Underworld Sues (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} underworldsues) wrote,@ 2003-10-12 17:36:00 |
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the first
And so it begins.
TITLE: Elisa and the Werewolf
PERPETRATOR: Isabella Raven
FULL NAME: Elisa Maloryn
SPECIES: Human
EYES: Twin pools of liquid ebony
POSESSIONS: A flashlight, an assortment of what feels like cave exploring equipment plus camera, and a pair of guns. I've notices a pair of guns seems to be all over the place. Heaven help us, the Sues are being armed.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: None previous, though she seems to know something about this "Lucien" fellow. I see a lot of him around. Did I miss him in the movie?
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She's a doctor in biology and forensic science... and wouldn't you know it, she just so happens to specialize in lycanthropy and vampirism. Does the ability to change speech patterns every other sentence count? Oh yes, let's not forget the ability to get a main character to spill details upon meeting a complete stranger.
NOTES: Words fail me. They also apparently failed the author. I have yet to pinpoint exactly what Sue's occupation is. Do most research scientist drag around cave exploring equipment while shopping? It burns.
"Now that you have my name, what is yours?" Her gaze snapped back to his face when he spoke, a shuttered look in her eyes.
"Doctor Elisa Maloryn." She kept her answer brief, and fairly uninformative.
"Doctor of what?" He needed to pry some information out of her, to see how much of a danger to him she really was.
"Biology and forensic science." She paused, her gaze considering. "I specialize in lycanthropy and vampirism."
That was not what he was hoping to hear, though in truth he had expected it. She was too precise, too focused for it to be merely hobby or passing interest. Which made her all the more dangerous, and not only to him and his kind, but the vampires as well, and to herself. Most immortals would want her dead knowing what he did now about her.
"Do you realize how dangerous your knowledge could be to yourself?"
"Quite. Especially as I know it's more than the simple myth and legend my colleagues wish it were, and I'm sure your kind and vampires both know I exist." She paused, watching him. "If I were to lower my gun, and continue my data collection on the vampire's corpse, what are the odds I'll get further that the first picture?"
Lucien noted the carefully diplomatic phrasing of her query, balanced with a certain bluntness of intent, and raised a tired mental brow. This Elisa was far more complex than she at first showed, almost to the point of fascination. And he knew, even had he wished her dead, he did not have the strength or speed to ensure her eternal silence at the moment.
"I do not have the ability to kill you at the moment even if I wished you dead."
~~~
Elisa regarded the lycan master for another wary moment before nodding and holstering the gun. With one eye keeping an eye on Lucien, she once again lifted her camera to take pictures. The powerful flash of the small machine registered every gory visual detail on film, documenting the death of this one vampire for her records.
Of course, she was sure there were police photos of the crime scene at the subway station, and possibly records there of the bodies, but she doubted she'd ever get her hands on those documents. Not that the photos alone would constitute proof, especially to the skeptics that her patron wished to convince. Samples of the vampire and lycan genomes, species-specific pathology, the differences in physiological characteristics, all would need to be documented. And there were other things, that she couldn't get from a corpse. Behavior, psychology, physiological and chemical patterns of the living beings, actual diet, culture. So much she couldn't learn without a living member of a species, and their consent.
She started when she realized her thoughts had been wandering enough to allow the werewolf to move a great deal closer. Too close for comfort.
"You aren't as observant and alert as I originally thought." His hazel eyes met hers with amusement laced with pain in their depths. She'd noticed the blood and bruises before, but she hadn't been able to determine if the blood was his, or how badly he may have been injured at that distance.
"I am more often described as incredibly focused." She paused, frowning when she noticed him sway ever so slightly, as if his balance was a bit off. "Are you injured?"
He shrugged one shoulder as he replied. "I will recover. Eventually." He added the caveat after a subtle pause.
Elisa nearly sighed. "I don't got medical training beyond basic first aid, but I do know lycan and vampiric physiology better'n any other human alive, an' y'don't look like you're as good off as y'claim." She indicated the edge of the flooded floor. "Sit down, an' lemme see if I can do a damned thing t'help."
She locked her gaze with his, lycan and human engaging in a silent battle of will. In the end, she simply had more stamina than Lucien, and he growled softly as he did as she said, sitting on the cold, but dry, concrete with Elisa following him, flashlight pulled from her belt loop to provide better light.
~~~
Lucien felt sheer exhaustion creeping up at the edges of his awareness as he let the woman shine her flashlight over his face and upper body, though she was careful not to send the light directly into his eyes.
"Silver nitrate, delivered to the blood-stream through a bullet vector, much like the ultraviolet rounds for vampires, I suspect." Her voice was a barely audible undertone as she sat back on her heels. A frown creased her face a moment before she pulled a line of tabs from a pocket on her harness, each one containing a liquid-filled capsule. "Before y'ask, industrial-strength pain killers. Two of these, an' the worst of injuries'll feel no more painful than a minor cut. Dad swore by them, an' all I can do t'help is give y'these."
Lucien regarded her silently as he accepted the drugs, though he made no move to use them. "Why are you offering me assistance?"
She shot him a sharp look as she dropped the flashlight back into its belt loop, the light diffusing in the room around them. "Why shouldn't I?"
When he continued to simply look at her, she rolled her eyes. "I'm a research scientist. You're the first werewolf that hasn't tried t'kill me on sight."
