Tyler Tieran |PF| *They'd been trudging through thick growth for hours. The fog that had been lighter near the shore with the breezes had become denser the farther inland they'd gotten. He'd begun chipping notches out of branches pointing the way back towards shore. As Aryk had glanced at him quizzically, he motioned to the GPS units* Shit's creepy as fuck, man. I ain't trusting technology in this hellhole. If the units go out or something frazzles the shit outta the signal itself, we can take note of where we come out at when this forest ends, and at least try to keep our sense of direction if none of your new buddies are willing to cough up coordinates.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *As he went to continue on, he saw movement from the corner of his eye. Turning, he glanced at where Aryk was pointing. A downed tree, fucking enormous. Glancing up at the sky, which was quickly turning a darker shade of "pissed off", he nodded* You're right, didn't even catch the damn weather, was too focused on reading the signals. Tree's a damn good spot. It'll hold the tent and a campfire without anything getting soaked. *As Aryk gave him another look, he shrugged without answering the unspoken question. He wasn't chatty, no, but hell, he was tired, achy, and didn't want to be caught in whatever bullshit was coming their way. If staying dry meant being polite and not griping as normal, he'd deal.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Didn't mean he was caving to a partner, at any rate. He figured he still had plenty of time to piss off Aryk enough that he'd help convince the General that they couldn't share the toybox. Scowling at the single tent, he dropped his pack under the safety of the tree's canopy.* Your ass better stay on your side of that motherfucker or I can't be responsible for bodily harm. This ain't a sleepover.
Aryk Larson |PF| *Rolling my eyes, I begin to unpack my bag a little when a loud boom echos all around us. My hand immediately goes to the gun hidden under my jacket as I scan the forest. Tyler is doing the same only he seems to be doing a way better job, as his eyes are locked on a target. Moving silently over to his side, I follow his eyes and see a small child hiding behind a tree. This time, however, it isn't a spirit. Another loud boom resounds around us and I eye the slowly darkening forest around us. Lightning flashes in the distance and I realize the booming is actually thunder. I glance back at the child and see that it hasn't moved. Placing my hand against Tyler's shoulder, I slowly sign that I am going to pack the bags up. He gives me a subtle nod but keeps his eyes on the child. It takes me less than a minute to pack everything up. The wind suddenly picks up and the child looks up fearfully. It mumbles something in a language I don't understand. It then points to the mountains and takes off towards them. I glance at Tyler and see his frown. Something is so not right. Suddenly, it begins to rain. At first it is large, slow droplets but then it increases to the point where I can barely see Tyler 2 feet away from me. Grabbing our stuff, we begin to search for another place to camp for the night. Alarmingly, the water begins to collect under our feet very quickly. With this type of terrain, we could easy experience a flash flood.
Aryk Larson |PF| I follow Tyler without asking any questions. In regards to survival in crazy weather, I'll defer to his expertise. He leads us farther and farther up the mountain, but still the water seemed to rise. I take a look back and am shocked to see that the place we were originally going to camp is under 3 feet of water. Tyler motions to pick up the pace and I nod. He looks so calm, like he's picking out a new pair of pants. While I am freaking out, and probably look like I'm about to get a salt water and glass enema. The ground started to get steeper and steeper. My footing seemed to be holding but it was awkward. As opposed to Tyler who could probably be river dancing up this mountain no problem.
