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xp_logsThe Teens sneak away from camp to go Spy on Bloodstone and see what he really is hunting.
An orange dragon roughly the size of a toddler, with a wide wingspan and cartoonishly large eyes soared above Camp Eventide, scouting ahead of his friends. Scanning the woods in a grid pattern, it didn't take him long before he spotted the tv trailer. Doing a loop-the-loop in triumph he swooped down towards the earth. "Found it," he said, still in his dragon form, coasting along beside his friends. "Not too far from here, but far enough that the campers aren't going to stumble upon them by accident and get in their way. Does one of you have a spell that'll help us get close enough to hear them?"
"Damn. When I was planning my spells for today I didn't think to remember the noiseless spell." Clea teased and started to head in the direction of where Bas had said. "Stephen might."
Stephen shook his head and held his hands out in a shrug, "Not sure I can use it to cover all three of us, it's not really a spell I practice much. You're more experienced at illusions anyway," he noted squatting down to stare towards the direction of the TV trailer. "How close to the trees are they, could we knock down a tree or something to distract them while we sneak up?"
Bas thought this over. He wasn't too keen on the 'oh hey look over there while I do this thing over here' maneuver, but he supposed it was worth a try if there were no other options. "Neither of you have anything magic that could help? Spells to, I dunno, amplify sound to make it carry farther? Teleport us onto the roof? Or, I could just fly onto the roof myself," he thought, an idea dawning on him. "Why don't I take a radio with me up to the roof and you can listen with another radio out of sight?" He was really glad he'd invested in a set of good two-way radios with his allowance last year.
"Perfect." Clea said as she held out her hand, maybe Bas had the radios on him. "And I have not mastered the art of teleportation." Mainly because she had never seen it done before. "We will need to know how many people there are, what their plan of attack is, what is their target and anything else that might seem useful." All their years of sneaking around camp will be put to the test in this moment.
Stephen started rooting around in Bas' bag which he had been carrying quickly locating and pulling out the radios, "here," he tossed the radio to the dragon. "We'll see if we can find a perch to watch while you get close so we can see what's going on."
Taking the radio in his claws, Bas nodded to his friends and shot up into the sky, winging higher and higher until he was no bigger than a speck. Flying gave him such a rush. And flying as a dragon was pretty much the best thing in the world because he didn't have to study for it the way he did flying a plane.
When he could barely spot the trailer any longer, he started his descent, diving headfirst back towards the earth. It took all his composure to keep from whooping in exhilaration as he fell, wings tucked into his sides. The trailer grew rapidly in size as he approached and he flung his wings out to parachute gently onto the top of the trailer, careful to be as quiet as possible as he landed, waddling over to the air circulation unit on the top of the trailer and putting his ear up against it to make sure he could hear the voices through the vents. Satisfied, he turned the radio on and put it up against the vent, lying next to it so he could hear the information he was passing along.
"... haven't found any spoor, but we got a couple of prints off of soft ground."
"Paw prints? Oh, my dear and stupid, paw prints? I can think of about seventeen different things that could naturally create large paw prints that I could also incidentally use to BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH FOR WASTING MY BLOODY TIME!"
"Yeah Carl, wasting his time."
"Do shut up, Randy. Look, I'm not about to waste my time in this fly speck, incest laden, vomit of coal chewing meth culture a second more than necessary. You have until we finish the B roll footage to get me something on that cat that isn't out of a script from... what was the show? With the retarded hippy and the two women and the gay guy having sex with the dog. Yes, Scooby-Doo! Carl, look in my eyes. I am officially Scooby-Don't on any more failures. Understood?"
"Calm down. Just calm down, Bloodstone." Chet came back from taking an important phone call. "No one is Snoopy. The source is reliable about the big cat roaming these woods." He pulled out a map that had several circles. "We will try these areas while filming. Think you can handle that Bloodstone?"
