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Strange Noises & Too Many Legs

WHO: Jon, Tony, Cal, Cayde & probably YOU? (some closed and an open prompt in here)
WHERE: Not!Library, Safehouse, Control Shed
WHAT: Giant spiders are invading the city and one Archivist doesn't have a good time.
WHEN: Spider Invasion Event thingie
WARNINGS: violence, injuries, idiocy, possibly huge spiders? No mothcats are being hurt.

Day 1 - Not!Library [ closed to Cal, later Tony ]

"Countess! S-stop it-- C-Countess!! I- OW!" Jon tries to duck from a set of clawed paws coming down on his head again, carried by a pair of fluttering wings before the winged feline with its long, feathered tail pushes away again with an agitated hiss and lands on the side of a nearby shelf, wings and feathers spread open wide while she hisses in a display of intimidation and fury. Jon looks up at the animal from where he has tried to crouch down in confusion, unsure what to make of the situation.

And he thought it would just be another, well... Day. But apparently the creature that has taken to live in the library as well has decided it doesn't agree with his presence or something. Haven't they been getting along just fine?

He carefully raises a hand towards the mothcat, attempting to calm her down again. "Look. I- I know you like to nap between these shelves, but I- W-well. Sometimes I have to walk between them? We both live he--AHHH!!" No, he doesn't even get to finish his sentence before the Countess pounces onto his hand and arm and sink claws as well as teeth into it viciously and tearing that scream of shock and pain from the Archivist.

Day 2 onward - Safehouse [ OPEN ]

When Jon wakes up, everything hurts. His head, his toes and everything between those parts. Heck, even his teeth hurt. It takes him a moment longer to realize another thing: He is alive. And that's the thought that really pushes itself into the foreground when he finally opens his eyes to figure out where exactly he is waking up.

The following days Jon remains at the safehouse. To recover and also gather information about what is going on, whether it be over the network by replying to people, or from those stepping by the safehouse themselves. Even though it quickly becomes obvious that its service is only really needed during the night. At the same time it's winter in Temba and the nights are clearly longer than the days and even the strongest among their group will need a night without having to deal with massive spiders every once in a while.

And so Jon will offer company for now. And maybe information. And maybe, maybe he can figure out what's the reason for all these spiders to suddenly attack the city...

Towards end of event - Control Shed [ closed to Tony & Cayde ]

It has been a quick audio message: 'I believe this is our fault. Has either of you noticed the countdown stopping? Meet me at the control room.'

Sending the message has been quicker than walking all the way back to the tower while still not fully recovered. Jon does his best to hide the limp, though, and he hopes they can get this fixed before it gets dark again and they end up getting attacked while stuck in that little shed that hardly offers any protection at all.

Jon makes a point to carefully avoid the nearby tower's area of effect when heading back to the hidden little building, pretty much expecting the other two to already be there by the time he arrives.

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It's just one of those feelings that you just can't shake. For those attuned to certain energies, they might even go so far as to hazard that there's a disturbance. It's exactly in that sense that Cal finds himself distracted from his usual routine.

He's already heading towards the direction of the diner when he feels the spike panic, and in a quiet, empty place like Temba, any such emotions are relatively easy to pick up out of the normal calm. BD-1 clings to his harness tightly as the padawan suddenly bolts for the library, and it's he's just barely through the door when he hears Jon's scream.

"Jon-?!" he calls out, already making a beeline for the Archivist's position, easily sensing where he and the mothcat are. He comes around the end of the row of shelves, nearly skidding to a halt. He remembers the winged feline, but the way she's acting currently goes against anything he'd ever felt from her when she'd first thought to pester Jon.

The Countess releases Jon's hand the moment Cal arrives and calls out to the man, her attention snapping between both but her bristling and growling not ceasing. Jon, on the other hand, takes the chance to scramble away and towards the Padawan, holding his injured hand with a wincing expression. "Thank god, Cal! I- I don't know what's wrong with her!"

