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[detectivetroll]

[A lot of really strange things have been happening to Nick lately, but he can safely say that somehow getting kidnapped on the walk from his aunt's trailer to his car, without actually seeing anyone or even being aware that he'd been knocked unconscious, was pretty much the last thing he was expecting.

So, of course, it's what apparently happened. At this point, Nick's pretty sure he should just stop not expecting things. As soon as he doesn't expect something, that's when it's going to happen.

He takes a quick stock of the situation - not exactly liking the look of the cell he's ended up in, but at least, for some reason, whoever captured him didn't take the duffelbag full of weapons he'd had with him. A peek in the bag says they're all there, along with his both his Glocks. And a try of the doorknob, which'd been half-hearted at best, because he really hadn't expected it to open, proves to be successful.

See? Never expect things.

His cellphone isn't getting any reception, so Nick shoulders his duffelbag and pulls his gun out from its holster before ducking out into the hallway. If he can manage to sneak his way to a place that gets reception, he can call for Monroe or Hank. Or, better yet, maybe he can just find a way out of here.]

[So, uh, nonhumans, let me know if you don't want Nick to be able to tell that your character isn't human? And also feel free to have any nonhumans be able to sense something strange or dangerous/predatory about Nick!]

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[salamandher]

[She really has to learn her way around this place. She knows where the kitchens are. And where her "room" is. Aside from that, it's sort of a blur. Maybe she needs a map.]

[Kara is... just sort of poking around -- trying to find a hallway that looks familiar. 'Scuse her, new guy.]

[detectivetroll]

[And pretty much the second Nick sees her, he moves from loosely holding his gun at his side, just in case, to pointing the gun right the hell at her.]

I have to say, I'm kind of surprised, here. Didn't think this was your style.

[He thought it was more murdering innocent people.]

[salamandher]

[Holy. Shit.]

[The last time someone held a gun on her, it was Warren. And that ended horribly. There's a long, awful pause in which she can only stare, the memories flashing in front of her eyes.]

[And then, out of sheer reflex, the elemental fire lashes out, into the weapon itself. To heat the metal beyond human tolerance.]

[It hadn't worked with Warren. But she can't not try.]

[dominateartimus]

[San was taking a stroll around the barracks until he noticed Nick with his dufflebag and gun.]

Trying to plan the great escape?

[detectivetroll]

[Nick's grip on his gun tightens, but he doesn't actually point it at the guy.]

Working out pretty well so far. Unless you're here to stop me?

[dominateartimus]

Nah, but I've heard that its pointless to do so.

[He gave a short shrug before pocketing his hands.]

I'm just here to watch.

[veggie_wolf]

[Tahlia's got an armful of apples and is on her way back to her room. She's so focused on trying not to drop them, that she doesn't notice the newcomer at first. When she looks up, the first things she sees is the gun in his hand and her eyes widen in alarm. Tahlia cringes, stumbles back, and drops all of her apples.

She realizes belatedly that the gun isn't even pointed at her. Just because he has a gun, doesn't mean he is going to attack. There is something weird about him, something Tahlia can't place, but Tahlia's pretty sure he's not out to get her. She finally offers him a hesitant smile and pretends she didn't just cower in front of him.]

I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new here?

[detectivetroll]

[...that's actually a reaction Nick is pretty used to, especially when he takes a closer look at her and gets a flash of wolf.

He winces. Great job, Burkhardt, scare the kid into dropping her apples.]

Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

[Nick crouches down to start picking up some of the apples, still keeping his distance from her. Both because he doesn't want to scare her more, and because, hey, yeah, still kidnapped. He doesn't feel like she's involved in it, but you never know.]

Were you captured, too?

[veggie_wolf]

No, it's okay! It's not your fault. I just, uh... don't like guns very much.

[Tahlia starts picking up the scattered apples, but she can't help but glance at the gun first.]

Yeah, a few months ago. But my home was basically a prison, so I was kind of captured there too.

[grimmopedia]

[Monroe has been hiding in his room. That's what your supposed to do when you're lost right? Stay put and let Nick find you. At least Monroe found his was back to his room alright.

The second Nick steps out into the hall Monroe smells him. A half a second later Monroe tosses his door open, rushes out and grabs Nick's arm.]

Oh man, I am glad to see you.