Aryk Larson |PF| It's long past dark now and I notice I'm shivering. The wet clothes seem to be sucking every ounce of heat and energy out of me. We finally hit the point where the water can't reach us. Motioning to Tyler* ~I can barely feel my fingers.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *The thunder had at first hidden a small noise. Just a footfall on leaves, but it was out of place enough to have his senses honed in. Giving a terse nod to Aryk, he had the sudden urge to follow the kid. Cocking his head as the child ran, the feeling of freezing rain pelting down had him moving. Taking the slick rocks one step at a time, he sought out the smaller cracks that rain would sluice away from, hoping Aryk would follow his path.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Glancing behind, he inwardly let out a sigh of relief. If he were honest with himself, this was why he never wanted a fucking partner. He'd lost too many men before Psiforce, he wasn't willing to lose a partner after he managed to form a friendship. Already, he was checking on the other male, taking slower steps on the steeper ground as it sloped upwards. Trying to make damn sure he didn't go home to base alone.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Finding a narrow crevice in the steep terrain, he ducked under the low ledge. It angled upward sharply, and was dry. Well, as dry as anywhere would be in this shithole, at any rate. Attention caught, his jaw clenches as he sees Aryk shivering. He hadn't actually noticed it, but he was as well. The rain had numbed him to the core. Now that he was out of it for the most part, his core temperature was bottoming out.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Dangerous for both of them. And their packs were soaked as well.* Get the tent set up. I'll head deeper, see if I can find any dry vegetation under the crevasse. *He walked past the larger outcrop they'd found, onto the narrow ledge. Nothing. Everything was damn well soaked. If this fucking sorcerer, necromancer, whoever the fuck dumb shit was trying to kill them, well... he hadn't met Psiforce agents before. Turning, he headed back to see that Aryk had gotten the tent set up, but his teeth had begun to chatter.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Scowling, he set his pack next to the other males in the driest spot. They couldn't put them in the tent itself, more moisture. Heaving out a breath, he reached for the hem of his shirt, quickly peeling it off to toss it to the top of the packs. Unbuttoning the khaki's, he slid the zipper down before remembering his shoes. Bending, he realized there was no movement from the other side of the small cave type area they'd found. He looked up to catch Ayrk staring at him, a small frown furrowing his brow* Look, you want to die here? I sure as hell don't, so you and I, we're going to get in that fucking tent and pretend we're anywhere but here, got it?
Aryk Larson |PF| *Blinking, I follow Tyler's words and nod awkwardly. This is going to be a bad night. Following Tyler's lead, I decide to turn my back to him as I begin to undress. Luckily, it seemed to be so dark here that I couldn't even see the tent. I climb inside the tent and sit next to Tyler and my shivering hits a whole new level. This is what I get for living in the south. As we are about to zip up the tent, I catch white sparkles out of the corner of my eye and realize it's snowing. Great, awesome, super. As if my penis could get any smaller right now. Laying against the side of the tent, I wish I had my sleeping bag at least, but sadly, it was soaking wet. All we managed to find was one large thermal blanket at the bottom of one of our packs. I took a small part of it not wanting to really touch Tyler. I wasn't 100% sure why I was so against it. Sexual attraction seemed unlikely, I was honestly more worried he'd punch me for touching him, then I'd have a sore face AND be cold. Closing my eyes, I try to sleep but it is almost impossible. I'm so cold by now, my breathing starts coming out in little gasps and it begins to become difficult to move my arms and legs. This was very, very bad.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Scrubbing a hand over his face, he grimaced at the feel of the scruffiness. He needed a damn shave. Stupidest shit to be running through his head at the moment. Spotting Aryk shuddering, the air around the male showing his breath clearly, he cursed* Jesus, agent. *There was nothing to it. He wasn't losing a partner, even if it was one he hadn't particularly wanted. Rolling closer, he yanked the male against him, stretching until their bodies were flush. He knew Aryk had been in a bad way when the agent didn't even fight, just curled against him. Shifting until his face was resting against Aryk's he closed his eyes, opening the darker recesses of his mind, where he could summon his talents at will, with a little persuasion. Slowly but surely, he managed to focus enough to keep fire from actually manifesting, but heating his skin a few degrees at a time. Anything more, and Aryk would go into shock.* Hey. You'd better learn to talk real fast, or lift those damn hands and tell me this shit is working.
