Dree's arrival

[heartof_thezone]

Characters: Dree Brooks-Donovan (and a figment of her imagination, to keep her company on the ride)
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern Day
Location: Helicopter and the drop-off area, castle grounds
Relative Date: sometime after the party, one week after El'Ari's arrival
Status: Finished

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[major_bummer]

Lou was in a foul mood. Worse than foul, he was feeling enraged. He'd spent much of the past several days on his own in the hotel room, drinking and watching movies he could barely begin to understand the cultural context of. The weirdness of them he'd once found charmingly amusing now only served to piss him off that much more and remind him of the soul-crushing futility of his circumstances since he'd stepped onto that damned helicopter

[heartof_thezone]

The sound of someone yelling caught Dree's attention and she turned to see a rather large man heading her way. Well, she at least hoped it was a man. She didn't mean to flinch as he got closer, but he gave the impression of a charging bull and, while she could take down a man bigger than herself, they weren't usually as... large.

Taking a slight step back, she did a quick glance around, just in case he might be talking to someone who'd appeared behind her. As he neared, she was able to give him a closer look and noticed that he was armed, though she couldn't make out much more than a handle, past those shoulders.

Dree nodded, to let him know that she had heard him, and her hands - one cellphone in each - raised slightly, so that he could see she wasn't armed.

(OOC: Apologies, in advance. Suffering from the notification!fail of LJ, so a reply may be delayed. Oy... Also, I hope I pictured the slung sword hanging the right way :\)

[eddie_plus_1]

Sometimes a man just needed space, you know? Time alone to sit outside, perched in quiet contemplation atop a parapet or battlement. Some time to have a heart-to-heart with his internal monologue. Doubly so when that monologue was a sentient living extraterrestrial symbiotic organism that had bonded to him on a cellular level. And that was exactly what Eddie was doing

[major_bummer]

"I just wann'ed to tell you," he said, his speech slightly slurred as he approached her, "how fucked you are. Figured you deserved to get it straight from someone who ain't gonna candy-coat stuff an' try an' tell you your life ain't gonna just be a bunch of fuckin' bullshit from this second forwards. Best if we just get that out of the way up front, you know?" He really felt that she deserved the benefit of an honest appraisal of their situation so that she could acclimate herself to the reality of her situation without being confused by false hopes that would only lead to greater disappointments later on

[heartof_thezone]

Dree wasn't entirely sure what the young man was saying but she wasn't entirely sure he was stable... which was saying a lot, coming from her. "I, uh.. um-" she stuttered, glancing around quickly.

Movement brought her attention back to her new companion and her eyes widened as he armed himself with what looked like one ugly - and painful- sword. Taking one giant step back, she pointed at him with one of the phones.

"All right, pal, just wait a damn minute!" Granted, there wasn't a lot he could do with that, she was sure. Yes, he could run her through like a skewer.. maybe even toss her on a barbecue, but she'd just wake up.

For a split second, Dree wondered if she would wake up. She didn't know where she was and, now, some weightlifting wannabe was waving a weapon in her face

[major_bummer]

He snorted and swung his makeshift sword around in front of him once or twice. "Lady, if the Macleod family sword looked anything like this on your tape, you got the crappiest bootleg ever," he snorted. A creature of the 1990s, DVDs were essentially unknown to him. Illegally copied VHS tapes, on the other hand, were his bread and butter.

He swung the sword around again, so that its tip was facing downwards, and drove it five feet down into the frozen soil, so that he could lean on the handle and steady himself a bit. "An' yeah, you crossed an invisible fence, when you came in on that whirly-bird," he said, gesturing vaguely behind her. "An' now you're stuck on this side of it. Hope you enjoy the view, 'cause all us idiots are stuck in here together from now on."

[heartof_thezone]

She did have to raise an eyebrow when he made it clear that he understood the reference. It had taken a few times hearing DG say it, plus a few viewings of the movie, before she even understood it. But, hear something enough times and you just pick things up.

It was force of habit to glance over her shoulder when he waved, but she saw nothing new. Turning back, Dree shook her head. "I don't even know where here is. So how about you and I try this again," she started, motioning between them, "and you act like I don't know what the fuck is going on."

Yeah, things weren't going to end well if she was already pulling out the "grown-up words". Dree could already feel her blood pressure rising, but it wasn't her usual pre-heart attack panic. This was more just... general annoyance.

Throwing her hands up again, Dree shrugged. "Up to you, pal."