[detectivetroll]

[That's exactly what you're supposed to do. That's a very good Monroe. And usually that'd work, except in this case, Nick didn't so much find him as also get kidnapped.

Nick's still kind of on high alert, especially now that he knows there's more people getting taken than just himself, and how powerful those responsible must be, so when his arm is grabbed, he whirls, trying to tear his arm from whatever's holding him at the same time as he brings up his gun to point it at-

And then Monroe's voice registers, and he stops with his gun half raised, lowering it immediately.]

Monroe? Shit, sorry, I guess I'm a little jumpy.

[He smiles slightly, because he's glad to see Monroe, too. Except for the fact that it means that Monroe's been kidnapped as well, which isn't exactly good.]

Are you okay?

[grimmopedia]

Dude, come on. That's close enough for them. And Monroe isn't going to complain how they got found, he's just happy to be found.

Monroe doesn't bother to let go of Nick's arm, but he doesn't tighten up on it anymore. He knows Nick will figure out who's got a hold of him before shooting him.

Oh and here have some sarcasm. And still some arm clinging.]

Oh yeah I'm fine. We're just in a place where people routinely use torches and pitchforks.

[Monroe lets out a slow shaky breath.]

You alright?

[fallintheriver]

[Life at the Keep has really dulled Ezra's reflexes. It's just too peaceful. So by the time he smells something wrong it's already too late, he's turned the corner and is standing maybe four meters away from some human looking guy with a not-so-human smell that something inside of Ezra is telling him he should definitely be wary of.

He stands frozen, eyes darting back and forth from the turn in the corridor to the man in front of him, trying to figure out if he can make it back down there before the guy pulls what he is fairly sure is some kind of gun on him.

Nick, it's pretty clear that this one is more afraid of you than you could ever be of it.]

[detectivetroll]

[Fear is, unfortunately, a pretty common reaction for Nick these days, so he isn't exactly surprised, especially when he looks at the kid and gets a flash of something distinctly not human.

Right. Well, he was pretty much expecting to run into Wesen here, either his captors or other prisoners, and going by the level of fear he's getting here, Nick is going to go with 'other prisoner.'

Nick keeps the gun pointed at the ground, holding his other hand up in a gesture of peace.]

Hey, look, I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I'm just trying to find a way out of here.

[fallintheriver]

You'd probably say that even if you were going to hurt me.

[A gun pointed at the ground is still a gun in your hand, Nick, and Ezra still doesn't trust you. His eyes narrow, and he jerks his head towards the weapon.]

That's a gun, right? I know what those are for. It's not going to help you escape here.

/a bit late, and would you like visibly not human?

[angleofscience]

[Even after all this time, he kind of wishes there were alternate ways to get into the barracks, and his own room. The corridors he has to take, even if he's just about small enough like this to fit in them, still aren't very... comfortable.

And it sometimes makes meeting someone in the corridors awkward, at least depending on size. A human isn't too bad, really (maybe it's just lucky there's so few of his own species... or size in general, around), but turning a corner and almost being run into - or running into - by someone...]

Ah, I apologize.

[He'll just... pull in the wing he'd had at a slightly wide downwards angle. He really shouldn't have it out like that inside, but, well.]

I hope that didn't cause any injuries?

[It shouldn't have, neither of them had been running, but still, walking smack dab into a sheet of metal hitting your midsection...]

late and vastly not human is always welcome! <3

[detectivetroll]

[Yeah, midsection smacking sheet metal is not exactly the best experience, and Nick lets out a grunt more in surprise than in any pain, backing a step away.]

No, I should have-

[And then he's just kind of staring. He blinks, hard, as if he's checking to make sure it's not just his eyesight. Or his Grimm sight, or whatever. No, pretty firmly still there.]

I can safely say you're pretty much the last thing I expected to run across in a medieval castle.

So we're both late, good.

[angleofscience]

[At least he did seem fine, and Jetfire waited as he was stared at, angling his wings out slightly more due to a distracted thought to give a complete impression than in any wish to "show off".]

The level of technology available, at least as far as we know, is rather discordant, isn't it? I can't say it's a situation that suits me either.

[There might have been a small smile on his lips, because that reaction was kind of amusing.]

It doesn't seem as if our "host" pays much attention to where we come from, however.

