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[ltmuldoon]

Napoli can't fucking take it anymore. The Lt.'s nowhere to be found and Louis is starting to get pretty fucking annoying. Men who loose touch with civilization for too long become beasts.

No where was it truer then here, with Louis and-
And youHe didn't remember nearly turning

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[there_is_a_me]

Spoon always has a fag. Always. The smell of flowers makes him gag, however, and his scarred hand moves to cover his nose regardless of the order because it.

fucking.

stinks.

[mmpenguins]

Napoli's weapon lowers. Genuine human concern crosses his face, "...Hey buddy, you okay?"

He pulls off his mask and looks to the Lt, face blank, "....Who's this guy?"

[ltmuldoon]

Muldoon swallows, "....Private Witherspoon, Sgt. David Napoli, U.S. Army. Formerly US. National Guard Reserves."

Pretty much the only reaction that he can manage at the moment.

Napoli looks suspicious, but....lowers the gun all the way and re-holsters it.

[there_is_a_me]

"Spoon." Spoon manages after a moment or two of hacking. That would be his only response to the whiff he got of the gas that is killing the rest of these men; his body burned it out faster than he could get the smell out of his nose. "British Army, medical discharge."

[mmpenguins]

Napoli's mouth hangs open.

"...They gassed you guys too? Fuck man. Where-"

The gun goes up again quickly, "...Where's your mask? You being treated? Is that why?-"

Napoli's expression is the equivalent of a cat asking for more food please. Confused and yet angry. How dare this guy not produce answers when required plskthnxb?

[there_is_a_me]

"No, Sergeant, I'm a werewolf." Spoon informs him, seriously, "Fuckin' shite can't touch me."

[ltmuldoon]

Dragging Napoli to the side after the kid lets out a string of cursewords that could stop a priest in their tracks before raising his gun again and muttering something about "Dc2 induced insanity"

Muldoon explains it.

Chances are Spoon can hear everything that's being said. But the loudest replies (napoli's) are being punctured with "Are you insane?!" and "What the hell are you on?"

Finally, he throws the older man's arm off his shoulder and stomps back to face spoon, his expression reminiscent of a child in the schoolyard who's just been told that the new kid can eat worms without being sick.

"....Prove it."

Beat.

"....I'm-"
Pain. the most intense physical pain brought on by emotional duress crosses Napoli's face.

"....I was a med student. So, y'know. Also. I've seen weird fucking shit in my time. There were these....mutants who lived in the hills in our National Guard training base. You say you're a werewolf, back the shit up with hard, fucking facts."The younger man does not spare a glance for the older one behind

[there_is_a_me]

The first thing Spoon does is, silently, take off his shirt. Napoli was a medical student. He knows what an autopsy looks like.

When they do it to a living being, it's called vivisection. There was, apparently, more than one done.

Spoon then cracks his neck, nods, and holds out his hands. Hands which go from normal (if rough and calloused) to

[mmpenguins]

It takes every instinct that David Napoli posesses to prevent him from screaming.

And the only thing that remotely compares is finding a collection of people who had mutated into-

".....Holy-"

The man looks toward the Lieutenant, face pale, ".........What the fuck is this shit? What the fuck is this shit?"

[ltmuldoon]

Muldoon's voice freezes glaciers half a world away. It chills even the best days that folks in places where shit like this doesn't happen are living.

"....A cure."

Muldoon breathes deep, "This guy's going to save us. You-You-You hear me?"

his voice is small when he turns back to look at Spoon, "Didn'....that hurt?"

[there_is_a_me]

"Not the change." Spoon says with a shake of his head, moving his (fully human) hand up to take a better grip on his fag, "Didn't hurt at all. Still does for Sarge, but for me going all the way over doesn't hurt much more than a kick to the shin...and I've hurt worse."

[mmpenguins]

"Those are vivisection scars."

Napoli points, "And autopsy scars. They do those to dead bodies. What the fuck man?"

[ltmuldoon]

"That's enough Napoleon." Muldoon snaps, "Don't ask too many fucking questions. You only need to know and see and I needed to see if this shit works in this world."

He eyes Spoon, "....Napoleon's the smart one. Don't pay any attention to him asking too many questions. He does that."

[there_is_a_me]

"Those are vivisection scars." Spoon echoes, quietly, "They do those to experiments. Fuckin' healed every time, Sergeant. Only scarred b'cause eventually they started using silver to get through the top layers of skin."

[mmpenguins]

Napoli's eyes go O_O.

It is a few moments before he stares at his Lieutenant, before staring back at Spoon, "....And you're from another werewolf...full...dimension I guess?"

[there_is_a_me]

"Yeah." Spoon says after a minute of thought, "All kinds of shite where I'm from. Sarge and I are the only two werewolves of our kind that I know about, though."