Aryk Larson |PF| *I was too cold to actually be shocked at the feel of Tyler's arms around me. It felt oddly nice. Suddenly, a warmth started to emanate from Tyler and I let out a soundless sigh. Reaching over, I gently pat Tyler's shoulder to let him know it was working. Within 20 minutes or so, my shivering diminished and I began to relax. No one had held me like this since I was a kid. Hell, after the age of 6 or so, people barely touched me. Relaxing fully into Tyler's arms, I listened to the wind outside. The storm was at its worse but inside the tent, it was beginning to be warm. A small smile curved my lips. I doubt the necromancer had planned for this.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Letting out a sigh of relief, he went to relax his grip, before it hit him that with the sound of the rampage going on outside, they'd need to conserve what warmth they could so that he wouldn't blow his energy by overusing it tonight. Couldn't afford a nosebleed or to be knocked on his ass in exhaustion. The warmth had to be solely centered on him. And Aryk. Groaning low in the back of his throat, he tugged at the thermal blanket, drawing it completely over them until there was not a speck of light to be seen. It meant they'd likely not be able to communicate, which was dangerous for agents in any situation, let alone one like this where their target was throwing everything he had at them. Lifting one arm to rest his head on it, he curled his other arm loosely around Aryk's waist, trying to keep them as close as possible. Negative space was space that sucked heat.* Can't say this is the most uncomfortable shit I've gotten myself into. Kinda worrying. *The thought had him grinning. Hell, long as he didn't start thinking of some of the shit he'd gotten himself into, they'd be okay. Letting his eyes drift shut, the howling winds around them actually managed to lull him into a halfway decent sleep.*
Aryk Larson |PF| *Jerking awake, I almost begin panicking when I feel tight arms around me. The warm breath from Tyler against my shoulder brings me back to where I am. The wind is barely audible and the air inside the tent is warm, too warm. Unbearably warm. Gently pulling myself away from Tyler, I let the blankets pool around our waists as I unzip the tent. Expecting cool air, I am astounded and a little disappointed when hot, muggy air comes in. Great. Feeling a shift behind me, I look over and see Tyler is wide awake. Signing* ~It's easily almost 90 out. So much for it being cold.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He'd slept well. Better than well. Turning to his back, he stretched as he drifted halfway between sleeping and awake. Hearing a voice, he blinked, staring up at Aryk. Why hadn't he felt the male move? Was he really that damn groggy? Shit. Scratching at his stomach, he yawned, sitting up as he stared out of the small opening in the tent. Cursing, he ran his fingers through his hair in an aggravated motion before he stood. It took him another second to remember he was butt assed naked, as Aryk turned, right about waist level where he was kneeling.* Fucking hell! I hate this job. *Sidestepping Aryk, he bent with his back to the male to retrieve his pants, which were now completely dry. Pulling them up quickly, he rubbed his hands over his face.* We gotta talk, partner. I start lagging today, you're on point, got it? Remember the trees, we need to not rely on our tools to get out.
Aryk Larson |PF| *My mouth went suddenly dry and I averted my gaze as Tyler got dressed. Getting up more slowly, I keep the blanket against my crotch as I find my pants and pull them on. Digging in my bag, I pull out a tight, white tank top and toss it on. It couldn't be later than 8 am but it was already around 100 degrees. This necromancer was a dick. We packed up quickly and began descending back down the mountain. Tyler followed me this time and I dutifully followed his marks on the trees. Our route was in the middle of the forest where it was the hottest. Checking my watch, I see that it's 112 out. Damn. I make us stop so we can hydrate. My tank top is soaked through and clings to me in an annoying way. Lifting the hem up, I use it to wipe my forehead before lowering it. Looking over at Tyler* ~It's getting hot in here. We are going to have to stop more or risk dehydration.~ *I notice that he is beginning to look extremely pale. Walking over to him, I place the back of my hand against his forehead and instantly know he has a fever* ~What can I do to help?~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *They walked for hours. It felt like days. He'd started out okay, but as they kept moving, he'd started lagging. Once they'd stopped, he carefully took small sips of the water. It was searing hot, not quenching his thirst in the slightest, but he knew he had to try and keep it down. As Aryk came closer, he batted the males hand away.* I'm fine. *Going to put the water back into the pouch at his side, he dropped it. Fucking great, fumble fingers. Just what he needed. Holding his hand up, he attempted to keep it steady, and failed. He was shaking. His balance would go next if he wasn't careful. Now wasn't the time to play the fucking hero. He was slightly surprised to see Aryk's worried look though. Hell. Maybe this partner shit wasn't so bad.* We either gotta find shade, cool water, or get the fuck outta this fucking death trap. I'm gonna be worthless if we can't find a way to stave off the heat. Like attracts like. I'm like a goddamned heat lamp at the moment.
