First Vlog | video | daemon: hunterd

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt had tried typing on Hunterd's weird light-based keyboard for all of about eight seconds, before he got tired of that and turned the camera on instead. It's late, there's a hole in his side, and he has things he needs to do. He's wearing a hospital gown, and he's clean. He also looks strangely healthy for a patient, a result of his real powers coming back in full force. ]

What is up, my people. I'm Wyatt, and this guy – [ Gesturing at his daemon, and therefore directly at the camera. ] – is Hunterd. Well, I guess you can't see him. Uh…oh, check this out.

[ He snags a handheld mirror from a bedstand nearby, and holds it up in front of Hunterd. It shows a daemon shaped like an enormous black wolf, easily twice the size of a regular wolf. Those of you who knew Wyatt's adoptive dad, Hunter, might think he looks familiar. After a few seconds, Wyatt lifts the mirror away and grins at the camera. ]

He's badass, right?! He's like a robowolf. I mean I guess you all have one of these but damn. Hunterd is a beast.

Anyways, we are brand new to Space Apocalypseland! Welcome to our first vlog. I'm calling this episode: What the fuck was up with New York, man?!

[ He holds up his hands. ]

Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Wyatt, don't be stupid, that was just some crazy dream', right? That's what I thought too, except!

[ He holds up one finger, then steps back, and pulls the gown off over his head. There's a square dressing over his ribs, which Wyatt peels back to reveal an ugly, jagged wound held together with stitches. He points at it. Exhibit A, ladies and gentlemen. ]

Check this out. Do you see the size of this thing? I think it's gonna scar!

[ Which he says like that's great news. He pats the dressing back over it and leans down towards the camera. If he's in pain, he's not showing it. ]

I ain't ever had a dream that did that. But for real, that shit was fucking crazy. How many of you had your powers switched? Cause, check that box for me, but also, they turned me human, and I'm a goddamn werewolf, guys. That's not cool. The hot guy who rescued me, though? He's cool. Man, if you're listening to this, I owe you one. I think you said your name was Jaden? Hold your hand up or something, I would literally be dead if it wasn't for you.

[ That's the most sincere Wyatt has sounded in this whole video, though he's actually been serious about everything. He doesn't put the gown back on, implying that he really does intend to film the rest of this in his underwear. He does move to sit on his hospital bed, though. He might look more energetic than he should, but that wound is still healing. ]

Next on my list: calling home. Does anyone know how we do that, cause Hunterd says he can't, and there's a bunch of people I know who need to get their asses here. It's important, I'm kind of a big deal.

[ Pause. ] I'm just kidding, but I do need to talk to them, so if you got tips, help, advice. Carrier pidgeon? I'll take it. I guess that's all. Come say hi, this place is fucking boring. I'm out!

[ He salutes the camera while it signs out. ]

Comments

[bratpack]

yeah hunter thinks so too
shane's a good guy. when our world was in trouble he tried to get us out

uh, and i'm shirtless a lot? it's a werewolf thing, clothes get in the way
you probably know that already
i'm pretty sure i shouldn't try to hit on my dad's boyfriend though, that's kind of wrong

[vexy]

i'm no one's boyfriend

i just appreciate a bit of eye candy, that's all

SAM GET OUT OF HERE

[bratpack]

wow okay
tbh if that's how you talk then you're probably his type

what do you look like anyway?? you've seen me

SAM STAY FOREVER <3

[vexy]

[ sends him a pic and then a selfie ]

that's what i have at the moment

[bratpack]

oh hey, you're married?

you know i still ain't used to the part where married guys fuck other guys, even though i moved to a kingdom where it's common
i guess i ain't been there long enough

hey i'll watch out for you though. i'm glad there's someone else who knows my dad.

[vexy]

i was

[ awkward. pause. ]

right - i'll see you later then

[bratpack]

[ Shit. ]

yeah
right

hey i'm sorry. i didn't think
you had a ring in your picture, is all.

