionally, though she's coping for now.

The hug is too short, but Clio is aware she can't indulge in physical comfort right now, not when they're still stuck in this room, so she lets go.

"If only we'd gotten my clothes, there might've been a kilt pin we could've used," An attempt at humor, although it falls a little flat considering the situation. Clio picks up the other CiD and starts looking through the network, "Maybe we can call someone?"

The only problem is who. The people on the screen are strangers and Clio knows GG isn't inclined towards trusting those (neither is Clio, right now).

[lupa]

GG glances up and gives a wry grin nonetheless at the attempted joke, looking quickly back at her CiD. "Maybe. Or if other people have ended up like this, we can see how they dealt with it. According to the leaflet, this is normal. Not that I trust-"

She goes silent, and very still, and then mutters something in Italian which sounds both disbelieving and distinctly blasphemous.

Rather than say more, she holds the CiD up, showing Clio the screen and Lea's face.

[caoineadh]

"What--?" What's wrong is the question that never gets finished, because suddenly there's Lea and Clio just - stares for a few seconds that feel like an eternity before she forces her eyes off the screen to look at GG.

"Call her." No hesitation, no questions or concerns; none of them matter right now. Hows and whys can wait for later, as can the concerns about whether or not this is real. She doesn't even know for sure if they can make calls on this phone, but they have to try.

Her memories of that night are fuzzy at best, but seeing Lea dragged away is something she doesn't think she'll ever forget and the taunts from some of the scientists - she's going to be his bride - are fresh in her ears.