Tale as Old As Time [Finished]

[CalamityJade]

Meanwhile, it was rather obvious to Obsidian where Lance would have gone. And seeing how Siegfried wasn't in his room, he HAD to have left. So he made his way to Lances room and knocked, rather loudly, on the door.

[yamikuronue]

There's no answer for a long moment, then Lance comes to the door, having hastily thrown a robe over his bare chest; he's still tying it as he opens the door, though he scowls when he sees who it is. "What do you want?"

[CalamityJade]

"A lot of things, Though I'd settle for some sense right now. What the fuck was all that about last night?" Obsidian was not looking like he was going to be calm about this. He had a pretty terrible night and was not about to be run around just because Lance had a bug up his ass.

[yamikuronue]

"What was what about?"

Lance scowls, struggling to remember. Something had happened the night before, that's for sure, and now that he's thinking of it, he vaguely recalls other people being involved. So it's safe to assume Obsidian was there, since he's pissed. He plays it off like he's just being stubborn, turning his scowl into a glare as he struggles to remember.

Something about... Siegfried? "Is Siegfried alright?", he hazards, pushing aside the sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. All morning, he's felt... wrong. Something had definitely happened, and it probably had to do with the traces of blood he'd found on his face when he showered. But there was no proof he'd done anything too terrible, so maybe he'd just had a bit of a rough time on patrol last night. Yeah, that was probably all.

But how did Siegfried...? Dimly, he recalls realizing that he'd been followed, but that's as far as it goes before he more or less blacked out. Vague sensations, like he had been watching television from the bottom of a swimming pool -- everything was muted and far away.

[CalamityJade]

Obsidian gave a bit of a frown, though his anger seemed to ease a bit in his voice. "Yeah, Sieg's fine. Least he was after I left last night. So...what DO you remember? That'll be easier than going over everything."

And it will make figuring out Lance easier. He sure seemed to recognize him, and he was SURE he'd said something while being a wolf, but nothing seems to ever suggest he remembers any of it. There's obviously SOME way since Julie seemed to remember things, but other than that...he had nothing. Obsidian was REALLY tired of being out of the loop.

[yamikuronue]

Lance crosses his arms, hiding growing panic behind his scowl. So there was something else, something important. "None of your goddamn business," he snaps, leaning against the doorframe.

"If you have questions, ask them. You're wasting my time." If he can keep his uncle talking, maybe he can piece together what happened. Maybe the weird, elated, giddy sensation in the back of his mind will go away.

[CalamityJade]

"Like fuck it's not my business. When I have to drive out in the middle of the goddamn night to chase down howling to a gang shoot-out, it sure as HELL is my business." so not much....he was getting defensive and didn't want to say anything...the fact it sounded familiar was a testament to how stupid he'd been being younger.

[yamikuronue]

"Nobody asked you to do that," he snaps, fairly certain it's true. "What, do you jump every time a dog fucking barks?"

This was more familiar, and he starts to relax a hair. Gang fight, right. The Marconis versus the 12th Street Thugs (not to be confused with the 30th Street Thugs, who had splintered off five years back and now denied ever having been part of the larger gang). He'd gotten word it was going down, and like to be messy -- a great chance to test out his healing powers while doing some good. He'd intended to get the drop on the Marconis, who he knew would probably show up early to set up, but the Thugs had wised up as well, and it had gotten real hot real fast. And then.... Siegfried had been there... there had been bullets....

[CalamityJade]

"you're a bit louder than a dog." though right now, just as annoying. "So, what the hell WERE you doing? Or is that a normal night-time activity." Which Obsidian wasn't...entirely sure of. There's no way that Lance was heading there on accident.

[yamikuronue]

"I go out some nights, blow off some steam." He shrugs a shoulder. "It's not like the police can fucking catch me. Ingrates."

Obsidian may remember hearing about a vigilante leaving criminals tied-up for the police...

[CalamityJade]

Obsidian resists the urge to just facepalm. "Of course that's you. Why would you find something sane to blow off steam." he speaks up a little louder. "So you go out and decide to beat the hell out of scumbags and...what, be a fucking superhero?"

[yamikuronue]

"Hardly. I'm a fucking werewolf and a murderer. But I figure, if I gotta blow off some steam I can at least do something productive. At least, until some chucklefuck decides to follow me and get involved."

Siegfried... he can only hope the blood he'd washed off his face wasn't his.

[CalamityJade]

"Which if you told him, he wouldn't have fucking followed you!" Though Obsidian probably would have...though he had sense to get out of a crossfire. "How the fuck do you manage that if you don't REMEMBER anything?"

[yamikuronue]

"The fuck says I don't remember anything?" he snaps. "I'm not having fucking blackouts every week, if that's what you think."

[CalamityJade]

"then what happened? When did I show up? What did you spend all night DOING?"