"Can I handle that. Can I handle that? I supposed it depends on whether or not you can handle GOING BACK TO GIVING THE HOSTS OF TOP GEAR HANDJOBS BETWEEN TAKES AS AN INTERN, YOU SNIVELING WRETCHED LITTLE DOGS PIZZLE! I AM ULYSSES BLOODSTONE." There was a loud thump and the metal wall below Bas deformed somewhat. "MY GRANDFATHER WAS LORD BLOODSTONE! WE HAVE HUNTED IN EVERY CORNER OF THIS PLANET AND HAVE BEEN A HIGHER CAUSE OF EXTINCTION THAN BRITISH PETROLEUM!" His voice dropped lower and cruel. "So, you horrible smear of piss, if you ever give me an order again, I will Steve Irwin you myself. Are we clear?"
The silence was deafening.
"Good. Now go and change your pants. Randy, go get the jeep ready. There's a good lad."
Bas watched as the man he assumed was Randy scuttled out to the jeep, dragging boxes of what he assumed was camera equipment. He had a growing respect for this Bloodstone character thanks to the almost comedic nature of what he'd just heard- he was even thinking about watching the show now. But the vehemence with which he spoke, while entertaining, was troubling when the thing he was getting so worked up about hunting was something one of his best friends cared about so very much.
"I wanna get that map," he whispered into the radio when Randy had ducked back inside to get more stuff.
"And I wanna see it," Stephen commented dryly, "It'd be too much to hope that this was the only copy of the map they have, but at least it'd let us figure out exactly what they know." Which from the sound of it wasn't too much.
"Bas, be careful. I can hear the guy from here." Clea replied back into the Radio and looked over at Stephen. "And hurry back."
Bas sighed. "The things I do for my mates. Look, if I'm going to steal something from a I'd best do it in human form, and my clothes are with Steve. So if I'm going to be committing naked petty larceny, how about a little distraction when necessary?" he asked, flying up and off the trailer and returning to the woods. He shifted into his human form and smeared earth and leaves all over himself, tousling his hair and using a few sticks to make scratch marks on his arms and legs. Looking suitably distressed, he crashed out of the brush and over towards the trailer. "Cor, I can't believe it!" he yelled ecstatically, stumbling towards the jeep with his hands outstretched in joy. "People! Oi, mate!" he called out to Randy in the jeep. "I was out here with a bird last night and when I woke up this morning she'd nicked my clothes and buggered off! I've been wandering around all day. I'm so bloody lost. Can you help me?"
"I can-"
"Shut up, Carl. I'll take care of-"
"Both of you idiots, be quiet." Ulysses snapped, running a critical eye over the young man. "You have the singular honour of addressing Ulysses Bloodstone, young man. Clothed or not."
When Clea heard that Bas was going in full nude, she looked down at his backpack before breaking down in a giggle fit. Holding her hand over her mouth almost doubled over as she visioned the scenario playing out in her head.
"Whoa. From the show on telly?" Bas asked, eyes wide, in a voice quite unlike his usual monotone, disinterested-sounding one. It was mostly an act, but now that he was actually seeing the hunter he'd been hearing so much about, he was pretty impressed. He might have to start watching the show. Damnit. "Can I have your autograph? I mean, uh. Can you help me?"
"Very well. Carl, give the young man your pants."
"Wha-"
"CARL! PANTS!" He barked as the soundman started to pull of his khakis, revealing a somewhat tight set of tiger striped briefs underneath.
"Jesus, Carl. Do you have to fit every pedophile stereotype?" Randy laughed. "I mean, tell me that you don't own a red utility van."
"It's for carrying equipment!"
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" Bloodstone tossed the pants to Bas and nodded at Randy. "Randy, shirt. Now, young man, where are you here from? You don't sound local, unless my eye for accents has failed me... and it hasn't."