Aryk Larson |PF| *Looking around, I nod to myself and begin pulling Tyler's gear off. At his irritated look, I yank harder on his pack until he lets me have it. Putting both packs on the ground, I dig through mine until I find a pair of athletic shorts. I take them out and hold them towards him. Signing quickly* ~Less clothes means you will be cooler. Take all you clothes off except for shoes and these.~ *He looks like he is about to protest when I stop him.* ~You can either do it now, or I'll do it when you pass out.~ *After a quick stare down, he growls and grabs the shorts. I pull out the map while he changes and quickly look for a small lakes down our path. I find three and begin to plan out our route. We need to make it to a certain point today but we won't be going anywhere if Tyler goes down. I can carry our stuff or him but I can't carry our stuff AND him. Nodding to myself, I look up right as Tyler finished packing his clothes away. He looks slightly better but still seems to have a fever. I toss both bags over my shoulder, grab a knife to cut knots into trees, and motion for Tyler to follow me. He has this look on his face between bewildered, pissed off, and sick.* ~I got this. Just follow me.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *When the fuck had the male got so damn mouthy? And could he be mouthy without actually using his mouth? Staring incredulously at his partner, he did as he was told for likely one of this first times in his damn life. Scowling down at the shorts, he made a face. Sadly, the mouthy fuck was right. He was no good to anyone if he went down. He honestly wasn't used to being taken care of. Wasn't used to not pulling his own weight. Hell, his shoulders felt damned empty without the heavy pack situated across them. They'd gone a bit farther when he noticed the headache setting in.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Jaw clenched, he flexed his hands, attempting to find something to focus on. The air was lightening slightly, it didn't feel as unfuckinggodly oppressive. They had to be nearing something. Either water, shade, or the edge of this damned forest. Hell, he'd taken any of those options at the moment. His stomach lurched, and he must have made a noise as he fought it back, since Aryk had turned back to look at him* Fine. Keep... moving. *His heart was racing, far more than it should be for this short trek. As he tried to take a deep breath, he gagged again. Right as he was heading face first, Aryk was there, arm around him as he struggled to catch his footing.* Please fucking tell me we're somewhere safe. Fucks sake.
Aryk Larson |PF| *We were about 5 minutes away from the small lake I found on the map. Dropping the packs, I tuck my gun into the back of my pants and do the same for Tyler. I then place myself in front of Tyler and pull him over my shoulder. Turning towards the lake, I ignore Tyler's complaints and weak attempts to make me put him down. Luckily, I am a jogger so having strain on my legs is nothing new. In a few short minutes, I step out into a clearing where a small, shady pond resides. Walking to the water's edge, I place Tyler down. When I reach to take his shoes off, he slaps my hands away. For the next few minutes, we swat at each other until I push Tyler over and literally sit on him. Fumbling with the laces, I get his shoes and socks off then drag him by a foot over to the water. Plopping his feet in the water, I motion for him to stay there. His face is bright red, either from the heat or anger, I don't know. Jogging back the way we came, I grab our bags and quickly jog back*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He had never had someone lift his ass like he weighed nothing. Respect for Aryk grew slightly. Slightly. That was until the bastard attempted to take his shoes off. Despite fighting, albeit halfheartedly, he ended up growling in irritation as Aryk dragged him to the waters edge. Aryk had made a stay motion with his hand, as if Tyler was some sort of dog needing placated. Fuck that. As soon as Aryk disappeared from sight, he stood on shaking legs, heading deeper into the water. Knowing his luck, there were probably fucking leeches or piranha or something in this damn thing. At the moment, he didn't care. As he got about waist deep, he heard movement from the banks. Aryk, who didn't look happy. Tipping his head back, he let the cooler water wash over him, some of the heat beginning to dissipate from his flesh. Eyeing the water critically, he made a note of how clear it was, and that it appeared to be coming from a natural spring. Taking a chance, he scooped up some in his hand, groaning in pleasure as it hit his tongue. Ignoring Aryk who stood with his arms crossed, Tyler drank his fill before staggering back to drop to the ground* I hate this motherfucker already and I ain't even met him yet. *He still felt queasy as shit. Wiping his mouth, he stared up at the huge leaves overhead, blocking them from the sun* Uh.. thanks.
Aryk Larson |PF| *My lips twitch slightly. I hated this necromancer too. Bending down, I dig through the bags until I find some food pouches. I grab a spoon and hand one to Tyler as I sit down next to him with my own. This was a nice place. Possibly good for a camp. Tapping Tyler gently to get his attention, I sign* ~This would be a good place to rest up. It's just hitting 1 so the hottest part has yet to come. If we wait till dusk, then head out, we'll make better time then in this heat. Even if the snow storm comes again, with your powers, we could probably tough it out and walk through the night.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Taking the pouch from Aryk, he dragged his sorry ass into a sitting position. It would take a few hours for the water to get into his system and for him to stop feeling like death warmed over. By the time night was beginning to fall, he'd be back in decent shape. Digging into the beef ravioli, he made a face* You'd think after all these fucking years they'd manage to make this shitty things taste better. Got 40 different pills for if you can't get your dick to stay hard, but soldiers are still eating shit. *smirking, he shoveled down a few more bites. Crap or not, he was starving. Once he'd finished, he laid back on the vines that interlaced the ground below them.* We'll probably scare the shit outta the scientists on the base, but hell, it's the best shot we got. Bastard has hit mostly during the day. Means he's likely sleeping at night like the rest of the normal people. Good thing we ain't normal. Wonder what else the asshole's got to throw at us? "As soon as he said it, his brain shouted a warning. You don't tempt fate with that shit. Eh, too late now, wasn't it?* Wake me up when we're ready to head out. Should be back to my normal, asshole self by then.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Didn't mean he was caving to a partner, at any rate. He figured he still had plenty of time to piss off Aryk enough that he'd help convince the General that they couldn't share the toybox. Scowling at the single tent, he dropped his pack under the safety of the tree's canopy.* Your ass better stay on your side of that motherfucker or I can't be responsible for bodily harm. This ain't a sleepover.
