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Post by Nathaniel Knight on Aug 29, 2013 19:29:00 GMT 10
From the time the tranquilizer first hit him, Nate's consciousness sunk into a blissful, dreamless sleep. It was a mercy to finally be free of that thing clawing away at his sanity ever since that fateful night. Whatever happened next, Nate was unaware of, the chaos that happened shortly after he had been rendered unconscious did not elicit any response from him, remote or otherwise. Finally he was free from that monster that had taken over his body, his mind...that in and of itself was a miracle. As his limp and battered form was taken from the Mattias grounds and back towards the manor, Nate did not once stir or make so much as a sound. The only thing the sleeping werewolf was aware of was the sea of darkness that he was engulfed in and blissful, undisturbed rest that resulted from it. ~~~ Nate would not awake until close to mid-day the following morning when the light of the sun fell upon his eyes, effectively pulling him from his drug-induced slumber. Groaning, Nate turned over in his bed, thinking that he was still in his apartment back home. It wasn't until a familiar meow reached his ears that Nate would open his eyes to take in the world around him. Chess was in the bed with him of course, rubbing his face in greeting just as he did every morning which elicited a small smile from Nate. "Buenos dÃas, mi Chess, (Good morning, my Chess)"Nate began groggily, still not fully awake before reaching up to pet the tabby only to realize that he was restrained to the bed. Alarmed, Nate tried to fight against the restraints only to groan as it seemed that every muscle in his body ached as if he had just run a marathon... Not only that but he was in a strange room with not one item of clothing on. If not for the sheets that were covering his form, there would have been nothing to keep him warm from the admittedly cool temperature of the room he was residing in. How had he gotten here in the first place...? Nate had no memory of what happened last night after he had started running through the forest when he had felt his mind slipping further. So then...why was he in a well furnished room rather than the forest floor that was the last thing he remembered....? "Ugh...me duele... Dónde estamos Chess, hmm? (Ugh...I hurt... Where are we Chess, hmm?)"Nate asked of the black and white tabby who simply purred in response, content that his master was awake and well after the events of the night before. Sighing, Nate reached up with his free hand and stroked Chess gently. It seemed whatever had happened last night had made him captive...just wonderful... As if he didn't have anything better to do than to wait for his captor to come back and untie him. At least they had the common courtesy to give him something to eat, not that he could reach it being restrained to the bed and all. Then again, Nate didn't know how long he had been asleep, nor did he recall what had occurred last night. For all he knew he could have killed somebody...but if that was the case, why would they waste the time in tying him up and giving him a bed for the night. Either they were the dumbest captors in the history of the world or there was something they wanted to know about last night and intended to interrogate him after he had awakened. Whatever the case, it seemed Nate would have to wait until someone checked on him again before he could do much else, especially considering his movement was rather limited. At least he had Chess for company, that in and of itself would make the waiting bearable, even with the scent of the warm meal driving him crazy.... Someone had better come quickly before he chewed out of these damn restraints himself....
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Post by Raphael G. Mattias on Sept 4, 2013 5:14:38 GMT 10
Meanwhile in a nearby observation room, Dr.Giordano, watched and listened to his patients interaction with his feline friend. The man nodded his approval of his patients lucid interaction. He was fluent in Spanish, among his impressive list of known languages, as to understand every word. Declaring his charge as stable, he pulled out his cell phone and made a phone call. "Raphael.... Yes, he is awake. ... uh-huh. Looks to be stable. ... alright. Yes, that is fine. But remember, young master, he may have no recollection of the events."
As if in answer to Nate's unspoken demand, the door clicked and swung open. Two men entered the room, not bothering to close it behind them, Raphael and another person. A woman who was obviously a maid by the uniform, looked to follow them in when something to her left caught her attention. A faint giggle could be hears inside the room. She turned her head to look down the hallway. Her eyes widened and she quickly excused herself and looked to sprint away out of sight. "But, Nana!. I wanna see fluffy kitty." A disembodied little girl's voice could be heard faintly from somewhere beyond the door. Both men turned their heads to look over their shoulders at the voice coming from behind. There must have been a reply from someone that was not audible to those within the room, but the little girls retort was clear enough. "But fluffy kitty might be hungry. {pause} Fluffy kitty! Come get your yum-yums." the voice called out. There was a reply again that was not audible followed by the little girls voice whining "But why? {pause} Daddy said? But, wait. what about fluffy kitty.... " The voice faded as it got further away until it was no longer audible.
Raphael couldn't help but smile. He turned his head to look at Nate and his furry bodyguard. He kinda wished the cat would rush out after Alice, since things would go smoother without him in the room. Raphael was dressed rather casual in khakies and a polo shirt. The sneakers on his feet showed that even though in that casual dress, he would rather be in Jeans and a T-Shirt. The other man was the exact opposite of Raphael. This man had a no-nonsense air about him. A chiseled chin and stood stiff with his hands clasped in front of him. He'd entered behind Raphael and stopped just inside the doorway.
Raphael studied the man before him for a second before he said. "You've caused quite a stir when you crossed into our property uninvited. However, we mean you no harm. My name is Raphael, and you are a guest in our home." Raphael turned his head and gestured to the guard. "He looks to be in control of himself, Guido." Guido looked to want to protest, but whatever he was going to say would stay unspoken for he gave a curt bow and walked forward to undo the restraints. Raphael would have undone the restraints himself, but his own injuries had closed and mostly healed, yet his shoulder would be stiff for at least a day.
"I'd like to ask a few questions of you, but it has been almost 24 hours and you must be hungry. Our chef would be delighted if you tended to your meal. He gets quite cross at a good meal going to waste" Raphael said. "He may decide to withhold your desert otherwise." Raphael continued and looked quite serious, though it sounded like a joke. "The New York style cheesecake on the menu today is to die for." Raphael continued, a smile playing at his lips. Guido returned after undoing the straps and with a nod from Raphael after looking for further instruction, walked out of the room.
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Post by Nathaniel Knight on Sept 6, 2013 9:09:40 GMT 10
Unaware that he was being watched, Nate continued to gently stroke Chess as he waited for his supposed captors to show up. Thankfully it didn't seem he had to wait very long as the door opened a few minutes later. Two men, a rather young looking man dressed in what could be a school uniform for all he cared and tennis shoes was followed behind an older man whose expression brooked no dissent. What was this, a good cop, bad cop routine? For crying out loud why would they choose a child to talk to him first and foremost...these people, whoever they were, were either morons or believed they had complete control over him. Tch...whatever, Nate saw no reason to cooperate with them unless of course they gave him a damned good reason why he woke up restrained when the last thing he remembered was running in the forest.
The sound of a young girl's voice surprised Nate. Out of all the things he was expecting, children in what he believed to be was some sort of extravagant interrogation room designed to mess with his head, was certainly not it. If they used a child to get information out of him these people were the lowest of the low and he would not answer anything they wished to know. It was Chess' reaction of the girl's voice that surprised him as the tabby perked up, ears attentive to whatever the child was saying. Had it not been for the men that had entered the room prior to the child speaking, the cat might very well have jumped off the bed in order to see what the child was calling him for.
Seeing the men however changed Chess' mind about the action immediately as his ears went back and uttered a low, warning growl, tail twitching back and forth. From the looks of it, any attempt to get near the tabby would result in getting scratched, or worse. Seeing Chess'reaction to the men, Nate couldn't help the smug, if amused expression that appeared on his features. Well now, this was an unexpected turn of events...who knew that Chess would be so protective of him that he would even growl at his captors. Thankfully, the child was drawn away from the room and though Chess still listened to the girl's voice, he remained where he was, never once taking his eyes off the two men that had just entered the room.