"Camden town," Bas responded with what he hoped was a friendly smile, unused to smiling. He felt pretty bad for making Carl give up his clothes, finding his admiration for Bloodstone growing as he slipped the trousers and shirt on. He hadn't even ordered the man to go fetch Bas clothes from inside the trailer. And Carl hadn't brought up that alternative. He'd just handed over the clothes he was wearing. Now that was leadership. "My old man sent me to camp to get me away from the birds at home. Their fathers was complainin'," Bas explained. He hoped his friends were enjoying the show. "Could you gimme a ride back, guv?" he asked, putting a hand on the door of the jeep. He could see the map between the front seats where the centre panel with the gearshift and the cup holders was located. Unfortunately, Chet the producer was sitting in the passenger seat. Luckily there were a lot of papers, garbage, and equipment around the console, dash, and floors of the jeep as well, so it might not be super obvious that the map was gone if he could get it and get out quickly enough.
"Chet, take the young man back to his camp. Be useful for once." He said, turning away as Chet scrambled into the driver's seat and Bas jumped in. He had just palmed the map when Bloodstone turned back. "Wait! Wait! Something is wrong here. Something is terribly wrong here for you, young man."
Bloodstone walked over to the jeep and went nose to nose with Bas, his intimidating stare transfixing the younger man. He held out his hand and Bas put the map in it, waiting to be caught. Instead, Bloodstone turned the map over to the blank side.
"RANDY, PEN!" He held out his hand, and then quickly signed his name with a flourish on the back and passed it back to Bas. "Your autograph, young man. Chet, get him home!"
"Bollocks." Clea whispered as she wiped away the rest of her tears and bent over to the backpack, she couldn't allow that car make it back to camp. Their cover would be blown. Grabbing Bas's clothes and stood up, "Be right back." Tossing the clothes over her shoulder, Clea made her way to where Bas and the camera crew were at. When she entered the clearing before giving her best embarrassment look which she was a natural at from years of practice. "Oh, Sorry." Seeing Bas she walked over to him and handed him his clothes, "I am sorry; when you didn't come back this morning I got worried. So I came back. Forgive me?" She batted her eyelash and selling up innocent girl vibe.
Bas looked at Clea like she had two heads and snatched the clothes from her, jumping out of the jeep. "Forgive you?! I could have died out here! Shove off, crazy bint!" He took off Carl's clothes quickly and put his own back on, transferring the map from the pocket of Carl's trousers to his own. "Sorry, mate," he said to Chet with a shrug. "Look, I'll just follow her back, yeah? Save you a trip. Looked like you lot were about to head out on the hunt so I'd hate to delay you. Can't wait to see the episode you're doin' here."
Clea smiled innocently and didn't look away when he changed back into his own clothes. She cozed up to Bas and gave him a kiss at the corner of his lip, "I said sorry. And we should head back before they notice we are gone." She turned to the other adults before grabbing Bas hand and lead him back into the forest.
Chet just stood there and scratched his head. "Fucking teens and their drama." He couldn't wait to get the footage and leave.
Stephen could barely hold himself together till his friend had moved out of Chet's hearing, "Oh man, that was something else. You guys are awesome." he told them struggling to keep his voice level, "I was almost dying over there Bas, you shoulda been an actor dude, seriously."
Wanting to keep selling the bit, Bas pulled his hand away from Clea and rubbed his lip where she'd kissed him, walking a few paces behind her. He maintained that distance until they had returned to Stephen. He waved off his friend's compliments and crossed his arms over his chest uncomfortably. "Promise me right now," he said in his normal tone of voice, pointing at each friend in turn. "We never speak of this again."
"But imagine how good an ice-breaker this could be," Stephen countered his eyes twinkling, "How many other peopel get to say they met Bloodstone while buck naked and walked away with the girl and his autograph?"
She threw her arms around Bas and snuggled him. "That was the highlight of my life. Thank you." She giggled before looking over at Stephen, "Okay we need to get away from here and come up with a plan." And with that she withdrew from Bas and started to heading away from Bloodstone and his crew.
"I hate you both," Bas muttered, making a mental note to come back to get the radio he'd left on the trailer roof later. "So don't even think of asking me for that autograph. I'm framing it."
"But at the moment we need that map. He could he after her and I want to make sure he isn't looking in the right direction." She whispered before disappearing through a group of trees.
Bas took the map out of his pocket and looked at the autograph for a moment longer before handing it over to Clea as he followed her towards the cave.