[vexy]

yeah, i never take it off

[ He's definitely not volunteering any additional information, clearly it's a rough subject. ]

[bratpack]

[ He's not going to pry. ]

yeah i wouldn't either

i'm real sorry. my mouth should come with a warning label
or my fingers i guess

[vexy]

its fine darling, you didn't make me weep and tear at my shirt

besides, a warning label sounds like an invitation ;-)

[bratpack]

you know that's like the opposite of what a warning symbol's meant to do

it's like, 'take care, asshole teenager this way', not like, 'insert for funzies'

typically speaking

[vexy]

i'm dark fae, we love things that others fear

and really, i wouldn't mind inserting for funzies

[ Flagrant flirting to get away from painful subjects is what Vex is all about. ]

[bratpack]

i'm pretty sure my dad would mind

i mean i know you said you ain't his bf but you're something
so ima behave
and if he ever asks, you can tell him i did, despite temptation ;)

[vexy]

reminder: dark fae, luv

that means i'm gonna tell him you hit on me luridly and it set my poor virgin heart all aflutter and i was frightened into his arms, whimpering with a heaving bosom.

you BEAST

[bratpack]

wow, so that's how it is. okay, i get you

so then i'll tell HIM you came early
and i had to finish myself in your bathtub, sad and alone

am i playing it right yet?

[vexy]

[ that made him burst out laughing-- oh, he needed that. ]

PERFECTLY luv! and that's actually very believable too

[bratpack]

my man that is what we call tmi

is that another dark fae thing??
i ain't met a lot of dark fae
if they're all this amped for bjs i might have to change that. hunter can't claim them all.

[vexy]

"tmi" is my middle name

yes it's a dark fae thing, as are bjs

haven't met a dark fae that didn't like to blow a fat one

[bratpack]

bjs are not a dark fae thing
i fucking love bjs, i'm pretty sure they're a legit werewolf thing

which you borrowed without asking???
fucking rude man

[vexy]

[ fdsjfksdl he feels so much better now;;; ]

mate, screw meeting you later, you ought to come over for a drink right bloody now.

[bratpack]

you know what?

i am down my man, i need an excuse to get out of this room anyways
where the hell are you at. i'll put this guy's tracker to the test.

[vexy]

i'll have my cat talk to your dog and you should get the directions in a sec

beach house, near where we all first show up. walk around to the back porch. i'll be the sexy fae with a cooler of beers.

[bratpack]

yeah ok
i'll see you bud. keep 'em cold for me :D

[ And then Wyatt goes. It would, in fairness, be better if he was healed; he's slower than he's used to, and there's a considerable amount of sneaking around required to get out of the hospital without being seen.

But at length, he shows up, led by Hunterd. The daemon knows exactly where he's going. Wyatt's wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a loose shirt, pilfered from the city as they walked through it. He's favoring the side that's injured, but aside from that he looks eager and happy. He lifts his arm to wave when he sees Vex in the distance. ]

Hey, sexy fae! That you I see?

[ Let's hope so. He walks barefoot on the sand, enjoying the feel of it between his toes. He'd never known how much he'd like a beach house until this moment. ]

[vexy]

[ Vex lifted his arm to wave a careless hand, reclined in deck chair as if he didn't have a care in the world. There was one beside him ready for Wyatt, as well as the aforementioned cooler of beers. There was a cold on in Vex's other hand, and all he wore was a tank top, shorts and flip-flops to go with the dark sunglasses on his face.

He looked like the last person who'd be absorbing the summer sun, pale as can be, yet there he was. ]

'ello gorgeous, have a seat, have a beer, have a handjob, whatever.

[ His wave briefly 'pumped' the air before it dropped down onto the arm rest of his chair. Flip, vulgar and careless, he likely wasn't serious but honestly- he'd probably give him one anyway.

Wyatt probably couldn't see it through the glasses, but Vex's eyes soon fixated on wolfy daemon. His stomach clenched as he felt an ache of longing, but he tried to ignore it. ]

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt answers that with a good-natured laugh and stops by the free deck chair. He pauses, glances up at the sun, and then strips off his shirt before dropping into the seat. As a direct contrast to Vex, Wyatt's skin has a golden tan and is clearly used to the sun. He tilts his head back against the heat, and reaches for one of the beers which he cracks open on the leg of his chair. He's used to that, too.

For his part, Hunterd leaves the two of them to it and goes off in search of Vex's daemon. ]

Thanks. This is a good spot you got here. All sand and sea, man. I could live like this.

[ He takes a swig of the beer and shuts his eyes. ]