And why, oh why, did he not?
And so it begins.
TITLE: Elisa and the Werewolf
PERPETRATOR: Isabella Raven
FULL NAME: Elisa Maloryn
SPECIES: Human
EYES: Twin pools of liquid ebony
POSESSIONS: A flashlight, an assortment of what feels like cave exploring equipment plus camera, and a pair of guns. I've notices a pair of guns seems to be all over the place. Heaven help us, the Sues are being armed.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: None previous, though she seems to know something about this "Lucien" fellow. I see a lot of him around. Did I miss him in the movie?
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She's a doctor in biology and forensic science... and wouldn't you know it, she just so happens to specialize in lycanthropy and vampirism. Does the ability to change speech patterns every other sentence count? Oh yes, let's not forget the ability to get a main character to spill details upon meeting a complete stranger.
NOTES: Words fail me. They also apparently failed the author. I have yet to pinpoint exactly what Sue's occupation is. Do most research scientist drag around cave exploring equipment while shopping? It burns.
"Now that you have my name, what is yours?" Her gaze snapped back to his face when he spoke, a shuttered look in her eyes.
"Doctor Elisa Maloryn." She kept her answer brief, and fairly uninformative.
"Doctor of what?" He needed to pry some information out of her, to see how much of a danger to him she really was.
"Biology and forensic science." She paused, her gaze considering. "I specialize in lycanthropy and vampirism."
That was not what he was hoping to hear, though in truth he had expected it. She was too precise, too focused for it to be merely hobby or passing interest. Which made her all the more dangerous, and not only to him and his kind, but the vampires as well, and to herself. Most immortals would want her dead knowing what he did now about her.
"Do you realize how dangerous your knowledge could be to yourself?"
"Quite. Especially as I know it's more than the simple myth and legend my colleagues wish it were, and I'm sure your kind and vampires both know I exist." She paused, watching him. "If I were to lower my gun, and continue my data collection on the vampire's corpse, what are the odds I'll get further that the first picture?"
Lucien noted the carefully diplomatic phrasing of her query, balanced with a certain bluntness of intent, and raised a tired mental brow. This Elisa was far more complex than she at first showed, almost to the point of fascination. And he knew, even had he wished her dead, he did not have the strength or speed to ensure her eternal silence at the moment.
"I do not have the ability to kill you at the moment even if I wished you dead."
~~~
Elisa regarded the lycan master for another wary moment before nodding and holstering the gun. With one eye keeping an eye on Lucien, she once again lifted her camera to take pictures. The powerful flash of the small machine registered every gory visual detail on film, documenting the death of this one vampire for her records.
Of course, she was sure there were police photos of the crime scene at the subway station, and possibly records there of the bodies, but she doubted she'd ever get her hands on those documents. Not that the photos alone would constitute proof, especially to the skeptics that her patron wished to convince. Samples of the vampire and lycan genomes, species-specific pathology, the differences in physiological characteristics, all would need to be documented. And there were other things, that she couldn't get from a corpse. Behavior, psychology, physiological and chemical patterns of the living beings, actual diet, culture. So much she couldn't learn without a living member of a species, and their consent.
She started when she realized her thoughts had been wandering enough to allow the werewolf to move a great deal closer. Too close for comfort.
"You aren't as observant and alert as I originally thought." His hazel eyes met hers with amusement laced with pain in their depths. She'd noticed the blood and bruises before, but she hadn't been able to determine if the blood was his, or how badly he may have been injured at that distance.
"I am more often described as incredibly focused." She paused, frowning when she noticed him sway ever so slightly, as if his balance was a bit off. "Are you injured?"
He shrugged one shoulder as he replied. "I will recover. Eventually." He added the caveat after a subtle pause.
Elisa nearly sighed. "I don't got medical training beyond basic first aid, but I do know lycan and vampiric physiology better'n any other human alive, an' y'don't look like you're as good off as y'claim." She indicated the edge of the flooded floor. "Sit down, an' lemme see if I can do a damned thing t'help."
She locked her gaze with his, lycan and human engaging in a silent battle of will. In the end, she simply had more stamina than Lucien, and he growled softly as he did as she said, sitting on the cold, but dry, concrete with Elisa following him, flashlight pulled from her belt loop to provide better light.
~~~
Lucien felt sheer exhaustion creeping up at the edges of his awareness as he let the woman shine her flashlight over his face and upper body, though she was careful not to send the light directly into his eyes.
"Silver nitrate, delivered to the blood-stream through a bullet vector, much like the ultraviolet rounds for vampires, I suspect." Her voice was a barely audible undertone as she sat back on her heels. A frown creased her face a moment before she pulled a line of tabs from a pocket on her harness, each one containing a liquid-filled capsule. "Before y'ask, industrial-strength pain killers. Two of these, an' the worst of injuries'll feel no more painful than a minor cut. Dad swore by them, an' all I can do t'help is give y'these."
Lucien regarded her silently as he accepted the drugs, though he made no move to use them. "Why are you offering me assistance?"
She shot him a sharp look as she dropped the flashlight back into its belt loop, the light diffusing in the room around them. "Why shouldn't I?"
When he continued to simply look at her, she rolled her eyes. "I'm a research scientist. You're the first werewolf that hasn't tried t'kill me on sight."
And why, oh why, did he not?