[eddie_plus_1]

Eddie came tearing out of the tree's with a surprising degree of stealth for a man of his bulk. Eddie Brock was nothing if not far more than met the eye. His headlong strides forced his tee-shirt to ride up, bearing a scruff of fuzzy abdomen. Real men had hair on their torsos, not that anyone was judging. And he was just in time

[heartof_thezone]

Dree was honestly distracted by the arrival of a second man. "Mass?" she muttered, pretty sure she was still seeing things. As he got closer, Dree realized that it was one of those first-reaction things; the man didn't actually look that much like Massey, but on first glance, she'd have sworn it was him.

As for the situation unfolding in front of her, Dree didn't know what to do. She didn't want to see the men kill each other, but it wasn't like she had a clue as to what words would stop them.

[major_bummer]

The wind was knocked out of Lou the moment that the stranger smashed into his side, shouting and grappling too quickly for him to possibly keep track of. He had no idea who this guy was. There was just half a second, when he first felt the impact, that he thought that it might be one of those damned unicorns ploughing into him; he didn't know anything else around here that was nearly as strong as the freight-train force that he was being hit with would seem to indicate that his attacker must be. He reached out for his makeshift sword as he went down in a tangle of limbs, but he was too slow, too clumsy, and the sword was too deeply-buried in the ground; his fingers slid off of it as he was carried several feet away by the impact

[heartof_thezone]

Dree wasn't sure she wanted to get in the middle of the brawl, but she also didn't want to see the two young men kill each other. While they tussled, she shoved the phones into her pockets and moved for the sword. Clenching her jaw as she tried to yank it out of the ground, Dree's eyes nearly crossed.

'Damn, that sucker's in deep,' she thought. Maybe she could separate them using her magic, but since she hadn't exactly practiced in a while, there was a good chance each of them would be sent into separate counties.

She continued to pull on the sword but locked her gaze on the scuffle. Her breathing slowed but Dree realized that nothing was happening. She was defenseless.

"Crap," she breathed, before giving the sword another tug.

[eddie_plus_1]

Lou's elbow came down like a proverbial hammer against Eddie's shoulder. A telling blow that could crush bone and maul concrete. But it didn't strike bare flesh. The blond brawler had the advantage of wearing clothes made of a living symbiote of alien origin, a thinking, feeling, sentient being. The symbiote responded to the incoming assault, thickening and darkening to its sludgy native black, diffusing a great deal of the would-be lethal trauma into nothing more than a winding blow. It gave Lou the time he needed to thrust Eddie back and away. And thrust he did

[major_bummer]

Lou watched with mounting alarm and confusion as the screaming stranger transformed into... Whatever the hell he was and then yanked the makeshift sword out of the woman's grasp. He had seen a lot of insane things in the past few years, but nothing quite measured up to the alien wrongness of what was happening before his very eyes. He was rendered speechless and flatfooted as the pitch-black grinning monster lunged at him, swinging his own weapon at him like something out of a nightmare

[eddie_plus_1]

"Yesss, good!!" Venom snarled in his rasping two-tone stereo. Normally They would not want to get into such an immediate grapple with someone like Lou. Anyone who wasn't cleft in half by a deadly swing like that was a viable threat worth their salt. "You're still in one piece, we are impressed!!" Still Venom wanted to take this brawl as far away from the innocent as possible. A hulking brute like this, enraged and unstable could do all sorts of damage to her frail and irreparable body

[heartof_thezone]

Dree watched the two men with a mix of panic and fear. The one who started the attack - if you could call it that - was now acting almost like her own bodyguard. And the one who was yelling about actually protecting her had gone and transformed into... something.

Every single voice inside her head - and, in nearly five hundred years, she had a few - was telling her to run and run fast. But, this was Dree. Ever the mediator, she was determined to not the let them kill each other.

"Why aren't you working?" she asked quietly, staring at her hands. Normally, her powers manifested when she was threatened. 'No,' a voice reminded her, 'it was always when family was threatened. These men are not family.'Dree glanced around, but there was no one to be seen. She still had no idea where she was and, judging by the bits of the conversation she'd managed to pick up, wherever she was was the last place she wanted to be

[major_bummer]

Lou staggered to his feet, painfully, dizzy, disoriented and deeply afraid. He reached down, grasping the broken length of blade stuck in his gut and gasped in agony as he tried to pull it out of his torso. He was rewarded with a gush of blood and a terrible chill as he worked it free, and he coughed up a gout of blood as he nearly doubled over in pain. As he looked up, seeing only through one eye as the other had swollen shut from the bruising the right side of his face had taken, he saw the woman he'd come here to warn was standing between him and this Venom thing