As the younger man spoke, Nate studied his expression out of force of habit more than anything. Being a therapist, he was accustomed to recognizing subtle cues that would indicate the other person was lying or hiding something. It was why he was so good at his job really but then again, whoever this young man was was doing a rather good job of hiding whatever emotions he had regarding Nate's situation. Needless to say, it was rather curious...it wasn't often that Nate failed to read others and he found himself wondering just who this young man was. The young man mentioned something about entering their property...well, shit...damn what exactly happened last night...and why couldn't he remember. When the young man introduced himself to be Raphael, Nate was about to say something when he turned to the other man, Guido apparently. What...in control of himself...what the hell happened last night?!
When Guido stepped forward to undo the restraints, Chess uttered a low, warning growl and would have attacked if not for Nate's muttered words that calmed the tabby. What Raphael stated about him being a guest in their home sounded like a load of bull but Nate didn't care to argue in that moment, neither did he have any wish to answer any questions this Raphael might have. Nate had his own questions and like hell he was going to answer anything when he had no memory of what the hell was going on. The comment about being hungry brought a smirk to Nate's features as he fought the urge to scoff at the statement. Thank you, Captain Obvious, really now, of course he'd be hungry after who knows how long he'd been asleep especially considering the last thing Nate remembered was running which meant that he had exerted himself in some manner last night. With that in mind, it didn't take a genius to figure out that he just might be hungry.
At the comment about the chef, Nate couldn't help but roll his eyes. Was this guy for real...? Seriously, after having just woken up restrained to a bed, who in their right mind would eat something that was prepared for them. For all Nate knew this so called chef could have poisoned the food and Raphael was trying to lure him into a fall sense of safety by calling him a guest in their home. Nevertheless, there was no denying the fact that Nate was hungry and who knew how long he would be able to withstand the scent of the food beside him. After Guido left, Nate sighed and rubbed his wrist where it had been tied to the bed, never once looking away from Raphael. "Do I look like an idiot?"Nate finally replied in a seemingly calm voice that held a heavy Spanish accent,"You mean to interrogate me and yet you wish me to eat food that may or may not be poisoned. Just where the hell am I and why the heck was I tied to bed unclothed?"he continued, his voice little more than a growl.
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Post by Raphael G. Mattias on Sept 9, 2013 22:40:23 GMT 10
After all that had happened. The personal injuries he'd suffered and the fact that he may have been mortally wounded as a result. His niece Alice rushing into that clearing moments after the threat was contained. 'Oh Gods!.. If she'd come just a minute sooner....' To be spoken to in that manner, even as he offered a smile and hospitality..... Raphael saw red. He'd gone zero to pissed in a second flat and only his Mattias training kept him from showing this in his features. Had he been anyone else, he was sure he surely would have jumped on the man and pummeled him for his indifference. But he did not. Giordano was certain the man would not remember what he'd done. Raphael swallowed the anger and sighed instead.
Raphael's smile settled into a neutral expression. "As a matter of fact, yes. As intelligent as you may look, Doctor, that rubbish which you have chosen to speak certainly makes it seem so." Raphael replied not looking amused at all. "If you were listening, I have already answered your first question. You are in my home, and our guest. If you were a prisoner, I assure you that you would have awoken to find yourself in a most severe and uncomfortable predicament. Instead we have cared for you while you were unconscious and incapacitated, attended to your wounds, and have even anticipated your needs by providing you with a home cooked meal." Raphael clasped his hands at his back for he may loose himself and would have strangled the man if he were to interrupt. "An intelligent man would have realized that if we wanted you dead we had ample time and opportunity to have murdered you while you slept." Raphael retorted, letting his irritation at Nate's accusations get the better of him. It was not very Mattias like, but he just didn't give a damn at the moment. His own wounds still ached and that idiot in front of him had the audacity to think he'd been wronged somehow? "Stop and think. Rogue beasts are usually put down before they can cause any significant damage. Why is gods name would we wait for you to awaken just to poison you?." He did not wait for the reaction. Raphael continues and did not let up to field a reply until he was done. He may be a Mattias, but that didn't mean he was incapable of being angered or insulted.
"As for the need to restrain you?." Raphael said as he came closer and ignoring the cat's rather annoying protests, stood over Nate and glared down at him. "I shall assume that you do not remember what you've done, and most importantly, were not in conscious control of yourself, which, by the way, is why you still live." Raphael said, His eyes hardening. "In a nutshell, Nathaniel. You trespassed on our property. You attacked me when I asked you to leave. And had I not taken you down, you may have killed that four year old girl you just heard in the hallway a minute ago." He accused, glaring at Nathaniel for effect. "Each one of those three things are punishable by death in lycan law" Raphael lectured before straightening and turning his back on Nate.
"Now enough of this nonsense!. If you want to call answering a few questions an interrogation, then fine. It is a free country." Raphael turn again. A fluid motion that a normal human may have mastered after many years in the military. "As for your clothes, my good man, new ones will be provided for you shortly. The ones you came in with were rendered un-serviceable when you transformed into your werewolf form." Raphael knew it would be a shock for Nate to realize that Raphael knew what Nate was. " It took my staff a good hour to track down where you transformed and retrieve your clothes. It was fortunate no one came across them before then." Raphael smirked before he added: "You didn't think you were the only werewolf in town, did you?." Raphael did stop then. Dr. Giordano entered. Raphael had no choice but to cease his rant as he glanced at the good doctor. "Raphael. I have reason to believe he may be feral." Raphael's eyes widdened as he turned his attention to Nathaniel and studied the man before him for it seems that Raphael had jumped the gun. The look on the mans face spoke volumes. 'Shit!.... he doesn't know.' Raphael thought to himself. A feral werewolf was a were who did not know he was a were. The wolf would take over his consciousness and run rampant. The poor soul would awaken from this at a later time and not remember where he'd been or what he'd done. "Bloody hell" Raphael grumbled in a deflated tone.
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Post by Nathaniel Knight on Sept 10, 2013 7:35:59 GMT 10
Even though Raphael had done a good job at hiding his emotions from Nate, the fact that the smile disappeared from the younger man's features wasn't lost on him. The sigh that came from Raphael also meant that Nate had somehow managed to strike a chord. Good, at least he had managed to get under one of his captors' nerves, even if just a little. Perhaps he would gain the upper hand here after all. The words that followed thereafter were far from what Nate had been expecting however and it took all that he had not to show how positively furious he was at having his intelligence insulted. The fact that Raphael had called him 'doctor' meant that he at least knew of Nate's background, though how Raphael had obtained the information he had no clue, and still had the audacity to insult his intelligence.
As Raphael went on about how he had in fact actually answered Nate's first question, Nate had to bite his lip to keep from growling at the younger man. Yes, Raphael had stated that he was in their home. However, that did not tell Nate where Raphael's home was located...for all he knew, he could be in India or some other foreign country if not for the obvious English accent that Raphael spoke with. The explanation that followed the insult elicited a rather neutral expression from Nate as he fought not to show just how thoroughly confused he was at what Raphael was saying. Sure, Nate was extremely sore right now but that could easily be contributed to running for who knows how long last night considering that was the last thing he remembered doing. Considering that was the last thing he could recall, Nate had no way of knowing just how far he'd run before he blacked out and somehow woke up here, unclothed, and restrained to a bed of all things. With this in mind, was it any wonder that he had asked where he was?
Raphael didn't even leave room for a reply as he went on without so much as blinking, going on and on about how he could've killed Nate had he so desired. This time, Nate couldn't stop the low growl that escaped him as he tried to make sense of the accusations Raphael was informing him of. There was no way in hell that he would have harmed anyone, much less trespass on another person's property. Hell, even when Nate was drunk he wouldn't do any of the things Raphael was accusing him of. So why the hell was the younger man accusing him of being a 'rogue beast' of all things. As the younger man continued about the need to restrain Nate, Nate couldn't help but give a bitter half-laugh at the explanation. Well now, that was the most intelligent Raphael had stated since he'd opened his mouth this entire time.
