House Guest

Summary:
September 21 2014: Sara Pezzini has an unusual house guest

Sara's Apartment

A nice brownstone apartment formerly belonging to Sara's great Aunt


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Sara's Apartment. Current residence of one Sara Pezinni, the Witchblade and the Spear of Destiny (in a the broom closet of neglect). Brooklyn isn't a bad place to live and while this place isn't a luxury flat, it's probably safe to say that Sara's put at least a bit of work into making it a home. It's probably also safe to say that she doesn't get very many visitors that she doesn't specifically invite. Which is why it may be a surprise for her when she finds a ten foot long wolf in her living room, black as midnight with eyes like spent embers. He might be a fairly fearsome presence, well, in fact he probably is, but it's someone mitigated by the fact that he's laying on his side, bleeding from a dozen cuts and breathing heavily.

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Sara's place is a weathered old brownstone, inherited recently from a great aunt, on the edge of the neighborhoods that are being gentrified. Inheritance is definitely the only way she was going to get it. Unfortunately, she rarely gets a chance to get a good look at it, as often as she works late. And she's been trying to cook, rather than order take out all the time, but as it's late, tonight she's coming back with a bag of Thai food, which ends up on the floor when she opens the door to find…a giant wolf taking up the living room. Awesome.

The Witchblade sheathes her forearm and a gun snaps into her hand in the split second it takes her to recognize the wolf. "One bark if whatever did this is still here, Lassie," she says as she kicks the door shut behind herself, scanning the room quickly.

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The wolf looks up, rather sardonically amused. "No, your apartment is, so far as I can tell, secure. I just got her about five minutes ago…" Fenris takes a deep breath and blows out a sigh. "Sorry to drop in on you like this, Detective Pezzini. Unusual circumstances." Fenris' nature is such that if badly enough injured he immediately vanishes away to a safe place. Unfortunately, he doesn't have any control over where that is. Apparently his magic considers Sara's home safe.

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"Secure, except for the presence of a giant talking wolf." Sara clips her gun back into its holster, sighing as she flips on the lights and goes to pick up the Thai food. "Hold still, I'll grab the first aid kit and see what I can do. You going to be interested in some pad thai when you're done bleeding on the floor?" She walks carefully around the wolf, setting the Thai in the kitchen before starting down the hall toward the bathroom.

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"Depending on your point of view," Fenris deep voice rumbles. "A giant wolf might make your home even more secure. Granted, I don't cut a very intimidating figure right now." He's pretty badly cut up. Deep gashes on his shoulders, over his flanks, his legs, a stab wound near (but not in) his heart that is oozing rather steadily. All in all he looks rather like he's been through hell. Still, those red eyes look mildly amused. He is, in fact, amused that he should end up here of all places.

"Perhaps. It does smell rather good and I've not been to Siam in an age."

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"You're still big," Sara assures the wolf as she comes back down the hall with a first aid kit. She crouches down next to him, giving him a long, dry look. "Feel free to let me know if this isn't going to accomplish anything before I start," she notes, digging in for some hydrogen peroxide. "Because it's probably going to hurt, no matter what."

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"It probably won't accomplish anything. I'll still need to heal. Sadly. But I've never turned down people's good intentions before." Fenris smiles, laying his head down. "Sorry to drop in on you like this. It wasn't exactly my choice…" He trails off, looking about. "Nice place, if I may say so, though." The great black wolf is bleeding, of course, though less than you might think for the amount of wounds he has and how severe they are.

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"It was my great-aunt's," Sara explains with a flicker of a smile, starting to clean out the wounds. "She got married young, and when he died, she was one of those stubborn old spinsters who didn't care what anyone else said. She figured I'd make good use of the place. Giant god-wolves probably weren't what she expected, but hey." That smile flashes again, and she shakes her head. "Not your choice, how? Because if you tell me this place is sitting on some sort of portal, I'm going to be seriously disappointed."