[allthesame2me]

[Life is starting to get back to 'normal' here around the Keep in Alex's opinion. Though he was still coming to terms with the loss of Chloe, he was definitely happy to have Anders back; having considered that the Mage might not be returning after all.

He wasn't sure he was quite willing to deal with his own boyfriend vanishing and not coming back.

He's just making his way back from the barracks kitchen area, not wanting to wander all the way over to the main Hall, when he catches sight of Nick. If not for his keen eyesight, he might have missed the gun the man was holding at his side, but Alex was feline in every good way and caught sight of the weapon as he can to a halt along the opposite side of the hall.

His nostrils flare slightly and he is wary, yet not fearful. He has yet to get himself shot (stabbed, yes, not shot) and hopes today will not be the day it happens.

You can pick up on non-humans, eh, Nick? Alex is very much a non-human. Everything about the human looking individual reads feline, down to the way he moves and is watching you right now. Can Nick tell if he's a man or woman on sight should actually prove more difficult.

Alex pulls his hands from his jean pockets and holds them up in front of him, watching the man cautiously. His voice is low when he speaks, tone easy and pretty calm considering the whole gun thing.

Probably because he doubts the likelihood of silver bullets.

Sure, a gun shot would hurt either way, but silver was ample times worse.]

You alright there, buddy?

[detectivetroll]

[There's no prickle at the back that says he's not alone, so he doesn't know Alex is coming until he spots him up ahead.

There's a flash almost as soon as Nick looks at him, and that's something Nick recognizes. Cat. Not one he's dealt with before, so not a Lowen, Klaustriech, or Rissfleisch. He's really wishing for his trailer, right about now. Or Monroe, but it's probably better than Monroe isn't here, with his thing against cats.

The Wesen's gender is a little less easy to determine, but Nick isn't particularly concerned with that at the moment. He lives in Portland, man, it's not exactly unusual. He's a little more preoccupied with trying to figure out if Alex means him any harm.

His experience with feline Wesen hasn't exactly been the best, but Nick's not going to let that affect his attitude. For now, he keeps the gun lowered at the ground, body posture on guard, but not threatening.]

Just looking for a way out of here.

[allthesame2me]

[Alex watches the unfamiliar man, not failing to notice that the gun is still out but that it's not yet pointing at him. A plus, without question, in the Were's eyes. His gaze darts from the weapon to the man, taking in the tension in his body and noting it as unmistakably similar to his own.

Forcibly, he makes himself relax, easing the tension from his own shoulders and neck and shifting a bit so he looks less likely to spring or bolt. He knows the gun is still there and recognizes the threat it poses, but nothing will come of a conversation if he doesn't talk to the man.

At the stranger's answer, Alex shakes his head once.]

There isn't a way out of here... well, not the barracks literally, but out of the Keep grounds. Did you read the journal that was on your bedside table?

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Sollux is on his way back towards his room from the library when he turns a corner and spots another human with a gun. He doesn't recognize Nick, but that hardly means anything...however combined with the gun it probably means he's new here.
Oldbies would know how useless they were.*

That's not going to do you any good, you know.

[detectivetroll]

[There isn't much surprise when he sees someone who isn't human in the hall, but that changes when it isn't just a brief flash. Nick's not exactly used to Wesen just walking around, not in their human forms. Then again, one of the few times he saw it happen was the last time he dealt with people getting kidnapped, so it makes sense.]

It'll do me better than nothing.

Nick is free to sense that she's a shifter

[morningfeather]

[quietly slides in here super late Te Ata doesn't sleep in the barracks anymore, but every once in a while she goes back to the barracks to talk to someone.

And on the way out she comes across Nick, recognizing the signs of someone new and disoriented.]

Hello?

\o/ feel free to have her sense something off about him!

[detectivetroll]

[New and disoriented was a pretty common look on Nick for a while, actually. And just when he thought he was starting to get over it, he gets kidnapped off to a medieval castle.

Nick tenses at the voice, but forces himself to relax slightly when he turns towards her. Most likely, she's another prisoner, and he doesn't want to scare, or offend her.

Which may not be quite so easy, when he gets a closer look at her and sees the telltale flash that lets him know she's not human.]

Hey. I don't suppose you know the way out of here?