The so called explanation about what he had supposedly done only elicited a rather harsh leer from Nate as he waited until Raphael would finally let him talk. What the hell was this moron talking about...'lycan law' well, this was certainly the first time he'd heard about it. What a load of bullshit this was turning out to be, clearly Raphael had no idea what he was talking about if he saw fit to make up some law relating to mythical creatures. The lecture didn't stop there however as Raphael once again continued on about this 'interrogation' and only to once again sound like a raving lunatic when he claimed that Nate had transformed into a beast and that was why he had been unclad upon awakening. The last question asked of Nate elicited a rather amused expression from him as he raised an eyebrow as if asking if Raphael really wanted him to answer such a moronic question.
Nate was about to give his answer to the wild accusations when another person entered into the room, saying that Nate might be feral of all things. Being called feral was the last straw, even if these people were complete lunatics, Nate had had enough of the wild accusations being thrown at him. "First off, I am not some animal that you can claim to be feral. I am a doctor, Doctor Nathaniel Knight, recognized and esteemed therapist in my country and you would do well to treat me as such. Second, I have never seen either of you before today so how the hell would I have injured you, much less the child that was in the hallway. For god's sake, the last thing I remember was running the a very much deserted forest. Do you really think I would know exactly which home I am residing in! Yes, you answered my first question previously but I do not know who the hell you are to call me an imbecile when you are spouting these wild accusations about me transforming into some hideous beast!"Nate seethed, glaring at the two people before him all the while,"You are accusing me of transforming into some hideous beast. Not only that, but some sort of rabid dog that could have very well destroyed my family and the one person I cared about!? Who the hell do you think you are? Perhaps it would be best to think about what you are saying before you speak, lest you say anything else that might make you appear more foolish than you already have,"he finished before looking down at his precious Cheshire, stroking the cat's soft fur as he did so, refusing to meet either man's gaze in that moment.
A few moments would pass before Nate would calm enough to look at the situation from Raphael's point of view. In Nate's mind, there was no plausible way that he could have accomplished the things that the younger man had described but nonetheless, there must have been some truth to his story. Besides, Nate knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he hadn't necessarily been...himself...lately. Something had happened on that night when he was attacked and since then he'd been fighting whatever it was that could possibly have occurred last night. Sighing, Nate picked up his cat and held him close, the soft fur and the familiar motorboat purr that issued from the tabby never failed to calm him down, and this time was no exception. After a time, Nate looked back up at the two men and sighed, appearing much calmer than before to say the least."I will not apologize for my prior words but please understand. My home is in Spain, I came to England on a business venture, nothing more. Ever since the night that I mentioned I have not been...myself... Add the confusion of suddenly waking up in a strange bed in a home I have never set eyes on before and my confusion is warranted. The only thing that I remember of last night's events, of which you have accused me of almost murdering a child of all things, is running through the forest to clear my head. You claim that I acquired injuries last night, however, aside from being sore, which I contribute to running for who knows how long, I feel nothing out of the ordinary. Please, explain why you see fit to accuse of of these rather absurd crimes,"Nate explained in a more calm, business like tone, much like he used with his patients. These men were either insane, good at coming up with tall stories, or telling the truth and Nate was determined to find out which one it was. If that meant he had to play nice to get the information he sought, so be it...though if Raphael accused him of yet another crime he didn't commit, all bets were off.
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Post by Raphael G. Mattias on Sept 12, 2013 10:16:17 GMT 10
Raphael's expression settled on neutral. His lips pressed together into a line as he listened to the clueless rant of a man who supposedly had a somehow achieved a doctrine degree, yet could not accept that he'd done anything wrong. The moron admitted he had no memory or recollection, yet could still claim innocence based on absolutely no proof of what he'd done in hours of time he could not account for. This fed the fires of anger and ire in Raphael. He knew that Nate had no memory of what he'd done, but the man's indifference and total disregard for the severity of the situation set Raphael's kettle boiling.
His ears reddened, yet his face remained neutral. He was a Mattias, after all. Even the ears would have been unacceptable had his father been present. But Mitchel was not here. It was just Raphael at the moment. And though he knew that it was kinda his fault at jumping the gun, Nate was just too good at pressing the one button that would send Raphael over the edge. The first time Nate referred to Alice as "The Child", Raphael's hands slowly curled into fists. That "child" was his niece, and had she been harmed by Nate or that devil of a cat, Raphael would be pummeling the son of a B, if there was anything left of him after Michelangelo had gotten trough with him. Just sore, he said? Raphael almost jumped on the man then. Maybe a broken jaw would make him shut his bloody trap, Raph thought as he tensed. A hand on his shoulder reminded Raph that Giordano was next to him, if not slightly behind. 'He doesn't know. He's feral' were the words that Raphael kept repeating in his head over and over. It somehow kept his feet rooted to the spot as he suffered the lunatic's rant.
Raphael took in a deep breath and counted to ten before slowly exhaling. The fact that Nate seemed to calm and start to talk more like he had a brain helped calm Raphael further. Raphael's fists almost relaxed but then Nate had to mention Alice again. He tensed again and the hand at his shoulder tightened.
"Master Raphael. I believe that this matter hits a little too close to home for you, since the little one is involved. With your permission, I'd like to be the one to help our Guest with his debriefing." The Mattias's personal physician asked. Raphael turned his head and locked eyes with the doctor. They'd been friends for as long as Nate could remember. His respect for good doctor was second only to his parents and siblings. Giordano was practically family. He nodded and even gave him a crooked smile as he stepped aside to yield to the man without protest or question.
Kassey thanked Raphael and patted his shoulder with a smile. He grabbed the Windsor style wooden chair that was against the back wall next to the doorway behind him and swung it around so that its back was facing Nate. "Doctor Knight" he addressed Nate and extended a hand. "I am Kassey Giordano. Ostiopathic Medicine (DO) and Doctor of Veterinary Medicine (DVM). with an education from John Hopkins University of Boston Massachusetts, United States of America." He declared, Shaking Nate's hand before sitting down straddling the backrest. He rested his arms on the top of the back which put his hands at chest level and studied the man before him for a moment. He was sure his own credentials would put the men on near equal footing when it came to education. They were no longer strangers. They were now colleagues of the medical field, and an air of their profession would now preside over their personal view.
"Today is September 11th, 2013. You are in the Mattias family mansion that resides in a small suburban town about ten miles north of Ipswich, England. This." He said glancing around the room. "Is one of my recovery rooms that I have the privlidge of maintaining with the good gracess of the Mattias family, who I am employed by. The strapping young lad you you've just spoken to is Raphael Mattias. He is the youngest of the three Mattias brothers." He said turning his head to gesture at Raphael who nodded but crossed his arms at his chest to show that he was still not in a good mood.
"You are not a prisoner here, Doctor. As far fetched as it may seem to you, you are indeed a guest of our master Mitchel Mattias, the head of the family. You have been under my care for the better part of a night and a day." Giordano said to clear up the matter of imprisonment. "You are free to leave, if you wish, but I must insist that you give Mitchel the courtesy of an audience for you have indeed trespassed on their property." He asked politely. It was a half truth. Mitchel said he wanted to talk to Nate. Nate would not be permitted to leave the mansion until then. He could, however leave the room once Giordano cleared him and proclaimed him "safe"
"Your restraints were necessary for your protection, as well as ours. We had to be sure you were once again yourself. When you arrived you were incoherent and not in full control of yourself, and this -is- a residence and there is a young child about. Alice is her name. She is Raphael's neice and she is rather fond of your furry friend there." He said gesturing to the cat.
