[OOM:
Immediately preceeding...]
Michael still doesn't really know what the hell is going on. Selene, while being as forthcoming as he suspects she ever is, isn't giving him a whole lot to go on. Vampires. Lycans. Blood feuds. Past memories. Safe houses.
All I did was help a woman in the subway.
But Selene's all he's got right now and until he does figure out what's happening, he's sticking to her like glue. And she's going to give him some detailed explanations once they're safe, which will hopefully be in just a few minutes.
His shoulder still aches, and he rubs at it absently as he follows the - vampire, right, she's a vampire - into the room where they will supposedly be able to relax for a few hours, formulate a plan.
He just wasn't expecting it to look quite like this.
"Looks a lot bigger than it did from outside."
[tiny!tag: Selene, Michael Corvin]
[OOC: Two pups, two muns, around on and off all day; feel free to tag one or either. Also, for those with pups who can sense these things, please note Michael will scent strictly of his 'verse's werewolves, and nothing more at this point. And try not to annoy the vampire; she's trigger happy.]