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Context: You are a Corvian, people of humanoid and raven features. For eons, your clan has warred with the Andrani Werewolf clan. No matter the attempts, nothing has ever brought peace between your peoples, and you doubt anything ever will. The humans are fighting their own worldwide war and one was killed by a werewolf. The humans met and demanded one werewolf and one of your people join in their strange human war they call "World War I". You agreed to join to save the life of your werewolf companion. Here's to hoping you won't regret it.

Setting: The military camp

Tags: [MM4A][Enemies to ?][Werewolf Speaker][Banshee Speaker][Multiple Speakers][Monster Listener][Definitely Tsundere][Alt. History][Werewolf][Ravens][Banshee][Ban-he, Actually][Fight/Argument][Protective][Army Buddies][WWI][Supernatural][Lore Drops][CW: Mentions of PTSD/'Shellshock']

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[I] = Isaiah, werewolf, master hunter, general dick

[F] = Fionn, the BanHe, rolls 20 to seduce you

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[Scene opens in the canteen/mess hall]

[SFX: Low chatter/general razzing]

[You settle at the counter with Fionn and Isaiah, Fionn between you and the frazzled werewolf]

[F] “Cor… Well. How do you two feel now that you managed to get along for more than a minute?”

[I] “Pissed off.”

[Pause.]

[F] “Faith and feathers. Oy, Evan! Three whiskeys down here, ya? We need ‘em.”

[SFX: Drinks being procured]

[F] “Aye, thank you, kindly. Alright, you idiots… Can you, perchance, explain the completely irrational bloodlust between your clans? If I’m going to be on the same team as you, it’d be helpful to know WHY I’m going to have to keep playing nanny…”

[Pause…]

[SFX: A slight magical sting]

[You raise your arm to sip your drink. The old tattoos carved into your flesh glint]

[SFX: Fill in with bar ambiance]

[Fionn perks an eyebrow]

[F] “...Those tattoos on you look like runes, Birdie. Not ones I’ve seen before…”

[Pause]

[Isaiah snorts]

[I] “I’ve got similar ones. Tattoos have been a part of our cultures for centuries now. This one on my shoulder I earned as the strongest hunter. I’m guessing Raven’s are to mark them as a ‘Hunt Master’.”

[...]

[I] “Why’d I say it like that? Pfft, no reason… just don’t think a bird is much of a hunter. Scavenger, more like. Peck, peck, pecking away with your mushy human lips. You didn’t even get a beak like some of your folks, do, HA!”

[...]

[I, with a growl] “You take back what you said about my tail!”

[Pause!]

[I] “No, fuck YOU!!”

[F] “OK! Easy now, children, Daddy has time for you both!”

[You and Isiah shoot a look at each other but calm]

[I, grumbling under his breath] “Dick.”

[Pause.]

[I] “I KNOW you did not just call me the ‘c word’!”

[Pause!]

[F] “...OK, I have to ask: why do two clans who hate each other THIS much insist on living in such close proximity? Why do your clans even hate each other???”

[Pause…]

[I, sighing] “Depends on who you ask… The way my father told it, the Corvians led us astray during a battle for an old keep we used to own, just so some lowlife Orcs could ambush us and take said keep. Lost nearly our whole pack… And for all of that, all of that bloodshed, the Corvians supposedly got some kind of special power. Pfft. It’s all crap.”

[...]

[F] “Mmh… And from you, Birdie?”

[Long Pause]

[I] “Wait… Your Matriarch said the same thing but that you tried to lead us away because we would’ve been totally wiped out otherwise. And the remaining Alpha got so angry over being tricked into a retreat that he… tore the Matriarch of that time to bits?”

[Pause.]

[He stands, eyes flashing with rage]

[I] “My great grandfather would have NEVER-!”

[SFX: A very brief confrontation/Isaiah standing and grabbing the Listener by the neck]

[F] “Hound-!”