"The meal that will soon cool and be wasted is not poisoned. I had the good fortune of enjoying the twin to that tray just before coming down to see how you were getting along. I regret now that i did not come right away, and I apologize. However, if you were to try the fare, you may understand why I made that choice." Giordano proclaimed. He then stopped to allow Nathaniel a chance to absorb his words and reply before he would continue to the very serious business of shedding light on gaping hole of lost time and memory in Nate's head.
There was a gasp from the doorway and a very blushed maid stood there staring at the man in his birthday suit. She closed her eyes and apologized over and over and the thrust a hangar holding a new set of tailored clothes for Nate at Raphael. She quickly turned around and fled the room. In Raphael's hand was a hanger holding slacks, dress shirt, T-shirt, belt, shoes,socks, and even a plain polo style shirt in the event the dress shirt was not wanted. Raphael glanced at Nate, and then settled his eyes on Kassey before he burst out laughing.
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Post by Nathaniel Knight on Sept 14, 2013 18:00:11 GMT 10
Even though Raphael's expression remained neutral, Nate could tell that he struck a chord even as he continued to lash out. True, he had no way to account for the hours that had somehow been wiped from his memory but Nate could not describe the level of amused satisfaction he gained from seeing Raphael grow angrier. It was rather odd that such a huge chunk of time was suddenly missing from his memory and the more rational side of Nate wondered why this had occurred. His head was not spinning and he hadn't had anything to drink last night before running through the forest, the last action he remembered taking before waking up tied to the bed. That ruled out a concussion or drunken amnesia, which ,in retrospect wouldn't have mattered because Nate could hold his liquor surprisingly well. Perhaps this Raphael's story held some truth to it...but that was outrageous, how could Nate possibly be what they claimed he was.
However, unfortunately for Raphael, Nate gained an indescribable satisfaction from seeing his accuser squirm under the lash that his words dealt him. Thus he kept lashing back, calling this fool an imbecile and mentioned the child once before it seemed the other man stepped in to calm the hotheaded fool down. Thereafter the more rational side of Nate finally presented itself as he presented his case once again in a more...appropriate manner. He did however, mention the child again just to make Raphael squirm again, serves the fool right for throwing such wild accusations at him without showing him a shred of evidence. The other man's choice of words however was...interesting... To the other man's credit, he talked to Nate as if he was an equal rather than a fool who should have known what he was being accused of and why.
The slightly amused, if smug expression that had been on Nate's features since he had began his tirade of sorts faded when the doctor introduced himself. As Dr. Giordano introduced himself and explained his credentials, Nate's demeanor changed to something of a more professional air."A pleasure, I'm sure,"Nate replied with just the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice as he shook the doctor's hand. As the doctor went on to actually answer the questions he had initially asked, Nate relaxed a little more. Finally he could talk to someone with more than half a brain. Now the real question was why hadn't he been able to speak to Dr. Giordano before. Sure he had enjoyed making Raphael squirm even just slightly but it would have saved them both a lot of trouble if they had simply let the doctor speak first.
As the doctor went on to explain that he was in fact, not a prisoner and was indeed a guest of the manor, Nate couldn't keep the confusion from his features. This quickly changed to alarm however as Dr. Giordano said that he had been here for almost a full 24 hours, if the quick calculations Nate had made were correct, now. Eyebrows raised as Dr. Giordano explained that the master of the house wished to speak to him about a crime he had no recollection of committing. Whatever the case, perhaps talking to the owner of the mansion would be the best idea considering the rather gaping hole in his memory. They could hardly accuse him of a crime he didn't remember doing however. And if they did, it would hardly do them any good if they had no evidence. At the mention of the child, Alice apparently, and how she was fond of Cheshire, Nate smirked slightly as he continued to pet the purring motorboat that was his tabby. "I am not surprised, Cheshire has always been quite the charmer. He has been my constant companion for a while now,"Nate explained briefly before the doctor mentioned the meal once again.
That was right, they had brought him something to eat. At the sudden and admittedly wild accusations Raphael had brought to the table, Nate had completely forgotten about the meal awaiting him. He was actually about to pick up the plate next to him when a gasp drew his attention back to the door. This time Nate couldn't keep the soft chuckle at seeing the rather red maid. Goodness, had this maid never seen a shirtless man before? From the look of it, she had certainly not been expecting such a thing as she apologized several times over and thrust a bundle of clothes at Raphael.
The entire scene was quite ridiculous, especially considering that Nate usually did sleep topless. If he should happen to stay a few days in the manor rather than taking his leave immediately, as he hoped to do, they best not send this particular maid in while he was still in bed. Shaking his head in amusement at the situation, Nate set Cheshire back down and picked up the plate that the good doctor mentioned again. After removing the lid from the meal, Nate was assailed with the very same delicious aroma that had first woken him only to find himself tied to the bed.
Now that he saw what he had been given, and how delicious it was, it was all Nate could do not to simply wolf down the food right then and there. Instead, he forced himself to slow down and eat the meal as a civilized man rather than the beast Raphael claimed that he was. Now Nate could understand why both Raphael and Dr. Giordano had all but raved about the chef at the manor. Even with forcing himself to slow down, the meal was gone in a short time before Nate returned his attention either man in the room again. "My compliments to your chef. I do not fault you for taking the time to enjoy your meal before attending to me,"Nate said after he had finished and set aside his now empty plate,"As you can see, I am now quite in control of myself, Doctor Giordano. Might I be permitted to dress now?"he continued, a hint of sarcasm slipping into his speech as he did so.
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Post by Raphael G. Mattias on Sept 19, 2013 5:31:38 GMT 10
Raphael said nothing while the doctors conversed with each other. He'd even taken a slow deep breath, which he exhaled just as slowly, as he lowered his arms to his sides and stuck them in his trouser pockets. Maybe it was the fact that Raphael had done battle with the feral wolf, or the fact that the man looked like a charlatan sitting there in his underwear, yet had a pedigree that Raphael himself was still in the process of obtaining. Or perhaps the fact that Nathaniel had yet to apologize for what he'd done, or simply thank Raphael for saving his flea bitten hide. He came to the conclusion that he just didn't like the man. Raphael was not a bitter person. That man was just good at pushing the one and only button that set Raph off. He could change his mind later if the fool came to his senses and gave credit where credit was due. And he was patient man, which offset his hotheadedness. He would wait until everything that needed to be said was said.
The only lingering wildcard was Alice. The man had been unconscious when Alice arrived, but the dodged bullet didn't mean that she's not been in danger. Then there was that feline bodyguard of his. Raphael may have referred to the cat as a hell spawn, for it never once failed to yowl spit and hiss at him whenever he walked by, but he admired the little beast. The cat was loyal and fiercely protective. As if on cue, the doctor commented about Alice and the cat and Nates response about the beast being a charmer had Raphael was almost grinding his teeth in keeping his mouth shut about where Nate could shove that cat of his. Raph was glad that his hands were hidden in his pockets to keep them from reaching out to strangle the man. Raph's flare of anger even went as far as to make him wish he had poisoned the meal as the fool had accused earlier.
This reaction confused Raphael however. The thought was extreme and uncalled for. The cat had not hurt his niece. In fact, Giordano was right. The two seemed to get along great. He settled on the cause almost immediately after questioning his anger. It was Michelangelo. The incident with Alice put a strain his his relations with his older brother. Accident or not, Raphael was in charge out there and ultimately at fault and would shoulder the blame for what almost happened.
Raphael closed his eyes and counted to ten again. The surprised gasp of the maid made him fling his eyes open as he snapped his neck in her direction. Her expression and reaction brought an amused smile to his face, even as she literally thrust the clothes at him and ran off. Nate's response, sarcastic or not, to the awkward moment in asking for his clothes was the icing on the cake. Raphael burst out laughing. That same maid was the one who'd tended to Nathaniel's wounds and sponge bathed him while he was unconscious. She probably did not expect to see the man awake and sitting there to stare at her when she entered. The poor thing. Raphael said to himself thinking of the maid's discomfort. Should he tell them about it? Oh, Yes!. But later. There was a lot more to talk about before then.