Aryk Larson |PF| *Rolling my eyes, I begin to unpack my bag a little when a loud boom echos all around us. My hand immediately goes to the gun hidden under my jacket as I scan the forest. Tyler is doing the same only he seems to be doing a way better job, as his eyes are locked on a target. Moving silently over to his side, I follow his eyes and see a small child hiding behind a tree. This time, however, it isn't a spirit. Another loud boom resounds around us and I eye the slowly darkening forest around us. Lightning flashes in the distance and I realize the booming is actually thunder. I glance back at the child and see that it hasn't moved. Placing my hand against Tyler's shoulder, I slowly sign that I am going to pack the bags up. He gives me a subtle nod but keeps his eyes on the child. It takes me less than a minute to pack everything up. The wind suddenly picks up and the child looks up fearfully. It mumbles something in a language I don't understand. It then points to the mountains and takes off towards them. I glance at Tyler and see his frown. Something is so not right. Suddenly, it begins to rain. At first it is large, slow droplets but then it increases to the point where I can barely see Tyler 2 feet away from me. Grabbing our stuff, we begin to search for another place to camp for the night. Alarmingly, the water begins to collect under our feet very quickly. With this type of terrain, we could easy experience a flash flood.
Aryk Larson |PF| I follow Tyler without asking any questions. In regards to survival in crazy weather, I'll defer to his expertise. He leads us farther and farther up the mountain, but still the water seemed to rise. I take a look back and am shocked to see that the place we were originally going to camp is under 3 feet of water. Tyler motions to pick up the pace and I nod. He looks so calm, like he's picking out a new pair of pants. While I am freaking out, and probably look like I'm about to get a salt water and glass enema. The ground started to get steeper and steeper. My footing seemed to be holding but it was awkward. As opposed to Tyler who could probably be river dancing up this mountain no problem.
Aryk Larson |PF| It's long past dark now and I notice I'm shivering. The wet clothes seem to be sucking every ounce of heat and energy out of me. We finally hit the point where the water can't reach us. Motioning to Tyler* ~I can barely feel my fingers.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *The thunder had at first hidden a small noise. Just a footfall on leaves, but it was out of place enough to have his senses honed in. Giving a terse nod to Aryk, he had the sudden urge to follow the kid. Cocking his head as the child ran, the feeling of freezing rain pelting down had him moving. Taking the slick rocks one step at a time, he sought out the smaller cracks that rain would sluice away from, hoping Aryk would follow his path.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Glancing behind, he inwardly let out a sigh of relief. If he were honest with himself, this was why he never wanted a fucking partner. He'd lost too many men before Psiforce, he wasn't willing to lose a partner after he managed to form a friendship. Already, he was checking on the other male, taking slower steps on the steeper ground as it sloped upwards. Trying to make damn sure he didn't go home to base alone.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Finding a narrow crevice in the steep terrain, he ducked under the low ledge. It angled upward sharply, and was dry. Well, as dry as anywhere would be in this shithole, at any rate. Attention caught, his jaw clenches as he sees Aryk shivering. He hadn't actually noticed it, but he was as well. The rain had numbed him to the core. Now that he was out of it for the most part, his core temperature was bottoming out.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Dangerous for both of them. And their packs were soaked as well.* Get the tent set up. I'll head deeper, see if I can find any dry vegetation under the crevasse. *He walked past the larger outcrop they'd found, onto the narrow ledge. Nothing. Everything was damn well soaked. If this fucking sorcerer, necromancer, whoever the fuck dumb shit was trying to kill them, well... he hadn't met Psiforce agents before. Turning, he headed back to see that Aryk had gotten the tent set up, but his teeth had begun to chatter.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Scowling, he set his pack next to the other males in the driest spot. They couldn't put them in the tent itself, more moisture. Heaving out a breath, he reached for the hem of his shirt, quickly peeling it off to toss it to the top of the packs. Unbuttoning the khaki's, he slid the zipper down before remembering his shoes. Bending, he realized there was no movement from the other side of the small cave type area they'd found. He looked up to catch Ayrk staring at him, a small frown furrowing his brow* Look, you want to die here? I sure as hell don't, so you and I, we're going to get in that fucking tent and pretend we're anywhere but here, got it?