An orange dragon roughly the size of a toddler, with a wide wingspan and cartoonishly large eyes soared above Camp Eventide, scouting ahead of his friends. Scanning the woods in a grid pattern, it didn't take him long before he spotted the tv trailer. Doing a loop-the-loop in triumph he swooped down towards the earth. "Found it," he said, still in his dragon form, coasting along beside his friends. "Not too far from here, but far enough that the campers aren't going to stumble upon them by accident and get in their way. Does one of you have a spell that'll help us get close enough to hear them?"
"Damn. When I was planning my spells for today I didn't think to remember the noiseless spell." Clea teased and started to head in the direction of where Bas had said. "Stephen might."
Stephen shook his head and held his hands out in a shrug, "Not sure I can use it to cover all three of us, it's not really a spell I practice much. You're more experienced at illusions anyway," he noted squatting down to stare towards the direction of the TV trailer. "How close to the trees are they, could we knock down a tree or something to distract them while we sneak up?"
Bas thought this over. He wasn't too keen on the 'oh hey look over there while I do this thing over here' maneuver, but he supposed it was worth a try if there were no other options. "Neither of you have anything magic that could help? Spells to, I dunno, amplify sound to make it carry farther? Teleport us onto the roof? Or, I could just fly onto the roof myself," he thought, an idea dawning on him. "Why don't I take a radio with me up to the roof and you can listen with another radio out of sight?" He was really glad he'd invested in a set of good two-way radios with his allowance last year.
"Perfect." Clea said as she held out her hand, maybe Bas had the radios on him. "And I have not mastered the art of teleportation." Mainly because she had never seen it done before. "We will need to know how many people there are, what their plan of attack is, what is their target and anything else that might seem useful." All their years of sneaking around camp will be put to the test in this moment.
Stephen started rooting around in Bas' bag which he had been carrying quickly locating and pulling out the radios, "here," he tossed the radio to the dragon. "We'll see if we can find a perch to watch while you get close so we can see what's going on."
Taking the radio in his claws, Bas nodded to his friends and shot up into the sky, winging higher and higher until he was no bigger than a speck. Flying gave him such a rush. And flying as a dragon was pretty much the best thing in the world because he didn't have to study for it the way he did flying a plane.
When he could barely spot the trailer any longer, he started his descent, diving headfirst back towards the earth. It took all his composure to keep from whooping in exhilaration as he fell, wings tucked into his sides. The trailer grew rapidly in size as he approached and he flung his wings out to parachute gently onto the top of the trailer, careful to be as quiet as possible as he landed, waddling over to the air circulation unit on the top of the trailer and putting his ear up against it to make sure he could hear the voices through the vents. Satisfied, he turned the radio on and put it up against the vent, lying next to it so he could hear the information he was passing along.
"... haven't found any spoor, but we got a couple of prints off of soft ground."
"Paw prints? Oh, my dear and stupid, paw prints? I can think of about seventeen different things that could naturally create large paw prints that I could also incidentally use to BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH FOR WASTING MY BLOODY TIME!"
"Yeah Carl, wasting his time."
"Do shut up, Randy. Look, I'm not about to waste my time in this fly speck, incest laden, vomit of coal chewing meth culture a second more than necessary. You have until we finish the B roll footage to get me something on that cat that isn't out of a script from... what was the show? With the retarded hippy and the two women and the gay guy having sex with the dog. Yes, Scooby-Doo! Carl, look in my eyes. I am officially Scooby-Don't on any more failures. Understood?"
"Calm down. Just calm down, Bloodstone." Chet came back from taking an important phone call. "No one is Snoopy. The source is reliable about the big cat roaming these woods." He pulled out a map that had several circles. "We will try these areas while filming. Think you can handle that Bloodstone?"
