Out on a Weevil hunt [for slayers_desire]

[fractured_agent]

Cardiff at night is a very different beast than it is during the day. The streets are mostly empty of people, the lights around the city staying lit despite the absence, and the sound of the sea is ever so slightly louder without the noise of traffic to drown it out.

Jack is alone in the Hub as usual, monitoring the Rift while the rest of the team sleep at home. He looks up at the sound of Mainframe's chime, and gets up to look at the readouts. "Weevils on the loose, huh?"

Hunting Weevils alone is generally dangerous, and while Jack doesn't fear death at their claws, it would be rather inconvenient. Fortunately, he knows just who to call.

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[slayers_desire]

The snarling doesn't scare April, she pins the creature as it curls in on itself. And uses the Weevil restraints to get it captured. A soft growl of her own, declaring herself the stronger predator and for it to stop fighting.

[fractured_agent]

It struggles a little against the restraints, but as soon as it gets to smell her properly, it moans just as the one in the cell did, cowering in fear and respect. That will only last so long as she's nearby, but for now, it's subdued.

[slayers_desire]

Jack... I have mine captured and restrained. Where should I bring it?

[fractured_agent]

Jack is not having such an easy time with his Weevil. He's been slashed across the chest, and the blood smell makes the Weevil even more aggressive. He grits his teeth and tries again to spray the Weevil's face. This time he gets it right on target, and the alien curls in on itself, trying to avoid any more of the repellant spray getting in its face.

He takes the opportunity to cuff it, holding it by the shoulder so it won't run away. Back to the Hub. Tourist office entrance.

[slayers_desire]

She can sense his pain. And picks up the cowering Weevil to take it back to the Hub. Be careful... if you are bleeding, the others might smell you

[fractured_agent]

Yeah, they probably will. He doesn't sound too concerned about it, like it's happened dozens of times already. He sure doesn't enjoy it, but he accepts that he can deal with it better than his teammates.

[slayers_desire]

April hurries to ensure her capture gets to the Hub. She knows that Jack is sometimes self-sacrificing, but he has forgotten that this time that his teammate is just as determined.

She is anxious to complete the hunt. And capture more...

[fractured_agent]

The Weevil doesn't resist her, hoping that obedience will lead to its survival. The tourist office is locked, but there's a faint click as she approaches, the monitoring systems recognizing her to allow her in.

Jack, meanwhile, begins to march his captive Weevil back towards the Hub. He's not sure if it's just his imagination, but he thinks he can hear the sounds of upset Weevils out in the dark.

[slayers_desire]

April leads the Weevil downstairs of the Hub to the cells. She recognizes that it is cooperating with her. "Good boy..." She mutters, locking it up.

She tunes to the others, using the Hive Mind to get a bearing on where she should head next to capture another one.

[fractured_agent]

The Weevils are agitated, both by the disturbance from the Rift that drove some of them out, and because some of their fellows are being hurt. A group of them are coming to the surface to find their lost ones and bring them back, and they're homing in on where Jack is, drawn by the mind of his captive and the smell of human blood.

[slayers_desire]

April moves quickly to find Jack, before the other Weevils do. She too can smell his blood. And knows she needs to act quickly...

[fractured_agent]

Jack is still a fair distance from the Hub, and most of his focus is on the Weevil in his custody, in case the spray wears off and it turns on him again. So he's a bit surprised when April appears suddenly. "That was fast," he says.

[slayers_desire]

"There are others coming this way. They want to claim their lost companion..."

[fractured_agent]

Jack frowns a bit. "I was afraid of that." They have room for that many captive Weevils in the Hub, but actually catching them all is another matter.

[slayers_desire]

"Perhaps we could set up a trap, to capture them all at once?"

[fractured_agent]

"I don't think there's time. And we don't have the manpower." Right now he's very glad he called for backup, though. Being mauled to death by Weevils definitely isn't his favorite way to go.

[slayers_desire]

"Then we will handle it together..." April isn't frightened. She has abilities that will protect her and Jack.

[fractured_agent]

Jack is regretting not bringing the van along. Even though the hunt was only a short distance from the Hub, not having the van means he also doesn't have the gear in the back, which would've included net guns. Lesson learned, he supposes.

But there will be time for regrets later. "Let's see if we can get this one back before the rest of the party shows up."

[slayers_desire]

April steps closer to Jack to help him with the restrained Weevil. If this one is anything like the other, it should stop resisting just by her presence. The close smell of a stronger predator.

[fractured_agent]

Already subdued by the Weevil spray, the creature recoils at April's approach, moaning. Jack takes one of its arms to haul it along, letting April take the other. "You know, whatever it is you have, I wish we could bottle it."

[slayers_desire]

"It is a scent... might be possible." She is not much for science herself, but knows that others have bottled other scents.

[fractured_agent]

The other Weevils are homing in on the trail, approaching fast. The group, three in all, appear on the street as soon as April and Jack are in sight of the tourist office.

"Oh, great."

[slayers_desire]

"Jack continue to make your way to the Hub." April channels her psychic powers, creating several mental duplicates of the small group, hoping to distract the Weevils long enough to make a difference.

[fractured_agent]

Jack hauls the Weevil along a little faster, not looking back, although he does keep the Weevil spray handy in his spare hand. If he is attacked, it likely won't be enough to hold off all of them. And he definitely doesn't want this Weevil escaping while it's cuffed. That could be a death sentence for it.

The group of Weevils stop and sniff the air, growling. They don't like what they smell, and the faint scent of a greater predator frightens them, but they also want to be with their lost one.

[slayers_desire]

They are afraid of me... it is stopping them from their own primal urge

April knows that she can project sight and sounds, so concentrates on projecting her scent. Extend it out the Weevils, trying to keep them wary from approaching.