Aryk Larson |PF| *Blinking, I follow Tyler's words and nod awkwardly. This is going to be a bad night. Following Tyler's lead, I decide to turn my back to him as I begin to undress. Luckily, it seemed to be so dark here that I couldn't even see the tent. I climb inside the tent and sit next to Tyler and my shivering hits a whole new level. This is what I get for living in the south. As we are about to zip up the tent, I catch white sparkles out of the corner of my eye and realize it's snowing. Great, awesome, super. As if my penis could get any smaller right now. Laying against the side of the tent, I wish I had my sleeping bag at least, but sadly, it was soaking wet. All we managed to find was one large thermal blanket at the bottom of one of our packs. I took a small part of it not wanting to really touch Tyler. I wasn't 100% sure why I was so against it. Sexual attraction seemed unlikely, I was honestly more worried he'd punch me for touching him, then I'd have a sore face AND be cold. Closing my eyes, I try to sleep but it is almost impossible. I'm so cold by now, my breathing starts coming out in little gasps and it begins to become difficult to move my arms and legs. This was very, very bad.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Scrubbing a hand over his face, he grimaced at the feel of the scruffiness. He needed a damn shave. Stupidest shit to be running through his head at the moment. Spotting Aryk shuddering, the air around the male showing his breath clearly, he cursed* Jesus, agent. *There was nothing to it. He wasn't losing a partner, even if it was one he hadn't particularly wanted. Rolling closer, he yanked the male against him, stretching until their bodies were flush. He knew Aryk had been in a bad way when the agent didn't even fight, just curled against him. Shifting until his face was resting against Aryk's he closed his eyes, opening the darker recesses of his mind, where he could summon his talents at will, with a little persuasion. Slowly but surely, he managed to focus enough to keep fire from actually manifesting, but heating his skin a few degrees at a time. Anything more, and Aryk would go into shock.* Hey. You'd better learn to talk real fast, or lift those damn hands and tell me this shit is working.
Aryk Larson |PF| *I was too cold to actually be shocked at the feel of Tyler's arms around me. It felt oddly nice. Suddenly, a warmth started to emanate from Tyler and I let out a soundless sigh. Reaching over, I gently pat Tyler's shoulder to let him know it was working. Within 20 minutes or so, my shivering diminished and I began to relax. No one had held me like this since I was a kid. Hell, after the age of 6 or so, people barely touched me. Relaxing fully into Tyler's arms, I listened to the wind outside. The storm was at its worse but inside the tent, it was beginning to be warm. A small smile curved my lips. I doubt the necromancer had planned for this.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Letting out a sigh of relief, he went to relax his grip, before it hit him that with the sound of the rampage going on outside, they'd need to conserve what warmth they could so that he wouldn't blow his energy by overusing it tonight. Couldn't afford a nosebleed or to be knocked on his ass in exhaustion. The warmth had to be solely centered on him. And Aryk. Groaning low in the back of his throat, he tugged at the thermal blanket, drawing it completely over them until there was not a speck of light to be seen. It meant they'd likely not be able to communicate, which was dangerous for agents in any situation, let alone one like this where their target was throwing everything he had at them. Lifting one arm to rest his head on it, he curled his other arm loosely around Aryk's waist, trying to keep them as close as possible. Negative space was space that sucked heat.* Can't say this is the most uncomfortable shit I've gotten myself into. Kinda worrying. *The thought had him grinning. Hell, long as he didn't start thinking of some of the shit he'd gotten himself into, they'd be okay. Letting his eyes drift shut, the howling winds around them actually managed to lull him into a halfway decent sleep.*
Aryk Larson |PF| *Jerking awake, I almost begin panicking when I feel tight arms around me. The warm breath from Tyler against my shoulder brings me back to where I am. The wind is barely audible and the air inside the tent is warm, too warm. Unbearably warm. Gently pulling myself away from Tyler, I let the blankets pool around our waists as I unzip the tent. Expecting cool air, I am astounded and a little disappointed when hot, muggy air comes in. Great. Feeling a shift behind me, I look over and see Tyler is wide awake. Signing* ~It's easily almost 90 out. So much for it being cold.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He'd slept well. Better than well. Turning to his back, he stretched as he drifted halfway between sleeping and awake. Hearing a voice, he blinked, staring up at Aryk. Why hadn't he felt the male move? Was he really that damn groggy? Shit. Scratching at his stomach, he yawned, sitting up as he stared out of the small opening in the tent. Cursing, he ran his fingers through his hair in an aggravated motion before he stood. It took him another second to remember he was butt assed naked, as Aryk turned, right about waist level where he was kneeling.* Fucking hell! I hate this job. *Sidestepping Aryk, he bent with his back to the male to retrieve his pants, which were now completely dry. Pulling them up quickly, he rubbed his hands over his face.* We gotta talk, partner. I start lagging today, you're on point, got it? Remember the trees, we need to not rely on our tools to get out.
