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[captainryan]

As some of the patrons are aware, the walls of the bar move. It is that knowledge, more than anything, that the walls are literally closing in on him that drives Ryan outside when the full moon is near. It has to do with an incident that happened his first moon here. He hasn't forgiven Andrew Wells for that.

He will never forgive Andrew Wells for

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[captainryan]

Ryan glares, showing teeth before he catches the smell of the soap. The glare changes to with a bit more wariness to it, but his posture shifts more to that of a predator.

Tyler smells a whole lot like food.

"Yes?" Ryan growls.

[captainryan]

"Werewolf," Ryan answers it what sounds like an idle tone. He's still showing teeth, but it's almost more of an after thought. Tyler's smell is distracting him. He's been inside for too long, and Ryan knows it, but...

He just smells so good. There's one small stalking step forward.

[captainryan]

The last sentence is enough to pull him back. He can't help Suzi and Deitmar if he's locked in the cells for eating a patron.

"Gathering Intel on missing persons," Ryan answers, tone flat and clipped, as he pulls himself up straight.

[captainryan]

A hungry SAS werewolf. Ryan has l33t skillz.

"Yes. Do you know anything?"

[captainryan]

"Then stop wasting my time." He's not the friendliest person at the best of times, and it really doesn't get much worse than this.

[captainryan]

Ryan's already practical told one person that. He's not about to tell a complete stranger.

"It's an invasion of territory," he growls. That? Is mostly a lie.