Giordano and Knight both looked at him like he had just grown an extra head to which Raphael both held out the hanger to Nate and held up his other hand to ward off a retort as he apologized. "Forgive me" Raphael said after clearing his throat. "That was uncalled for. Perhaps I shall share with your the reason for my outburst, but first there are much more important things to discuss. After you're dressed, of course." Raphael said with a before excusing himself and walking out of the room. He needed to make sure she was okay. As he walked down the hall his voice could be heard in the room saying: "Amanda, wait...." Before fading away.
Kassey just stared after Raphael speechless for a moment before turning to Nate and saying. "Oh, of course, Doctor Knight. By all means, please make use of the folding blind in the corner." He said gesturing to the wall behind Nate. While Nate dressed, Giordano said what Nate might think to be the most peculiar thing.
"As we discuss the events that transpired when you crossed into Mattias property, I ask that you remember the old saying by the master of the unknown, Sherlock Holmes, when he said; when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?"
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Post by Nathaniel Knight on Sept 22, 2013 19:00:21 GMT 10
For the most part Nate ignored Raphael while speaking to Dr. Giordano. In truth, he was rather fed up with the hot-headed fool that had more or less walked into the room hurling insults and wild accusations at him. Of course Nate had taken offense to the college boy's words and had responded in turn. This passive aggressiveness would have only continued had not the doctor, who appeared to be the voice of reason in this setting, finally stepped in. Had there not been a quiet literal black hole in Nate's memory perhaps he would have been kinder but as it stood he had woken up in a strange bed with little more than covers to shield his form. Not only that but some neophyte had walked into the room and accused him of trespassing among other things. Was it any wonder that Nate had reacted the way he had under the circumstances?
Perhaps if Nate could recall the events that went on the night before he would have been more forgiving of Raphael's less than subtle approach to the problem. However, Nate had no such recollection and had thus misinterpreted Raphael's words as an assault. Then there was the ridiculously amusing appearance of the maid who practically thrust his supposed attire into Raphael's arms. Whatever had caused such a reaction, Nate had no clue but opted to ask, albeit sarcastically, if he might be granted permission to dress. Raphael's sudden outburst of laughter was unexpected and elicited a rather amused, if almost smug expression to appear on Nate's features as he raised an eyebrow in question. Whatever had caused the outburst, at least Raphael had the good grace to apologize for it before handing the clothes over and finally leaving the room. Good riddance.
When the doctor mentioned the blind in the corner, Nate promptly slid out of the bed, clothes in hand and began to dress, opting for the slacks and the polo shirt. Amazingly enough they fit like a glove and Nate found himself wondering how they had known what size to fit him. Perhaps they had taken his measurements when he had been sleeping but...if that was the case, just how hard had he been sleeping anyway. The hole in his memory was beginning to vex Nate to say the least but perhaps with time that could be mended. He could have fallen on his head in the woods or something of the like, that would account for the memory loss at least but not why both Raphael and Dr. Giordano were claiming that he had trespassed on Mattias property.
While Nate was still in the process of changing, Dr. Giordano said something rather...odd...to say the least of things. He had indeed heard of Sherlock Holmes, in fact, he had been given the opportunity to read quite a few of the books while attending a class one year and knew the quote that the doctor had stated very well. It was a quote he sometimes said to his own patients when they were in denial that they even had a problem. Was Dr. Giordano really going to try to use the same technique on him...? Stopping momentarily to finish slipping on the last articles of clothing, Nate slipped out from behind the blind once again, folding down the collar of the polo shirt out of force of habit. The shirt was much more comfortable than the dress shirt in his opinion given that Nate had to wear a suit whenever he worked. In all honesty, Nate would have preferred jeans and a T-shirt since he had no need to impress anybody currently. Beggars couldn't be choosers however so thus Nate had opted for the more comfortable of the two shirts.
"Indeed I know Sherlock Holmes quite well, Dr. Giordano. However, I must say I do not know what a famous detective's words have to do with this rather puzzling situation I have seemed to find myself in. If you insist, I shall keep the quote in mind but as I have already stated, I do not recall anything that passed during the night other than the decision to run in the woods. A quite normal thing for me to do on occasion, I assure you, considering I find that it helps relieve stress,"Nate replied before moving back over to the bed where Cheshire remained, looking for all the world as if he was a king who deserved such comforts. Stroking his beloved cat, Nate smiled slightly at the familiar motorboat purr as it seemed Chess was perfectly relaxed now that he was certain his master was safe and well. How Chess had gotten to the mansion, Nate didn't know but perhaps that would be revealed in Dr. Giordano's explanation as well.
"Please explain, Dr. Giordano. Perhaps you can shed some light on this vexing void in my memory,"Nate stated before falling silent as he waited to see what the explanation would entail.
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Post by Raphael G. Mattias on Sept 30, 2013 4:35:50 GMT 10
"First, Doctor. I apologize in advance, but I must insist that I cannot disclose how I came about the information I am to disclose. I am not at liberty. Second...." Kassey paused and looked Nate in the eyes. He did not waver in the slightest as he continues. "I remind you, Doctor Knight, that at the moment you are in my care, not matter what we pretend in our discussion. That being said, I must also ask that you consider yourself a scholar once more, and I, your colleague." His gaze became intense. Nate would know this was no ruse and that the Kassey was being about as serious as a man about to make a decision that would send loved ones into harms way with the knowledge that most would not survive. "This is now a classroom and we are conducting an experiment, of sorts. Consider this a project assigned by your teacher. Your final exam. One worth a whole semester's grade, and thus, will determine whether you will pass or fail for the year." Giordano continued, laying the foundation for a discussion that had no room for skepticism. No matter how outrageous the subject, they would have to approach it as if real and with an open mind.
"Lets begin our hypothesis. We open our folders and find we are to play the part of a psychiatrist and psychologist. We are the Directors of a psychiatric hospital and have a rather unusual case that warrants the top and most experienced minds to try to sort out." Giordano pauses for a moment. "Our patient is a strapping young Hispanic lad of 25 years of age. No prior history of mental health issues. Unmarried. No children. He is suspect in the murder of his family. He has claimed innocence and has been admitted to the hospital for evaluation, for he has the most fantastic story. One which involves a large monster or creature that is described as a rather over sized dog or wolf." Kassey Reaches out and puts a hand on Nate's shoulder to head off an anticipated reaction. "On your best behavior, Doctor. Let me finish with the introduction and then we shall begin our hypothesis. I remind you that you play the part of a third party in this scenario. You and I are doctors." Giordano waits for an acknowledgement, stands, turns his back on Nate, clasping his hands at his back. He begins to pace the room as he continues.
Dr. Giordano continues with a brief description of their patients events that closely resembled Nate's life. His disappearance from his native country. A dramatization of the weeks he has been on the run. Giordano was able to piece together where and when Nate had gone based on his financial records. The Mattias were very thorough with their investigation while Nate slept. Kassey even hit the nail on the head with a description of exactly what Nate had been experiencing. The urges, the fatigue after periods of no recollection. The "fever" that would not ease no matter what he took to remedy it. The vivid dreams. The onset of symptoms of schizophrenia, etc. Kassie goes into the time frame of the night before. Where the patient was. The substantial distance covered that was obviously much too large for a human to have traveled on a flat and open terrain, and an impossibility in the woodland terrain he described. He described the land surrounding the Mattias mansion, and the fence the patient had somehow scaled. Giordano went into describing where the patient was intercepted and what transpired during and after. All without mentioning werewolves. He simply generalized, after which he reminded Nate of his credentials and started a lecture of the habits and traits of wolves. Stopping his pacing, Kassie turned to Nate and settled back down into his chair. "And here we are." Giordano said finally. "Now, Doctor. Let us play Holmes and Watson and go over the facts before us. After which we must bridge the gap between them. When you are ready, of course" He concluded and waited.