"Can I handle that. Can I handle that? I supposed it depends on whether or not you can handle GOING BACK TO GIVING THE HOSTS OF TOP GEAR HANDJOBS BETWEEN TAKES AS AN INTERN, YOU SNIVELING WRETCHED LITTLE DOGS PIZZLE! I AM ULYSSES BLOODSTONE." There was a loud thump and the metal wall below Bas deformed somewhat. "MY GRANDFATHER WAS LORD BLOODSTONE! WE HAVE HUNTED IN EVERY CORNER OF THIS PLANET AND HAVE BEEN A HIGHER CAUSE OF EXTINCTION THAN BRITISH PETROLEUM!" His voice dropped lower and cruel. "So, you horrible smear of piss, if you ever give me an order again, I will Steve Irwin you myself. Are we clear?"
The silence was deafening.
"Good. Now go and change your pants. Randy, go get the jeep ready. There's a good lad."
Bas watched as the man he assumed was Randy scuttled out to the jeep, dragging boxes of what he assumed was camera equipment. He had a growing respect for this Bloodstone character thanks to the almost comedic nature of what he'd just heard- he was even thinking about watching the show now. But the vehemence with which he spoke, while entertaining, was troubling when the thing he was getting so worked up about hunting was something one of his best friends cared about so very much.
"I wanna get that map," he whispered into the radio when Randy had ducked back inside to get more stuff.
"And I wanna see it," Stephen commented dryly, "It'd be too much to hope that this was the only copy of the map they have, but at least it'd let us figure out exactly what they know." Which from the sound of it wasn't too much.
"Bas, be careful. I can hear the guy from here." Clea replied back into the Radio and looked over at Stephen. "And hurry back."
Bas sighed. "The things I do for my mates. Look, if I'm going to steal something from a I'd best do it in human form, and my clothes are with Steve. So if I'm going to be committing naked petty larceny, how about a little distraction when necessary?" he asked, flying up and off the trailer and returning to the woods. He shifted into his human form and smeared earth and leaves all over himself, tousling his hair and using a few sticks to make scratch marks on his arms and legs. Looking suitably distressed, he crashed out of the brush and over towards the trailer. "Cor, I can't believe it!" he yelled ecstatically, stumbling towards the jeep with his hands outstretched in joy. "People! Oi, mate!" he called out to Randy in the jeep. "I was out here with a bird last night and when I woke up this morning she'd nicked my clothes and buggered off! I've been wandering around all day. I'm so bloody lost. Can you help me?"
"I can-"
"Shut up, Carl. I'll take care of-"
"Both of you idiots, be quiet." Ulysses snapped, running a critical eye over the young man. "You have the singular honour of addressing Ulysses Bloodstone, young man. Clothed or not."
When Clea heard that Bas was going in full nude, she looked down at his backpack before breaking down in a giggle fit. Holding her hand over her mouth almost doubled over as she visioned the scenario playing out in her head.
"Whoa. From the show on telly?" Bas asked, eyes wide, in a voice quite unlike his usual monotone, disinterested-sounding one. It was mostly an act, but now that he was actually seeing the hunter he'd been hearing so much about, he was pretty impressed. He might have to start watching the show. Damnit. "Can I have your autograph? I mean, uh. Can you help me?"
"Very well. Carl, give the young man your pants."
"Wha-"
"CARL! PANTS!" He barked as the soundman started to pull of his khakis, revealing a somewhat tight set of tiger striped briefs underneath.
"Jesus, Carl. Do you have to fit every pedophile stereotype?" Randy laughed. "I mean, tell me that you don't own a red utility van."
"It's for carrying equipment!"
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" Bloodstone tossed the pants to Bas and nodded at Randy. "Randy, shirt. Now, young man, where are you here from? You don't sound local, unless my eye for accents has failed me... and it hasn't."