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Fenris chuckles. "Mmmm. Nothing quite that inconvenient. When I am badly injured, I vanish and appear in a safe place to heal. But I don't get to pick where. Usually it's just the closest safe place. Apparently my magic thinks your home is a safe place." He draws in a breath and lets it out slowly as the peroxide goes to work. "I'm locked in this form until I heal too, and a lot weaker than usual, you should know."

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"I'm not sure why you're telling me that. Are you trying to convince me to take advantage of you? Because the red, glowing thing isn't exactly what people mean when they talk about puppy dog eyes," Sara says as she continues to clean, folding some clean gauze over the larger wounds before using ace bandages to hold them in place. "You're probably not wrong, though. This is a safe place, as such things go. What took this kind of chunks out of you?"

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"Three Elder Demons. Who are no longer with us. Summoning in Gotham got a bit out of hand." Fenris gives Sara a wolfish grin. "Weak doesn't mean helpless. Though comes to that I can barely walk at the moment and since I'm locked in this form I maaaaay be stuck here for a day or two until I'm sufficiently healed to assume a shape that won't send animal control into an apocalyptic tizzy." How, exactly, Sara would take advantage of him is a question that Fenris is quietly curious about.

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"Show off." Sara does a bit more patching, then leans back, pushing a hand through her hair. "Good thing I don't have a landlord, I guess. They don't take so well to tenants who suddenly have pet dire wolves. Notice how I don't actually worry that a friend or someone might walk in on this. Anyone who shows up at my place knows better than to be surprised. Did you summon three Elder demons, or did you just interrupt someone else's failed attempt?"

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"If ever I needed to summon demons, I'd stick to the norse variety. No, this was an attempt to weaken the barrier between us and the Elder Gods. I arrived too late to prevent the summoning itself and had to settle for cleaning up after the idiots who did it. Who, I am rather satisfied to say, are also no longer with us." Fenirs glances toward the door wondering what kind of company Sara keeps that this would not surprise them. It is, after all, a fairly unusual sight even for a paranormal detective.

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Sara doesn't get a lot of visitors. It's pretty much the partner who's literally been through hell, and the super soldier boyfriend who's been thawed out of seventy years of sleep. "That's for the best, really," she snorts softly at Fenris' explanation. "Speaking of that sort of thing, though, Paul and Constantine and I were just talking the other day about that problem. And how the people with a bent for the mystical should probably get together and have a sit-down about it. See if we can come up with a solution together."

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Fenris nods slowly. "Not a bad thought. My hunting grounds are getting rather too messy for my tastes and I've been kept busy enough squashing summonings to attend to the root of the matter, whatever it is. Someone is stirring this up on purpose, I'm relatively convinced, but I've not yet been able to figure out who." He pauses with a stretch and wince. "Constantine, mmmm? And people think I have a lot of irons in the fire. That man… mmm. He's got a fairly fearsome reputation."

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"Yeah?" Sara quirks a brow, shrugging. "I've got a feeling he's the sort who knows how to let someone else do the dirty work. Speaking as someone who did the dirty work while he looked for a light for his cigarette," she ads, amused. "He definitely seems to have some interesting tricks up his sleeve, though. And a whole lot of information. Whereas folks like me and Paul don't have much in the way of information, but we've got plenty of muscle. Or I do. We're still working on figuring out Paul."

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"I don't believe I've had the pleasure." Fenris murmurs in that way that people do when it might be a pleasure and it might not be. It all depends, really. "But I'd be happy to meet him. I've got a lot of experience to offer and a fair bit of muscle. My magic isn't as good as others but it'll do for most applications." Weak for a god's magic, to be sure, but more than good enough for most mortal situations.

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"Sounds good," Sara nods, cleaning up the first aid kit and pushing up from the floor. "So that's you, me, Paul, Constantine." She pauses, grimacing, as she puts the kit away. "Paul asked me to talk to Jason. That's going to be kind of awkward. And Constantine had someone else in mind he seemed a bit reluctant about, but I didn't ask for any of the details."

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"I have an ally in a minor hell realm, but she's frequently busy with fairly important things. Still, if this turns in particular directions it might be wise to speak to her. There's also a rather pleasant witch living in Flushing Meadows Park by the name of Rain who might be helpful." The Old Wolf pauses, grimacing as he shifts to his side. "Mmmmm. There may be one or two others bt thats what I can think of off the top of my head."

