RP ARCHIVE - Salty, Z, Abbey, Burrito

First Night - IV Establishing

Z:

Jaz was in a pickle either way seeing as how his dearest friend, Nathan, knew him better than anyone else. If he refused to pick up after the insistent calling surely Nathan would realize something was wrong, but if he did pick up he would easily read through his words. One thing was for certain, and that was that Jaz did not want to involve anyone else more than necessary, so he decided to not pick up for now, although the buzzing continued on and on.

There was a suspicion bubbling inside of Jaz, telling him that Nathan somehow knew he was in danger. Perhaps someone did alert the authorities after all, it would spread rather quickly if word got out about him considering his dedicated fans. Could his theory about being so easily forgotten be proven wrong that quickly?

Salty:

With the first step of many being completed, Wyatt set to pushing all the torn rubbish into a tipped over bucket. They crouched down to pick it up with their teeth knowing they were about to use their arms. They spoke through the tin handle clenched in their jaw.
"Iph uer ng eeg wator, hhhorrow me." (If you need water, follow me)
Wyatt walked over to the window, stepped up onto the sill and twisted their upperbody, forearms reaching up. They pulled themselves up and out of the window. Using their insect engineered feet, it was easy to scale the walls, but beside them were a ladder that would accommodate to.. the more usual body type.

It took about half a minute to get past the third level and onto the roof that opened out as a platform where soil and airborne seeds picked up from the nearby forest and grew small, hardy plants in the nooks and crannies. In the middle was a raised basin, a catchment for rain water.
Feeling paranoid, Wyatt placed the bucket of papers down and walked over to the edge that overlooked a series of alleyways towards the inner city. In case anyone were to come, either as friend or foe, Wyatt would at least see from there. They waited for a few hopeful moments in that the silver coat of their leader would catch a ray of moonlight and the two of them could start snapping at each other about the ambush.. But the thin roads offered no echoes. Wyatt turned and walked back to the edge where they had climbed over and checked to see if Jaz ended up deciding to follow or not. They also strained their ears incase he tried to phone quietly after they had left the room.

Z:

Jaz did indeed consider using the phone once the stranger was out of sight, but he didn't have the heart to deal with the consequences nor would he even really know what to say if he picked up. He wasn't some genius who knew how to get himself out of a situation like this, he was simply some guy who loved horses.

After that brief internal dilemma he decided to stay put, reclaiming a spot on the ground to give his body a break. In a way he felt less lonely hearing the phone keep buzzing since he knew a friend was on the other side, so he set it down beside him and kept listening.

Salty:

Wyatt returned to their process of destroying evidence, a heavy feeling dragging at their insides as the scene of the entire failed mission finally began to play in their mind. When on high adrenaline, any sense of empathy was completely out the window. There were three of six members that Wyatt definitely knew were dead.
The finch, tiny hollow bones crushed in what wouldve been a single squeeze in someone's hand.
The gargoyle, head blown off from the red blast.
The half-peryton who stormed in before Wyatt, knife buried in her throat.
Then there were the bodies of the egret nymphs, split in half through their gut that Wyatt was forced to scramble over as they escaped the room of death.
As for the two equines, Sky Castles and his palomino brother, Wind, Wyatt was unsure, but it was those two they thought of most. 

As all the images stuck like wallpapers along the inside of Wyatt's skull, they continued their work on autopilot. Their tongue pressed into the venom sacks that lined along the roof of their mouth, stationed behind their fangs. They emptied the bucket of ripped plans onto the floor. Once their mouth pooled with basilisk venom, Wyatt sprayed it all across the pile. Upon contact, the papers melted into themselves with any unlucky plants beneath sizlling and furling, the moisture from stems and leaves steaming into the warm night air.
Wyatt then proceeded to walk over to the basin, bucket in hand, and dipped it in to collect water. They didn't bother too much with cleaning themselves, only sucking in a mouthful and spitting it out to rinse the venom out. The rest was used for the eye visor which they took off their face to dip in the bucket and splash about in until the blood splatters diluted. Once finished, they kicked the bucket with their foot and allowed it to topple over, the water running to where the soil soaked it up.