Aryk Larson |PF| *My mouth went suddenly dry and I averted my gaze as Tyler got dressed. Getting up more slowly, I keep the blanket against my crotch as I find my pants and pull them on. Digging in my bag, I pull out a tight, white tank top and toss it on. It couldn't be later than 8 am but it was already around 100 degrees. This necromancer was a dick. We packed up quickly and began descending back down the mountain. Tyler followed me this time and I dutifully followed his marks on the trees. Our route was in the middle of the forest where it was the hottest. Checking my watch, I see that it's 112 out. Damn. I make us stop so we can hydrate. My tank top is soaked through and clings to me in an annoying way. Lifting the hem up, I use it to wipe my forehead before lowering it. Looking over at Tyler* ~It's getting hot in here. We are going to have to stop more or risk dehydration.~ *I notice that he is beginning to look extremely pale. Walking over to him, I place the back of my hand against his forehead and instantly know he has a fever* ~What can I do to help?~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *They walked for hours. It felt like days. He'd started out okay, but as they kept moving, he'd started lagging. Once they'd stopped, he carefully took small sips of the water. It was searing hot, not quenching his thirst in the slightest, but he knew he had to try and keep it down. As Aryk came closer, he batted the males hand away.* I'm fine. *Going to put the water back into the pouch at his side, he dropped it. Fucking great, fumble fingers. Just what he needed. Holding his hand up, he attempted to keep it steady, and failed. He was shaking. His balance would go next if he wasn't careful. Now wasn't the time to play the fucking hero. He was slightly surprised to see Aryk's worried look though. Hell. Maybe this partner shit wasn't so bad.* We either gotta find shade, cool water, or get the fuck outta this fucking death trap. I'm gonna be worthless if we can't find a way to stave off the heat. Like attracts like. I'm like a goddamned heat lamp at the moment.
Aryk Larson |PF| *Looking around, I nod to myself and begin pulling Tyler's gear off. At his irritated look, I yank harder on his pack until he lets me have it. Putting both packs on the ground, I dig through mine until I find a pair of athletic shorts. I take them out and hold them towards him. Signing quickly* ~Less clothes means you will be cooler. Take all you clothes off except for shoes and these.~ *He looks like he is about to protest when I stop him.* ~You can either do it now, or I'll do it when you pass out.~ *After a quick stare down, he growls and grabs the shorts. I pull out the map while he changes and quickly look for a small lakes down our path. I find three and begin to plan out our route. We need to make it to a certain point today but we won't be going anywhere if Tyler goes down. I can carry our stuff or him but I can't carry our stuff AND him. Nodding to myself, I look up right as Tyler finished packing his clothes away. He looks slightly better but still seems to have a fever. I toss both bags over my shoulder, grab a knife to cut knots into trees, and motion for Tyler to follow me. He has this look on his face between bewildered, pissed off, and sick.* ~I got this. Just follow me.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *When the fuck had the male got so damn mouthy? And could he be mouthy without actually using his mouth? Staring incredulously at his partner, he did as he was told for likely one of this first times in his damn life. Scowling down at the shorts, he made a face. Sadly, the mouthy fuck was right. He was no good to anyone if he went down. He honestly wasn't used to being taken care of. Wasn't used to not pulling his own weight. Hell, his shoulders felt damned empty without the heavy pack situated across them. They'd gone a bit farther when he noticed the headache setting in.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Jaw clenched, he flexed his hands, attempting to find something to focus on. The air was lightening slightly, it didn't feel as unfuckinggodly oppressive. They had to be nearing something. Either water, shade, or the edge of this damned forest. Hell, he'd taken any of those options at the moment. His stomach lurched, and he must have made a noise as he fought it back, since Aryk had turned back to look at him* Fine. Keep... moving. *His heart was racing, far more than it should be for this short trek. As he tried to take a deep breath, he gagged again. Right as he was heading face first, Aryk was there, arm around him as he struggled to catch his footing.* Please fucking tell me we're somewhere safe. Fucks sake.
