Stocke snaps into the man's body for a second time, cutting him off. Too late to avoid hunter attention, of course.
This leaves Stocke an excellent opportunity, though: stay in the human, pretend to really be him, and throw Amelia to the wolves. He wavers for half a moment -
...no. Much as it annoys him, he already agreed to a truce - what kind of bargain keeper would he be if his word was untrustworthy? No one would commit their vengeances to him, nor should they.
"Over here!" He yells, struggling upright in the man's body. And, more desperately, "Help, help, they're - no, let go of me -" He staggers off to the side. It's too dark for the hunters to see without aiming their flashlights properly, and Stocke pushes the human to his limits in terms of speed - far as they know, the monsters probably are dragging this poor bastard away.
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Date: 2016-07-21 03:44 am (UTC)From:This leaves Stocke an excellent opportunity, though: stay in the human, pretend to really be him, and throw Amelia to the wolves. He wavers for half a moment -
...no. Much as it annoys him, he already agreed to a truce - what kind of bargain keeper would he be if his word was untrustworthy? No one would commit their vengeances to him, nor should they.
"Over here!" He yells, struggling upright in the man's body. And, more desperately, "Help, help, they're - no, let go of me -" He staggers off to the side. It's too dark for the hunters to see without aiming their flashlights properly, and Stocke pushes the human to his limits in terms of speed - far as they know, the monsters probably are dragging this poor bastard away.