John D.'s Story

John D. was hunched over pulling up grass for a place to sit. In fact, this was the monster's brand new home as of mere moments ago. Its withdrawal from society had only occurred the day before, but the hard life was not a thing it was new to.

"I'm making dinner for you, apparition." After making a small clearing with room enough for three to sit...rather cozy. After a few moments of silence, awaiting the return of the other one, it piqued up again, as if it had forgotten something. "It's not human meat, though. I'm sorry."

John D. tossed the animal carcass by the woman and watched her carefully as he commenced to making a fire. The man seemed relaxed enough, even if it was a ruse. He spoke as he worked.

"I don't get many visitors," he said, even though it had only been a day. They didn't know though. "I'm a loner, so being rude is default, but I rather enjoy the company." It was slow to start, but the fire rose. Success, thought the monster as he dug its fingers into the rabbit's skin. "Your existence scares humanity, but you're welcome to not avoid here, again."

John D. only flayed the rabbit's skin...which might have actually been worse looking. It was a bloodied mess., and it only got worse when he dug out the heart and tossed it aside. No one wanted to eat that crap. And speaking of which, he dug his finger just beneath the liver to scoop out the belly and bowels, careful not to tear anything open.

He ran a stick through it and held it over the fire. It would make for a tired arm, but at least there was meat and fried skin...and fur...No. As far as hunting went, he obviously had no experience, and it seemed like the elf one knew it.

With the stick still in hand, he bolted to his feet, careful to keep the rabbit over the flames. "I'm still weary of you both." He said in a loud whisper.

John D. had only been fishing for a reaction, and seeing as he failed to get one, proceeded to sit back down. It seemed like a cast of outcasts had formed in this distant place. And the monster was quite fine with that.

"Scarelvus and Len the half-breed...I have been called John Doe and Frankenstein's Monster on occasion. I prefer John, however." He watched the fat and blood boil on the rabbit, turning the stick slowly. "I came here, because there was no place for me in Wing City." He cleared his throat. "I came yesterday."

John D. "You know, you'd think that city, full of all of its ghouls and actual demons, would let a scientist's simple invention live in peace."

There was no seasoning, but the meat looked good enough as it browned. John looked again at Scar and gave a short exhale that might have passed for a very brief chuckle at the sight of his face betraying him and Len's humorous side. She could roll with the punches.

"But I am pretty mean...what makes you think that damnable place is redeemable?"

John D. was lost to the sparkle reference. He would have questioned it, at the snap of his stick, the rabbit fell into the flames and the sticks scattered about.

He cursed and lept to his feet. Run? No, he was picking and withdrawing from the fire at a last ditch attempt to save his meal. Burning his hand, and sending out the other, only for it to be burnt in a strange repeat.

Fenrias Hallvard emerged from a small hatch hidden amidst the brush. He checked his surroundings carefully - listening for disturbances in the foliage and sniffing the air.