"Camden town," Bas responded with what he hoped was a friendly smile, unused to smiling. He felt pretty bad for making Carl give up his clothes, finding his admiration for Bloodstone growing as he slipped the trousers and shirt on. He hadn't even ordered the man to go fetch Bas clothes from inside the trailer. And Carl hadn't brought up that alternative. He'd just handed over the clothes he was wearing. Now that was leadership. "My old man sent me to camp to get me away from the birds at home. Their fathers was complainin'," Bas explained. He hoped his friends were enjoying the show. "Could you gimme a ride back, guv?" he asked, putting a hand on the door of the jeep. He could see the map between the front seats where the centre panel with the gearshift and the cup holders was located. Unfortunately, Chet the producer was sitting in the passenger seat. Luckily there were a lot of papers, garbage, and equipment around the console, dash, and floors of the jeep as well, so it might not be super obvious that the map was gone if he could get it and get out quickly enough.
"Chet, take the young man back to his camp. Be useful for once." He said, turning away as Chet scrambled into the driver's seat and Bas jumped in. He had just palmed the map when Bloodstone turned back. "Wait! Wait! Something is wrong here. Something is terribly wrong here for you, young man."
Bloodstone walked over to the jeep and went nose to nose with Bas, his intimidating stare transfixing the younger man. He held out his hand and Bas put the map in it, waiting to be caught. Instead, Bloodstone turned the map over to the blank side.
"RANDY, PEN!" He held out his hand, and then quickly signed his name with a flourish on the back and passed it back to Bas. "Your autograph, young man. Chet, get him home!"
"Bollocks." Clea whispered as she wiped away the rest of her tears and bent over to the backpack, she couldn't allow that car make it back to camp. Their cover would be blown. Grabbing Bas's clothes and stood up, "Be right back." Tossing the clothes over her shoulder, Clea made her way to where Bas and the camera crew were at. When she entered the clearing before giving her best embarrassment look which she was a natural at from years of practice. "Oh, Sorry." Seeing Bas she walked over to him and handed him his clothes, "I am sorry; when you didn't come back this morning I got worried. So I came back. Forgive me?" She batted her eyelash and selling up innocent girl vibe.
Bas looked at Clea like she had two heads and snatched the clothes from her, jumping out of the jeep. "Forgive you?! I could have died out here! Shove off, crazy bint!" He took off Carl's clothes quickly and put his own back on, transferring the map from the pocket of Carl's trousers to his own. "Sorry, mate," he said to Chet with a shrug. "Look, I'll just follow her back, yeah? Save you a trip. Looked like you lot were about to head out on the hunt so I'd hate to delay you. Can't wait to see the episode you're doin' here."
Clea smiled innocently and didn't look away when he changed back into his own clothes. She cozed up to Bas and gave him a kiss at the corner of his lip, "I said sorry. And we should head back before they notice we are gone." She turned to the other adults before grabbing Bas hand and lead him back into the forest.
Chet just stood there and scratched his head. "Fucking teens and their drama." He couldn't wait to get the footage and leave.
Stephen could barely hold himself together till his friend had moved out of Chet's hearing, "Oh man, that was something else. You guys are awesome." he told them struggling to keep his voice level, "I was almost dying over there Bas, you shoulda been an actor dude, seriously."
Wanting to keep selling the bit, Bas pulled his hand away from Clea and rubbed his lip where she'd kissed him, walking a few paces behind her. He maintained that distance until they had returned to Stephen. He waved off his friend's compliments and crossed his arms over his chest uncomfortably. "Promise me right now," he said in his normal tone of voice, pointing at each friend in turn. "We never speak of this again."
"But imagine how good an ice-breaker this could be," Stephen countered his eyes twinkling, "How many other peopel get to say they met Bloodstone while buck naked and walked away with the girl and his autograph?"
She threw her arms around Bas and snuggled him. "That was the highlight of my life. Thank you." She giggled before looking over at Stephen, "Okay we need to get away from here and come up with a plan." And with that she withdrew from Bas and started to heading away from Bloodstone and his crew.
"I hate you both," Bas muttered, making a mental note to come back to get the radio he'd left on the trailer roof later. "So don't even think of asking me for that autograph. I'm framing it."
"But at the moment we need that map. He could he after her and I want to make sure he isn't looking in the right direction." She whispered before disappearing through a group of trees.
Bas took the map out of his pocket and looked at the autograph for a moment longer before handing it over to Clea as he followed her towards the cave.
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