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"Illyana, right?" Sara guesses in regards to rulers of minor hell realms. "I stumbled into that place once. Weird, but…I guess any hell realm you can walk out of," she shrugs. "Bottom line, there are a lot of people who deal with these sorts of things, and they've all got their own side projects. But if things from the other side are breaking through like this, so much that no one can really keep up? Then maybe it's time we all take a look at what we're doing here."

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"That's her. Have you met? I've not been in to see her in a bit. In any case, I think that's perhaps wise, Sara. But will others see it so? The reason this kind of thing does not often happen is because Magical types tend to be untrusting, secretive and antisocial." Fenris smiles and laughs a bit, carefully. "Some stereotypes are true, I'm afriad."

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"I don't think I actually met her, but I'm pretty sure Paul has. He's a little more up on his hell realms than I am, lately." Sara heads into the kitchen, taking out the pad thai and putting some on a plate, and some in a smaller bowl. The plate gets set down in front of the wolf while she curls up in a corner of the couch with a jingle of her wrist. "Balance between the primal forces of darkness and light. I think I can handle a few cranky old wizards."

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Fenris chuckles. "Oh good. In that case I'll leave discipline and order of the meeting to you. Unless you plan on holding it here though I rather doubt I'll be up to going anywhere in the next couple of days." The large wolf leans over and starts to eat, carefully so as not to jostle his wounds or get more food on the floor than is necessary. "You reacted rather well to my presence here by the way. This kind of thing happen often?"

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"Usually I have to kill whatever it is, so this is sort of a plus," Sara admits, starting in on her own food. "Giant talking wolf is not the weirdest part of most of my days. Ever since I got this thing," she jangles her wrist again, "Life's just gotten weirder and weirder. Demons. Angelus warriors. Cults. Secret government agencies. Would-be gods. Actual gods. I mean, cops get jaded as it is. You add the rest of it…"

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"And it's a wonder that you haven't turned into a Chinese knick-nack." Fenris chuckles. Jade. Heh. "How are you holding up with it?" The question is surprisingly gentle. After a moment the great wolf clarifies. "You are not the first bearer of the Balance I've met. It tends to be very hard on those it chooses, sadly. Most of them were very good women."

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"Or at least they started out that way?" Sara provides with a brief, rueful smile. "I'm all right. It took some getting used to, but I think we're coming to terms with each other. Then again, it's only recently that I've really…committed myself to figuring it out. Rather than just using it when things happen. I've been trying to practice instead of just reacting to whatever I run into."

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"That'll probably extend your life expectancy, which is good." The Old Wolf nods approvingly. "Bearers are only human. The forces on either side of the balance are decidedly not. It's no surprise that sometimes things have gone… rather badly, mmm?"

Fenris looks sad for just a moment, remembering some things. "Then again, sometimes they do well"

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"The balance itself isn't exactly benign, either," Sara points out, dry. "It's kind of like a really shitty boyfriend sometimes. Gets you wrapped up in all sorts of things that aren't any good for you. Kind of abusive if you slip. Not reliably there for you, especially if the mistake is your fault. But you can't cut it loose, because God only knows what it might do to the next girl. Although it's been better lately. Less of the voices. Less of the pull to destroy things for no good reason."

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Fenris nods slowly. "Good. You're getting acclimated. That's… well as with most things with the balance it's something of a mixed blessing. But you seem as capable a bearer as I've known, so I'm confident you can find your way." Beat. "That said, if ever you find yourself with questions or in need of someone with a longer view of things, do let me know."

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"I'll keep that in mind," Sara says with a faint smile. "We get along all right. New tricks every now and then, even." She pauses, a forkful of pad thai almost in her mouth. "Oh, hey. Do you know anything about buzzards?"

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"Actual vultures or metaphorical ones." Fenris looks up from a bite of food. "Or supernatural ones. Possibly. I've dealt with all three in the past though the third are not precisely common. Not much to be gained out of being an obvious supernatural scavenger." There are plenty of less obvious ones as Sara probably knows only too well.