At the end of the hall leading to where the doctors were talking, a young girl stood frozen staring down the hall towards the faint sounds of talking coming from the room. Still in her "Hello Kitty" pajamas, Alice April Mattias took a hesitant step forward. She was sure she heard someone say something about a hippopotamus. Hearing this brought thoughts of the song "I want a hippopotamus for christmas" and she had to stop cold. She was actually on her way to go ask mommy if she could have an ice pop from the kitchen when this happened. Christmas was coming up soon.... well, after halloween and thanksgiving, but she still had little grasp on time, and so she wondered if they were talking about getting her one, since there was no way one could fit in santa's goody bag. To the toddler, even a baby hippo was HUGE to say the least, and she frowned at the thought of the poor rain deer pulling santa's sleigh with one aboard. How would they ever be able to fly?. Surely Uncle Kasey was going to buy her one instead of making Santa bring it. She was going to ask for one anyway... well, a pony first. And a bunny, and a kitten, and a puppy to keep her other pup company, but then a hippo for sure.
"What are you doing, cupcake?" An all too familiar voice asked. Alice visibly jumped, startled in surprise. She turned and looked up at the smiling face Raphael. "Shhhhhh" She said in reply, putting a little finger to her lips. "Uncle Kay-kay is getting me a Hipposofumus." She whispered, beaming up at him. Raphael knew she meant Hippopotamus and almost snorted and laughed at her pronunciation. She was so adorable with her toddler talk. Still, he wondered what on earth was being discussed by the doctor and his guest to have given his niece that idea. Raphael knelt and reached for her. Alice knew he was going to pick her up, as he'd done hundreds of times and put our her hands to allow for it. "That's wonderful, Ali-bee. But don't you think uncle Kassie would be hurt if he knew you discovered his surprise?." He whispered back. The little girl's legs wrapped around Raphael's waist as he sat her on his leg, and she hugged him briefly before looking at him. her face screwed up in thought before smoothing out as she replied in a whisper. "I guess so". "And isn't it impolite to listen to other people's conversations when they don't know you are there?" He asked in a gentle voice. Alice's smile disappeared none the less. "Yes, Uncle Waff" She replied looking down. "Its alright, sweetie. But the hippo is supposed to be a secret. So don't tell anyone about it, okay?" Raphael whispered. Alice picked up her head and smiled again. "`kay". Raphael kissed the top of her head as he set her down and winked. "Run along now." Alice smiled and ran off saying "`kay. love you. bye bye".
Raphael could swear that his little niece was the best medicine in the world. His mood improved and his anger and anxiety seemed to have just melted away. He mentally thanked her for her gift as he watched her run off and out of sight, before turning and quietly making his way to the end of the hall. He stopped short of the doorway and leaned against the wall to listen to the conversation within. A pang of guilt hit him since he was doing precisely what he'd just reminded his niece not to do. However, he knew if he entered the room he would be a distraction for Nate that Kassey would not want. Things sounded like they were going well. He hopped he would remember to tell the good doctor that he should plan on getting a hippo stuffed animal for Alice. She would likely accept it in place of a real one and would be disappointed otherwise.
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Post by Nathaniel Knight on Oct 15, 2013 17:59:51 GMT 10
As the doctor began his so called explanation, Nate couldn't help but scoff at the 'apology' before a nigh incredulous look appeared on his features. Really now...starting off with such a vague, mysterious statement...just what was the doctor going to say. Raising an eyebrow, Nate remained silent as the doctor reminded him that currently he was under his care and thus, that made him the patient. Oh come on, was Dr. Giordano really going to play that card... really. Nate himself had played that card when he didn't want to argue with another patient about technical matters but it was really only a last resort thing. That Dr. Giordano would pull such a thing now was a little extreme and Nate could only just barely hold back the sudden urge to growl. The words that followed served to calm Nate somewhat though after the 'I am your doctor' card, Nate was finding it hard to place himself as this man's colleague. Tch and yet the man somehow expected him to play school again. Really now. It had been years since he'd been in school and yet Dr. Giordano expected him to get back into that mindset once again. After years of hard work to get to the position he was in now, his 'colleague' was now asking him to demote himself into the role of a student of all things. What bizarre explanation could the doctor possibly have in store that would require such and outrageous form of role-play. Despite his misgivings and irritation at the so called set up, Nate gave little indication of this other than a rather, fierce, piercing glare that almost matched Dr. Giordano's in that instance. As Dr. Giordano continued to explain the scenario, Nate simply listened, merely humoring the doctor for the time being. He really had no intention of playing along and was more than ready to call the residents of the Mattias manor bat shit insane. If Dr. Giordano's explanation echoed Raphael's foolish bumbling, Nate wasn't about to stay one more moment in the mansion despite having been told to remain there for the time being. They could no more hold him prisoner then they could a stray cat for that matter. Should Nate want to leave at any time then he would damn well leave this house of crazies behind without a second glance. The next words that Nate heard Dr. Giordano's case did nothing to improve Nate's already low opinion of him and this foolish scenario. Glaring fiercely at the doctor, Nate couldn't help the low growl that escaped him as the 'patient' was described to sound exactly like him. Had Dr. Giordano not stopped him, Nate would have simply walked out that door and not looked back. If this was some attempt to get him to believe what that foolish boy had been saying earlier, Nate would not stand for it. It was hardly a coincidence that the doctor described the patient to sound exactly like him however and Nate was cynical at best as to what would come of this so called explanation. As if he really would believe that myths and legends existed, really... There was no evidence that they existed, and no possibility that he could suddenly become one. Hell, if the legends were true, then surely Nate would have remembered turning into the dog-like monstrosity that these idiots seemed to believe him to be. As Dr. Giordano continued, relating events that Nate had never told anyone, and would never have told anyone unless it was required of him, he couldn't help but get the feeling this was leading to some sort of trap. When the doctor finally finished, asking that they now play the part of Holmes and Watson, Nate couldn't help the cynical smirk that appeared on his features. "Forgive me doctor, but there is really nothing here to solve. I am far more interested as to how you managed to find out such detailed information regarding my past. Enough of this pretense. Since you seem to know so much about the rather intricate details of my past, I would much rather you tell me how you came by this information. Since you won't however, as you explained in the beginning, I see no need to waste my time with a 'colleague' who would speak in riddles instead of telling me exactly what was going on,"Nate replied in a crisp, cool tone, "I am not crazy as you would have me to believe and as you can see, I am quite in control of my faculties. As for the previous conjecture that I am, in fact, a werewolf. Such things are mere legend and I will not give in to such fairy tales. Now, if you'll excuse me, doctor, if that is indeed your title, I believe I have spent enough time with this foolishness," he continued before standing up and making to walk right out of the room. He was right, this manor was filled with a bunch of crazies and Nate would not waste one more minute here if he had anything to say about it. Words: 899 | Notes: I'm sorry .-. he's just so fed up and cynical | Tags: Mattias Manor Residents
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Post by Raphael G. Mattias on Nov 3, 2013 7:48:29 GMT 10
As Nate went into his rant, Raphael's patience evaporated. Even with Alice's gift of taking the edge off earlier, that pompous fool of a scholar with a cracker-jack box doctrine raised his hackles like no one else could. Raphael was going to break the idiot's nose and stand there with a smug smile as the moron would struggle to explain how it was completely healed within the hour. And please. PLEASE, lord, let the mongrel try to fight back so he could pummel him. Nate spoke of leaving and Raphael pushed off the wall and turned to enter into the room and intercept him. A hand at his shoulder with a firm, unyielding grip stopped him. "Raphael" a voice that could not be ignored called to him. The man who's hand was attached to could read a person like an open book. The fact that Raph was not even trying to conceal anything meant that Mitchel knew exactly what his youngest male heir meant to do. "Enough! I shall handle this personally" The voice declared, and it was like an electric shock. The thoughts of turning the corner and intercepting the exiting doctor with a fist vanished. The retorts and insults he'd thought of for a split second evaporated. All designs of violence towards Dr. Knight, forgotten. He could do nothing but yield. His father had spoken, and his words carried the weight of Alpha. There was no disputing the command. Raphael simply nodded and yielded. He was sure that after his father was done with Nate, Raphael himself would have to answer for his total disregard of everything he was taught in regards to behavior and conduct becoming a Mattias.
