The Change [open]

[pretty_lethal]

Neither Rachel nor Marco had any real trust in the medical situation they'd both been forced into. It seemed like they had been tricked and betrayed; and it meant that there were instantly a few more people crossed off their list of who they should trust when they escaped. In fact-- it left them at each other, it seemed, when they did escape from medical, two cockroaches slipping out of sight while medical was distracted from them.

Of course, this was compounded by the fact that several communications posts went up shortly after-- one announcing a Quarantine (thankfully they'd gotten out in time for that) and one announcing their abilities to the crew to warn them. And then things got worse-- Marco's morphing began to get weird, and Rachel... literally split into two.

This wasn't going well.

((ooc: As Blue's OOC post said, we need to make sure that only the people signed up for taking the two 'groups' (Nice Rachel and Marco in one corner, just Mean Rachel in the other) to Quarantine are the ones who actually do that. Other than that, feel free to try and do it! Tag under the header for whoever you want to thread with and feel free set the scene, and ours will enter in. :) ))

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[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"She can talk in your head," Hiccup said, knife out and ready. He was slightly behind Astrid and off to the side, out of the way of her axe-swing (he knew exactly how long her swing was after being the smith that handled fixing up her axe) but where Rachel would have to go through Astrid to get to him.

It wasn't so much that he was using Astrid as a human barricade as he was in a good position where he was blocked off, out of Astrid's way, and if she got knocked down again, he'd also be in the perfect position to lunge in and have a go at the great cat himself to help her.

"And she can change into other things than this."

Good job, Hiccup, getting in trouble this time. Crazy shapeshifters. A+ for effort.

[psychicbear]

The cheetah that was Mean Rachel wobbled for a moment more, trying to regain her footing. She was still hurting from that, but she was certainly not ready to give up, just yet.

< I'll kill you, > she seethed again, continuing to drive that point home. Why did that stupid girl have the ax and shield in her way?! She had to get them!

She dove forward again, this time trying to jump over the shield, though her run was a bit slower-- no space to build up, plus injured legs, wasn't very conducive to a strong leap.

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it seems it can never be as simple or mundane as 'Hiccup is attacked by a squirrel', can it? But a shapeshifting berserker of all things. It's rather absurd. It was a bothersome overgrown feline... but it's exotic coat was fetching.

"We can't even take it's fur?" Astrid grumbled under her breath.

This time she would go on the offensive. With a snarl that guaranteed she had no intent on being knocked down a second time, she aligned the shield, putting the weight of not just her aching arm, but the entire left side of her body into it as she rushed Rachel to perform a shield ram. A attempt to disrupt the beast's movement, and, hopefully, daze it for another moment longer.

Astrid wouldn't be finished handing the cheetah a maw full of shield, of course. There was a plan. Following up after the ram, she was ready to overwhelm Rachel with shield, and behind its protection find an opening from the shield's circumference just so she could flip her axe and deliver repeated stabbing blows to the snout and cranium area with the end of the axe handle. Ouch.

Can't kill it, he said. Well there were other methods.