Jon hasn't even reached Cal when the mothcat flies up and quickly comes diving back down to lash out at the retreating Archivist, who at least manages to dodge that swoop, but not without a little shriek. "Jesus Christ, Countess!"

Jon's words have Cal glancing from the Archivist back to the mothcat, BD-1 trilling worriedly over his shoulder. "Look out!" he shouts as the winged feline swipes at the retreating man, hurrying to Jon's side before she can try again.

"Easy there," he says, addressing Countess, holding his hands up as he tries to keep between her and Jon. "It's okay, it's just us..." His brow furrows. "Something's agitating her. When did she start acting like this?"

"I- I don't know. I just... I came back up and- She attacked me." Jon explains with a grimace of confusion and a worried look at the mothcat, who flutters from one side to the other in front of Cal, tail feathers spread wide and growling. "Maybe she's getting territorial? I'm not certain this is fear I'm getting from her, but-"

It's that moment Countess strikes, trying to latch onto Cal's hand this time in a very similar manner she has bestowed upon Jon's, who flinches at the animal's sudden movement. "Please don't hurt her!"

"I don't think it's a matter of territory," Cal says grimly, unsure of how he's certain of this, but standing by his senses. He's at least ready for her when she pounces, shifting his arm enough that Countess won't clamp down on his hand directly, but the leather bracer around his right wrist. BD-1 squeals in alarm, staying tensed behind the padawan aa Cal watches for those claws, wincing at the raw ferocity coming from the mothcat. He doesn't want to hurt her either.

"Countess, it's us, it's okay," he says softly, trying to maintain some air of calm in hopes of countering the anger that seems to seethe from the cat. He's not as good with animals as Obi-Wan, but he's had decent experience with them...so long as they weren't bent on killing him outright. Countess had been playful and quite approachable, so to see her change so much and without warning is troubling.

The mothcat gives an angry yowl and bites and kicks at the piece of leather between her claws, unaware that this doesn't actually hurt Cal. The sound as well as the aggressiveness displayed by her still make Jon wince. "...maybe she wants to be left alone?" Not that he would know for certain, but he's aware that cats can be finicky. And in many ways this winged creature still behaves very much like a regular cat.

Not impressed with either Cal's attempt to talk to her or hearing Jon speak up from behind the Padawan, Countess pauses her assault on Cal's arm, hisses again angrily and flies up high to briefly vanish on one of the higher shelves. At least for a moment. Her head is quick to pop back into view with yet another angry hiss.

It's not that wide a wrist-piece, but it seems that the winged cat responds to having something tougher to gnaw at. Cal feels claws skim his arm as she goes all at it, thankful that she's not heavy, though he has to be careful of her flailing all the same.

"It feels like something's bothering her. Almost like she's in pain...but I can't sense anything physically wrong," Cal says carefully as he steps back once his arm's released, shaking out his hand. His eyes drift up towards the shelves where Countess has disappeared to, and he can't help but freeze slightly when she pops out again to hiss at them. BD-1 lets out a low whistle.

"...let's give her space," he suggests as he gestures with his other hand back at Jon, vaguely in the direction of the door. He's not so sure he trusts turning his back on the mothcat in this state so he's keeping an eye on her as they go.

The suggestion that the animal might be in pain makes Jon cast a concerned look up and delays his response a few moments. Yet he still nods his agreement. "...yeah. That may be for the best for now."

He dislikes the notion of leaving the animal to potentially suffer, but their presence seems to upset her and there is a chance they can figure out more while not having to dodge her attacks. So with his attention on the mothcat as well, Jon backs away towards the exit, one hand up against Cal's shoulder for guidance, muttering, "I have never seen a cat act like this unprovoked. Also, thanks, Cal. I'm not sure she would have let me go if you had not shown up..."

"Wild animals are unpredictable. I've run into more than a few on the planets I've been to. Most of them were pretty hostile. This? It seems different. A reaction, maybe, but to what, I'm not sure," Cal frowns, eventually turning once they've gotten closer towards the door.