Raphael wondered how long the man had been standing there listening and watching. The head of the Mattias family could be silent as a specter if he chose to be. You would not know he was coming unless you were looking right at him. Raphael paled at the look of disappointment his father let slip on purpose as pulled Raphael aside to get past. He felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar after being told he was not allowed to have any. He was acting like a spoiled rich college kid. His head bowed and eyes cast down in shame as Mitchel walked past him. Raphael sighed, turned on his Mattias facade, and followed on the heels of his father.
Once past his son, Mitchel Mattias turned and entered through the open doorway and put his game on. The man known as Mitchel Mattias was not an overly tall man, yet to see the man gave the sensation that he was larger than life. What he lacked in height, Mitchel made up for in a well muscled frame and wide imposing shoulders. He was dressed as he usually was in a custom tailored Armani suit that looked like it was just pressed though he'd been wearing it for most of the day. His shoes had a mirror shine that looked like they might have been made of polished Onyx. He sported a green TMNT tie that somehow just worked. Or perhaps it was just Mitchel's persona, and the way he wore it with pride, that simply hinted at your total annihilation if you dared ridicule it that made a person agreeable.
Giordano's jaw dropped to see Mitchel enter. The alpha nodded at the family doctor and then turned his attention to the man that tried to walk past him. His hand came up and the flat of his palm being placed on Nate's chest topped his advance cold. The alpha did not cease his advance. He walked steadily forward, backing Nate up until the back of Nate's knees made contact with the bed, forcing him to sit. Nate simply had no choice. Mitchel's facial expression was no nonsense. The aura of power, confidence, and absolute authority cascaded off the man. That fore mentioned Lion, king of beasts, as he may have thought to be, would have rolled over like a kitten to have his belly scratched.
Mitchel's hand dropped to his site. Behind and to the left stood Raphael. There was a hint of pity on Raph's face before it became neutral. Raphael clasped his hands before him and looked to stand vigil as his father spoke. "Please have a seat, Doctor..."[/color] Mitchel said and paused briefly, a hint of skepticism being allowed to show on purpose before returning to neutral. Nate would find it difficult to disobey. "Knight." He concluded before continuing. "I am Mitchel Mattias, Master of this manor, and head of the Mattias family which resides within." He extended a hand to allow for a handshake. His grip would be overly firm. "I may have said it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Doctor Knight, but your attitude and conduct thus far, at the hospitality we have shown you, does not leave much to be desired." He said taking weight and measure of the man.
Mitchel was in the observation room at the other end that hall earlier. He witnessed the interaction of his son, the doctor, and Nate. He was not pleased with his son or their guest. The doctor, however, had done his best. Nathaniel was simply too stubborn and arrogant to allow himself to see what was plainly in sight. Words would be lost on the man, Mitchel was sure of this. Like a religious fanatic, he would dispute anything that did not fall within his narrow minded view of the world. In other words, he would have to be shown. Not just shown by having someone transform into the very thing he refused to believe existed, but Nate himself would have to be transformed.
Whatever Nate was saying or would have said would be cut short. Mitchel was in no mood for debates. No mood for further insult. No mood for this spectacle to continue any further. "You require proof, Doctor, of what had been adequately explained by our most capable, and qualified expert in the field, Kassey Giordano? Fine." He said with finality. "Let me indulge you." Mitchel stated, and though it was not a threat, one would argue that it felt as if a sentence or judgement had been handed down.
And with those words, The Alpha stepped back and set his sights on Nathaniel. Brown orbs intensified onto Nates eyes. Nate would find it impossible to look away. Mitchel asserted his will onto the man before him. "Now, Doctor Knight. Show me your native form, and do remember to be on your best behavior" He commanded. He would allow the wolf to slowly take control of Nate. Allow the transformation. And once transformed Mitchel would make that rogue wolf kneel at his feet and allow Nate to take dominance of his body and see for himself what he was. See for the first time that split personality that once dominated him. He would remember everything.
Mitchel's left hand slid into his trouser pocket and gently stroked an item in his pocket that was the source of his foul mood. It was an antique pocket watch made centuries ago for his family. A family heirloom that was passed down generation to generation. It was unfathomable that the item would ever be sold or gifted to anyone who was not a blood Mattias relative, yet this man before him somehow had possession of it. One the man was made to see who and what he was, Mitchel would get the answers to the mystery. In the meantime, he removed his hand from his pocket and focused his full attention on the man before him. [/font]
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Post by Nathaniel Knight on Nov 4, 2013 16:36:35 GMT 10
From the moment Nate had first awakened he had been accused and spoken to in riddles about something that was utterly ridiculous and for all intents and purposes, impossible. Of all the things to be accused of, to be told that he was a werewolf of all things? It was outrageous and Nate had had more than enough. Even if he was a supposed 'guest' in this household, that did not make him a prisoner. With this in mind, Nate had opted to simply leave the manor along with the clearly insane individuals residing in it. Unfortunately for him, Nate didn't get very far when the door opened revealing the idiot college boy and someone else that seemed to exude authority. The hand that was placed on Nate's chest might as well have been a brick wall. Suddenly Nate felt like he was two-years old again and being sent to time-out for throwing a temper tantrum...which was exactly what he had been doing now that he thought about it. Still, who was this man that could make him feel like a chastised child just by stepping into the room? The man was a complete stranger and by judging Dr. Giordano's expression, was clearly held in high regard...or something along those lines to elicit that type of response. Before Nate realized it, he was once again sitting down on the bed and being addressed by this stranger who had some unfathomable control over him. He hated how helpless he felt under this man's gaze...it seemed that no matter how much he tried to, Nate just couldn't tear his gaze away from him. Even Cheshire, who would have been hissing and growling the moment Raphael walked in the room was silent and almost seemed afraid of the man as the tabby quickly bolted under the bed, refusing to come out. As the authoritative figure introduced himself as Mitchel, the master of the manor, some of it made sense. Nate didn't even have a chance to respond to the insult addressed at him before Mitchel continued on, saying that he would give Nate the proof he so desired. Had Nate not felt like a chastised child he would have appreciated that someone was finally willing to be straight with him. Enough of the riddles and the wild accusations, he was fed up with it and had Mitchel not had some indescribable hold on him, no doubt Nate would have tried to walk out the door again. The so called explanation given by Dr. Giordano had been nothing more than riddles and had only led to more questions than answers. If that was a sufficient explanation of what had happened, then Nate would certainly wouldn't wish to hear what an inadequate explanation would have been. The order given by Mitchel thereafter seemed to flip a switch that immediately released the wolf, the source of Nate's insanity that he had been desperately fighting against ever since the incident. The wolf howled, eager to be released so soon after the full moon while Nate doubled over in obvious pain, his head in his hands as he tried to fight back whatever the alien voice in his mind was. The wolf laughed at the human's miserable attempts as the transformation began to occur slowly, painfully. This time however, Nate could feel everything and try as he might he couldn't stop the wolf from taking the reigns. This...this was impossible and yet...his body was changing into the very beast that had attacked his family. How could this be? Why was this happening... Nate howled in agony and dispair before giving a barking growl in an attempt to warn the others to get away before his eyes changed. No longer did they hold sanity, but only the same feral rage that Raphael had witnessed the night before. This was no longer Nate, but a beast, a monster that would attack anything in its path to freedom. Still, even this monster could not ignore the Alpha's presence in the room. Mitchel's presence was almost suffocating but the wolf would not allow himself to be under the rule of any king. Nobody would tell him what to do and that was the end of it. Crouching low, the wolf growled in obvious challenge, not giving into Mitchel's obvious authority, refusing to. Teeth bared and ears moved back as a threat, daring the Alpha to say something, to give him an excuse to attack even as the growling intensified. Clearly the wolf wasn't going to give in anytime soon. Feral eyes searched the room, looking for any way that he could escape when the wolf's eyes locked onto Raphael. It was clear that the wolf immediately recognized his attacker from the night before as he gave a growling bark and lunged towards Raphael. He would end it this time and no wolf pack would save his prey... No, the wolf would be the victor and no Alpha was going to stand in his way. Words: 843 | Notes: And let the chaos begin... | Tags: Mattias Manor Residents
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Post by Raphael G. Mattias on Nov 7, 2013 10:09:26 GMT 10
Mitchel kept his gaze and full attention on Nate as he willed the transformation to take place. While Mitchel was an alpha, he was not Nate's alpha. He could impose his will on the rogue wolf, but he would not have absolute dominance until the rogue wolf submitted. It was a chemical change in the brain of a wolf that allowed for recognition of an alpha. Once tamed, the rogue would no longer be a rogue. He would be extended family. A pack member. This left a bitter taste in Mitch's mouth, even though he'd made the decision already. Mitchel knew nothing of this man past what his investigation revealed. This did not set well with a man who was all about family. He was taking a gamble, and Mitchel was not a gambling man. He always held the upper hand. Always prepared and well versed before he took on an opponent. But a rogue in his territory was not acceptable. Nate was a huge liability that could not be left free reign. He must either be tamed or eliminated. Mitchel chose to give the rogue a chance.