Aryk Larson |PF| *We were about 5 minutes away from the small lake I found on the map. Dropping the packs, I tuck my gun into the back of my pants and do the same for Tyler. I then place myself in front of Tyler and pull him over my shoulder. Turning towards the lake, I ignore Tyler's complaints and weak attempts to make me put him down. Luckily, I am a jogger so having strain on my legs is nothing new. In a few short minutes, I step out into a clearing where a small, shady pond resides. Walking to the water's edge, I place Tyler down. When I reach to take his shoes off, he slaps my hands away. For the next few minutes, we swat at each other until I push Tyler over and literally sit on him. Fumbling with the laces, I get his shoes and socks off then drag him by a foot over to the water. Plopping his feet in the water, I motion for him to stay there. His face is bright red, either from the heat or anger, I don't know. Jogging back the way we came, I grab our bags and quickly jog back*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He had never had someone lift his ass like he weighed nothing. Respect for Aryk grew slightly. Slightly. That was until the bastard attempted to take his shoes off. Despite fighting, albeit halfheartedly, he ended up growling in irritation as Aryk dragged him to the waters edge. Aryk had made a stay motion with his hand, as if Tyler was some sort of dog needing placated. Fuck that. As soon as Aryk disappeared from sight, he stood on shaking legs, heading deeper into the water. Knowing his luck, there were probably fucking leeches or piranha or something in this damn thing. At the moment, he didn't care. As he got about waist deep, he heard movement from the banks. Aryk, who didn't look happy. Tipping his head back, he let the cooler water wash over him, some of the heat beginning to dissipate from his flesh. Eyeing the water critically, he made a note of how clear it was, and that it appeared to be coming from a natural spring. Taking a chance, he scooped up some in his hand, groaning in pleasure as it hit his tongue. Ignoring Aryk who stood with his arms crossed, Tyler drank his fill before staggering back to drop to the ground* I hate this motherfucker already and I ain't even met him yet. *He still felt queasy as shit. Wiping his mouth, he stared up at the huge leaves overhead, blocking them from the sun* Uh.. thanks.
Aryk Larson |PF| *My lips twitch slightly. I hated this necromancer too. Bending down, I dig through the bags until I find some food pouches. I grab a spoon and hand one to Tyler as I sit down next to him with my own. This was a nice place. Possibly good for a camp. Tapping Tyler gently to get his attention, I sign* ~This would be a good place to rest up. It's just hitting 1 so the hottest part has yet to come. If we wait till dusk, then head out, we'll make better time then in this heat. Even if the snow storm comes again, with your powers, we could probably tough it out and walk through the night.~
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Taking the pouch from Aryk, he dragged his sorry ass into a sitting position. It would take a few hours for the water to get into his system and for him to stop feeling like death warmed over. By the time night was beginning to fall, he'd be back in decent shape. Digging into the beef ravioli, he made a face* You'd think after all these fucking years they'd manage to make this shitty things taste better. Got 40 different pills for if you can't get your dick to stay hard, but soldiers are still eating shit. *smirking, he shoveled down a few more bites. Crap or not, he was starving. Once he'd finished, he laid back on the vines that interlaced the ground below them.* We'll probably scare the shit outta the scientists on the base, but hell, it's the best shot we got. Bastard has hit mostly during the day. Means he's likely sleeping at night like the rest of the normal people. Good thing we ain't normal. Wonder what else the asshole's got to throw at us? "As soon as he said it, his brain shouted a warning. You don't tempt fate with that shit. Eh, too late now, wasn't it?* Wake me up when we're ready to head out. Should be back to my normal, asshole self by then.