"Glad I got here when I did. I sensed your panic." He looks at Jon as they step outside. "You all right? She got a pretty good hold of you there."

"A reaction..." Jon echoes with one more thoughtful look back into the building. It certainly seems to fit with how upset the mothcat has appeared all of the sudden. "Maybe a scent... Or a sound." The Archivist offers, mostly since these are more things animals tend to react to. "I will check on her again later. Not unprepared this time, don't worry." A blanket may be useful...

Jon's attention returns to Cal for a moment, then drops down to his hand, which he turns before himself with a small sigh. Most of the scratches are already healing up again. "Yeah, I suppose I'll be fine. I heal quickly enough."

Cal nods thoughtfully at that. "Even before I found you two, I've just been having this...feeling that something's wrong." He shakes his head. "Be careful when you do. Even healing fast doesn't make things less painful."

He does have to arch a brow at Jon's hand when he glances at it. It's so strange to see how quickly the lines left by claws and teeth have begun to fade already.

Jon's attention is with Cal again, letting his hand fall to his side again. "I know. And I certainly don't look forward to the potentially painful part of checking on her. So... I will be careful. But- You say you feel like something is wrong?How? Can you explain- I mean-- I don't think we should ignore that."

At this point it's getting hard to keep any accidental compulsion out of his voice and words. Jon is familiar with similar feelings. Most of them regarding feeling watched, of course. But he has been picking up other things as well the longer he has been the Archivist. In many cases he can't put a finger to it, and right now he is debating if there is something going on he should be picking up on as well and simply has been too preoccupied so far.

There's a slight twitch to his brow before it furrows at the questions that spill forth, not that any such questions would be unexpected.

"It's like... Well, I explained the Force a bit, right? Sometimes there are things that just...cause ripples, disturbances. It might be easier to pick out here because usually it's pretty calm. Like that time when Altair had been angry, and even just now when you were in danger."

Cal casts a look around, as though to pinpoint the cause in the deceptively quiet surroundings. "Some kind of undefined tension, like something's just waiting to happen."

"You have spoken of the Force before, yes..." Jon says with a nod. "I believe I- I understand what you mean by these... Ripples. There were things, back home, that would have such an effect. Though those were all fear-related. I... Can pick up on the anxieties and apprehensions of beings. If something makes them uneasy. Which may only be tangentially comparable, but- I believe I get the idea."

He takes a moment to glance up and around, frowning a little. "So a tension, you say. Do you think that, maybe, this might be the brewing of an upcoming storm?" It's not unheard of animals picking up on such things much earlier than humans.

"Occurrences of that kind of nature are stronger to pick up on," Cal says, head tilting at the Archivist. He frowns a little as he nods, uncertain, but at the same time convinced something must be amiss.

"Possibly. Unfortunately I don't have much else to go on, but I think we'd better be on our guards- more so than usual," he suggests.

"Don't move," is the first words Jon would hear as he starts to sit up. A firm tone coming from someone in a hooded robe that was leaning over him, eyes closed, with his hand on hand placed on wherever it hurts most.

Whatever it was Ben was doing, Jon would feel a warm tingling sensation as the man used the Force to direct the other's body to heal itself more quickly. Pouring some of his own energy into it so that the recovery would happen more speedily.

With the way things were, they couldn't afford to have anyone down for long.

The tingling is the first thing Jon becomes aware of, mind still fuzzy and disoriented as of where he is and what happened. He winces a little at first in response to the sensation, a frown forming on his face as the warmth and tingling gets disrupted by a sudden sting as his body seems to try and reject the healing. It makes Jon flinch and try to grab the man's hand while at the same time jerking up and into a sitting position fully. Much too fast, honestly, for his head to spare him some spinning.

"Wh- wha--...?" Jon mumbles incoherently, trying to blink his eyes open through an initially foggy awakening and the blurriness. The latter seems much less likely to simply be blinked away until he has located his glasses.