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"The last two, most likely," Sara clarifies. "I sort of had a…run-in a little bit ago. Something about Hollows. About destroying things to return balance. And, you know. If I was going to fall for that pitch, I probably would have six years ago. But you can only hear that in the back of your mind for so many years before you start to tune it out, you know?"

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"Interesting. Did they manifest as actual buzzards?" Fenris lays his head back down on the carpet in the manner of a dog resting, ignoring the many wounds covering him right now. "Very interesting. I can look into that for you certainly. It rings a bell though I am not entirely sure why just at the moment."

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"It was just the one, really. Very…big, and ancient feeling. Not very technical terms, I know," Sara grimaces. "But I'd kind of been hoping it was all over. None of it ended the way I hoped it would. A lot messier than I was happy with." She takes another bite, shaking her head. "Anyhow. Is there, uh. Anything you're going to need?"

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"A large, ancient feeling 'vulture'." Fenris quirks a canine brow and thinks. He's not exactly a vulture. Buuuuuut…

"Did he give a name? And was it Corvinus, by chance?" If Bhudda Bird has been causing problems for the good Detective, Fenris may well have to go have an extended chat with him. A very, very extended one.

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Sara arches a brow at that. "No, no name. Corvids are ravens, though, aren't they?" Maybe she misheard. Or maybe the detective is a little bit smarter than most people give her credit for.

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The Old Wolf nods. "Just checking. There is a raven like being I've met before that almost meets your description, except for the vulture part. I don't know that he'd be making trouble for you. Or whispering for you to destroy things, though he does certainly get excited about certain topics…" The wolf glances up. "I'll look into it. When I'm able to move."

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"When you're able to move," Sara agrees with a wry smile, shaking her head slightly. "You need anything? Pillow? Blanket? Bowl of water?" She unfolds from the couch, pausing to pick up the other plate as she heads for the kitchen to put the dishes in the sink and the leftovers in the fridge.

"Your hospitality has already been more than generous, though some water would be appreciated." Fenris sighs and settles in. "I am sorry to have to impose upon you like this, though."

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"Call it crash karma," Sara calls from the kitchen, rummaging for a suitable bowl and filling it with water. "I've had to drag my injured ass to a few places recently. Probably fair to pass it on to someone else who needs some help." There's a pause as she returns, a rueful smile curving. "Sorry I don't have any mansions for you to crash in, though."

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"I've never required such things." Fenris chuckles. "I'd rather a home that is actually a home than a mansion that exists only to disply ones wealth and success, but is cold and hard as the gold it was purchased with." The wolf blinks. "Sorry. I wax poetic. I'll make it up to you though, if you'd like."

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"You know, I don't disagree," Sara chuckles, dropping off the water and disappearing down the hall to rummage around in a linen closet. If he's paying attention, he may notice the feel of something much more powerful than most linen closets inside there, but all she returns with is a pillow and a blanket. "But I will say, they do usually have damn nice beds."

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"I will have to take your word for that. I'm unlikely to be welcome in any myself in the near future." Fenris adjusts himself to make placing the pillow and the blanket eaiser. He smiles up at the detective. "Thank you, again. It's nice to be dealing with someone who isn't terrified of me."

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"What, of a giant wolf? The only giant wolves I worry about are the ones that turn out to be strays in the park that I end up spending three days tracking down because someone thinks it's the wolf man," Sara assures with a smirk, arranging the pillow and blanket carefully. "Do me a favor, though, and let me know if someone comes to the door. Not that that's a thing that happens all that much or anything, but I figure it's probably polite to warn people about the giant wolf in the living room before they come in and have a heart attack."

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"If they do," Fenris grins jokingly. "We could always bargain with my sister to get them back. But I shall do so. I imagine you wish to keep your friends friendly, as well as living. And certainly I'm no fan of getting further injured."

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"And if they're not friends, you can have them for lunch," Sara offers generously. "But for now, I should get to sleep. Shift in the morning. If you're up when I get up, I'll show you how to work the TV."


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