[SFX: A very muted Banshee wail, not allowed to fully escape]

[You all freeze. You hadn’t even realized he’d grabbed you around the neck. He backs away, horrified, though Fionn keeps a hand on Isaiah’s chest]

[I] “W-Wh… I-I… I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’d… Oh god…”

[SFX: Your heart pounding/the chatter in the mess hall dying down]

[P-Pause…]

[Fionn steps fully in front of you, slow and careful]

[F] “...You just grabbed them ‘round the throat like a beggar that nicked your coin, Hound… Over a damned disagreement over an old folk story… Be honest, Hound. Can I put the Banshee blast, trademarked, away or no? ”

[You and Isiah both look down and you can see a considerable amount of energy concentrated in Fionn’s palm]

[...?]

[F] “Aye, I can focus the wail elsewhere in my body and let it out as a sort of sound cannon, though I loathe doing it, seeing as I can’t control the power behind it. Right now, this feels like there’s enough to level a small cruise ship… I’m asking nicely… Please do not make me do this…”

[I] “...OK.”

[Fionn exhales and steps back]

[F] “Good lad.”

[...Pause?]

[Isaiah looks at you like you’re mad, shaking]

[I] “...Am I alright…?”

[He ponders this, eyes far off]

[I] “...No. I don’t understand why, w-we were just having a drink together… I didn’t feel this when we were on the obstacle course, or even that much since we left our tribes behind. I don’t understand… I j-just remember standing up and the rest is… static…”

[...]

[Fionn searches his eyes, easing his body language. You do the same]

[F] “...There’s a word for what you are, Hound. ‘Shellshocked’. We haven’t even seen active combat yet, though… So what has you so on edge that you’d nearly snap their neck for simply telling a story?”

[I] “...I don’t know.”

[...Pause]

[I, frustrated] “You don’t understand, I… I don’t WANT to hate you but it’s… it’s like my blood BOILS every single time I see you! Like if I don’t kill you, then… then it’s gonna burn right through me… I don’t even know what that means, but I know I’m terrified of it happening. It’s like… when you’re scouting alone at night and you're stuck with... fear. You don't know why, but you know something bad is gonna happen...”

[...]

[F, under his breath] “...I got you, Birdie, don’t you fret… He’s not gonna hurt you ‘gain, alright? I won’t allow it…”

[SFX: The Listener’s heart pounding]

[...]

[F] “...Put your gun away, Birdie. C’mon now… We’re all friends here, aye?”

[...]

[Isiah looks down, only just then seeming to realize you had your pistol to his heart]

[I] “...Didn’t even realize you had your pistol aiming at my heart this whole time… Guess you’re more capable than I thought, Raven…”

[Pause…]

[SFX: The gun being put away/chat gradually resuming]

[You reach out and slowly, carefully, rest your hand on his arm. Isaiah tenses, snarling even, but calms after a moment]

[I] “Why… Am I snarling just from you touching my arm a little?! ...What… what’s… wrong with me…?”

[SFX: Faint gunfire]

[You all freeze as you hear active, if muted, gunfire]

[Pause.]

[I] “You’re right… That did come from the Northern part of the forest. Sounded about a mile off… Which is far too close for my liking, especially if the sound is carrying on the wind enough that even you can hear it, bird.”

[Pause.]

[I] “Asshole.”

[Pause!]

[I] “YEAH, WELL, YOUR MOM IS SO FAT-!”

[F] “I will let out a screech that will put a Catholic nun finding a randy couple in the confessional to shame if you two don’t FOCUS!”

[...]

[I] “...bitch.”

[Pause.]

[I, grumbling] “Yeah, yeah, I’m focusing…”

[He sniffs the air and growls under his breath]

[I] “...I’ve smelled that before… Gunpowder, they call it… Same crap that’s in your little rifle, Raven. But… fresher.”

[SFX: The stools squeaking]

[He stands and you follow suit]

[F] “Oh, we’re just charging in to check the scene now, are we?”

[Pause.]

[I] “Raven’s right… We can get there faster than anyone else, and if we can save some lives, we should at least try.”

[F] “And we’re just going it without telling Yurik, then?”

[Pause.]

[I] “I’m… surprisingly with Raven on this. He’s a dick and any humans in the way could get turned into something more resembling a butcher’s shop.”

[F, with a laugh] “Fuck all authority, is it? Well, shite, that’s all you needed to say! Let’s go!”

[SFX: The three of them heading out/an old-timey war radio filling in per VA’s discretion as the scene fades out]

[To be continued?]