Obi-Wan also recoils as he feels something, pulling his hand back as if he too had been stung. The Jedi blinking in astonishment and confusion, yet he puts his hands back on Jon's shoulders to hold him steady now that he was up and clearly confused.

"Easy there. You were attacked, but you're safe now. We pulled you out of there. However, you have been injured and need to rest."

He then put his hand to Jon's forehead and attempted to use his healing again. Hopefully to clear his mind and begin to repair any head injuries he had sustained. Whatever that was he felt could have just been some sort of defense mechanism that the man had upon waking up the way he did. Hopefully if he kept him calm it wouldn't happen again.

While the information he is given is slowly being unwrapped and made sense off, Jon connects the voice to a person he has spoken to before. Ben Kenobi. The Jedi Master. Telling him he has been... Oh. Right.

Right.

Jon closes his eyes again, blocking out the fuzziness of his vision for a moment when he feels the hand against his forehead again. But before he can try uttering a thanks in the man's direction, he feels another jab of pain, less severe this time, but very distinct. It has him flinch away with a small, distraught noise, opening one eye to glance up at the hand and reach up carefully to gently nudge it away. "P-please. Whatever you are doing- Don't." He inhales deeply, then adds with a lower, tired tone. "...I don't think it works on me the way it's meant to."

He feels it too, and pulls away with the gentle nudging. A concerned frown on his face.

"I'm sorry. I admit that's never happened before in my experience."

He was trying to help, but he gets the feeling that Jon knows that. Thus he puts his hands down and simply sits next to the fellow. Looking him over with a careful eye. He seems to be relatively alright at least. Nothing too serious.

"First it's fucking Skrull and Kree fighting over New York. Then it's stupid damn plant-people everywhere. Now spiders. Fucking spiders."

Hello, Tommy is here this morning, stumbling in and looking like several kinds of hell before he almost falls over inside the door. He's so tired.

But then he sees Jon and he waves.

"Hey. Don't suppose you can scare the bug things away, can you?"

If there was a noise in the air that any of them could sense, it was soon drowned by the approaching murmur and eventual roar of propulsion, not unlike the sound of the gauntlet Jon had been using while he blasted away rubble in the halls of the building. The sound gathered swiftly, arcing rapidly from across the city and bouncing between the tall, hollow towers before cutting off abruptly overhead, punctuated by a loud thud and scrambling slide across the library rooftop.

From above, the sunlight glinted erratically off of their visitor as he vaulted over the edge of the roof to pitch straight down into the entranceway, just shy of where the two men stood, landing heavily enough to crack the already worn stone beneath him. As Iron Man straightened to his full height, gleaming silver from head to toe save for a single golden hand that had made this arrival much less easy to control than he was hoping, clutching a slick looking hilt, and a tear rending up his back that looked suspiciously like a swipe of very deadly claws, he glanced between them with a completely unreadable, unforgiving faceplate until he sighed, breathless and surprised, "Oh, good, I thought I was going to have to make another stop."

Jon gets about as far as to give a nod of agreement towards Cal when the noise picks up in the distance and quickly draws closer. The nod of agreement morphs into an expression of concern - Being on guard, indeed. And Jon is, indeed, about ready to start running, but then the figure starts to land rather than attack them and he catches sight of the unarmored hand.

His posture remains guarded, even when he opens his mouth to speak. But all that comes out is a baffled, "...Tony?"

Jon looks up from his phone and over to Tommy, having been able to move enough by now to sit on one of the present chairs. He is missing his glasses and there are bloody tears in various places over his clothes, but neither of his wounds appear to be bleeding anymore. He even pushes himself up to walk over to Tommy and offer him a hand, sighing.

"If only, Tommy. But I'm afraid I am more afraid of them than they are of me." He doesn't try to hide the apologetic tone. "Can I get you something? There is food here. And blankets. And the first aid package I left here."

The hand is happily taken, and a bit of Tommy's weight goes onto the other man. Sorry. He's just so tired.

"Food. Blankets. Clean water to get myself tidied with if we can spare it. I don't know if we can.

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