Everything went well in the first phase. Mich had control of Nate and kept Nate's essence at the forefront. The goal was first to have Nate realize that he was not alone. That something else that was not under his control had sway in his life. It was another part of himself that he must embrace, and then conker if he did not want to turn native. Once a person gave in and became native, there was no going back. The man would cease to exist and the werewolf would become just a wolf.
Then something unexpected transpired.. Mitchel concentrated on the rogue's scent and found something that should not be there. There was a hint of a scent coming from the man once thought to be a stranger. A hint of a familiar scent that shifted Mitchel's thoughts from his task. Sorellina? (Little Sister?)....Como. Como e' possibile?(But how. How is this even possible?) he pondered as the scent hit him with one hell of a blindside. He lost focus. Michel inhaled to take full measure of what he'd discovered. His mind analyzed what evidence his senses collected. The man was not blood Mattias, this was a certainty. Raphael or any of the others would have caught this immediately. The man was not exuding the scent, he was wearing it. It was faded, like it had not been re applied for a long time. A claim. He now understood that Nathaniel Knight was marked. It was a form of protection. A protected status, not so far removed from the way a wolf marked its territory. Mitchel's hand reached into his pocket to touch the pocket watch. Yes, it was the only logical explanation. Was this man a lover? A trusted friend?. Protection was given to human friends of wolves. It extended the protection of the pack to them. As in true mob folklore. A protected human was "a made man" so to speak. Untouchable. Other wolves would know that to kill that human would bring the wrath of the pack upon them if a good reason and proof there of was not provided. Giordano had this, as well as Celestine and his own wife. The mark, however, just like marking of territory, had to be re-applied regularly, especially to those who were not in direct contact with the pack on a regular basis. While this all played out, Mitchel knew he'd lost his hold on Nate. It was unavoidable.
Raphael, who stood at his fathers side knew something had gone awry when intelligence left Nate's eyes. It was further confirmed when the rogue wolf growled in obvious defiance. Once the ears went back and the crouched happened, Raphael wasted no more time. Raph would have like to have argued that his Alpha was in danger and he had to protect him, but that line of thinking was utterly ridiculous. Even a rogue knew better than to attack an Alpha. It would be a fight to the death. There was no room in lycan law for anything less, and Mitchel would have made very short work of the inexperienced rogue. Raphael knew, even as the rogue looked about for a venue of escape, that he would be the target. They already had a relationship, you see. Already rivals.
Raphael was already exploding out of his clothes as the rogue pounced to attack. The loud pop and shredding sound was loud and fast. The two wolves met in mid air and grappled, jaws snapping, snarling and growling. Paws jockeyed to put their foe into a position where fangs could find purchase and cause damage. The blur that was Mitchel was seen in his peripheral vision. This was ignored. What could not be ignores was the word that blur shouted.
Mitchel would have ended things there, but his sensitive ears caught the faint gasp over the sounds of battle. His head snapped left as his body turned to look at the doorway. Ice ran through his veins at the sight. Alice was standing there, her lungs filling with air about to let out a scream. His precious granddaughter was in the one place where that rogue wolf was sure to go if he had a chance. Mitchel was always aware of his surroundings and knew that Giordano could not possibly reach her in time. Fear, something Mitchel was unfamiliar with, stabbed at his heart. There was no time. The hello kitty sippy cup in her grasp slowly fell to the ground, even as the scream became audible. Mitchel lunged to put himself between what was precious to him and the danger. "Alice!" he shouted. He could say no more.
The good doctor had not been dormant during the fiasco. He realized something had gone wrong and reached into his lab coat pocket. There was a syringe filled with a tranquilizer. His hand wrapped around it and pulled it free. The experienced doctor had flicked the lid covering the sharp needle or and had it at ready, even before it cleared his pocket. He never heard Alice gasp. His human ears were incapable of that. What he saw was Mitchel turn and lunge, even before the scream and name were called out. Once he realized what was happening, he saw he had no choice. He ran forward. The tranquilizer was dosed for the human, and not the rogue who would burn through it much too quickly. It would have to do. All Raphael needed was a split second to gain the upper hand. The doctor knew the danger he was placing himself in. He may be killed. But he saw he had no choice.
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Post by Nathaniel Knight on Dec 29, 2013 13:02:04 GMT 10
The wolf bit and tore at Raphael as the fight commenced, bound and determined to kill the other. This time, Raphael no longer had his pack on his side, this time it would be the wolf that was the victor. One thing was for sure, the wolf would not back down so easily this time, it when he believes victory was still within his grasp. Escape was the furthest thing from the wolf's mind right then and there, he relished the freedom the alpha had provided from that weakling human. For that, he would not kill this whelp that so clearly belong to the alpha...no...what he would do would be far, far worse than death. Death was too easy a fate for this foe, yes, Raphael would be made to suffer if the wolf had anything to say about it.
The scream that pierced the air thereafter was enough to distract the wolf just enough to allow Nate's consciousness to resurface even if just slightly. That foothold however was enough to allow Nate to take the reigns once again, he was not about to let a child get hurt because of the monster he had been forced to become, not if he had anything to say about it. Forcing the wolf back once again, Nate fell to the ground after yet another bite from Raphael and yelped but remained limp, motionless to hopefully cease the fight that had commenced because of the wolf. The wolf however had other ideas and was already clawing at the figurative cage it had been placed in, far from happy at the turn of events. How dare that weakling human even try to keep him locked in a cage.
Nate could already feel his grip over the wolf slipping when thankfully the doctor acted and injected him with a tranquilizer. The injection hardly stung before Nate already felt the effects of the medication taking effect, much to his great relief. Once again, Nate's world faded into black with a soft whimper that was meant as a thank you before he was once again enveloped in darkness.
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