Let slip the dogs of war

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Date&Time: The week of the moon base happenings!
Location: Moon Base
Charactes: Scott (workout), Isaac (freezerburned), Peter (painedintheballs) and everyone they run into!
Summary: Werewolves. On the Moon. Sounds like a B horror movie, doesn't it?

Notes:
This is a giant catch-all log for the wolf shenanigans on the moon. The log will be split into three top level comments:
Confrontation, for characters to run into Scott and Isaac separately and fight them/try to weaken them for containment/be mauled by them,
Containment, which will be closed to the characters doing the permanent containment, and
During Containment, which is for characters to interact with the wolves while they're incapacitated, but still twigging out- this is where possible solutions will be threaded out!

Moon Base FAQ!

And a quick note to all of our awesome volunteers! We had a ton of people respond to the plotting post, so in the interest of keeping timelines intact but making it inclusive, we settled on one actual capture scenario and opened up the confrontation section to any and all containment attempts. They won't be successful, but will still give us a chance to get some CR going!

Same applies to the during containment/solution thread. We'll probably select one "permanent" fix, but we can thread out all kinds of temporary fixes or attempted fixes in the meantime, so feel free to jump in!

Also, this was super well timed because Isaac-mun is going on a birthday road trip at the end of the week (I'll be gone until Saturday, sorry guys!), and Scott/Peter mun are both slammed by work so BACKTAGS MAY BE A THING THAT HAPPENS sorry guys ;w;

/TL;DR SORRY

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[Isaac doesn't seem to hear her, not when he's already driven half-mad by the moon beneath their feet. If he comprehends language at all, it would be a surprise- which is why it shouldn't be one when he lunges for her.

He lowers his center of gravity before taking off, almost like he's attacking her on all fours, moving to strike at her legs, take them out from underneath her.]

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[heartsink]

[ when the beast, the man, the whatever he is charges her, the question that crosses her mind is a strange one: not a monster?

or perhaps driven beyond sense; she has no time to think of it, if she had any at all. danger is a realization fast-registering, and before she can even get her second arm up to her chest, she can feel that ancient power surging to life on the pathways of her skin. her arm does not glow only for the leather bracer she habitually wears, but she can feel the light burning her skin, etching deeper the scars for which there is no healing, and she feels it erupt from her.

like a sudden breath into a balloon, light expands around her rapidly, too quickly, and while Isaac's blow will land, it's nowhere near his target—a translucent red sphere has engulfed the girl completely in the space of a heartbeat. ]

What did I just tell you? [ her right hand is a tight fist, but there's no fear to her voice, even like this. she enunciates well, expectant—if he is a true monster, then he should understand her, she thinks, and she would understand him in turn. but if not... ] Knock it off.

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[Isaac looks- well, confused when his attack falls short, and he stumbles into a halt, brow furrowed as he looks down at his claws, and then back over toward her, standing in the sphere.

If it exists, it can be destroyed, correct? There's no thought in him to try and outthink it so he simply surges back, stretching out for a full-body tackle into the sphere, trying to use his strength to shove it back against the wall and hopefully shatter it.]

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[ Inside the sphere, Ruka has her feet planted firmly on the ground, but as Isaac charges, she doesn't seem to be bracing for the impact at all. The bottom of the sphere meets the ground only directly below her feet, or perhaps it digs in through the flooring; with the red glow, it's hard to tell, but overall it's obvious that even a light push should move such a flimsy-looking thing back.

But even with the full force of the slam, the sphere doesn't go skidding backwards. It doesn't even budge.

Isaac might as well be hitting the wall itself, or something stronger; within the ball, Ruka doesn't even step backwards, or have to adjust her stance. Her arm, however, burns for the blow, pain searing into the hidden marking. It serves as warning for the danger, subconscious and completely unnecessary, considering the overt blows.

Her left hand curls into a matching fist, and with steady breaths, Ruka forces the perimeter of the sphere to come in, to shrink—to draw closer to her. Like an exhale, air leaves it. If he tries again, she thinks, if he doesn't run away now, she'll force its rapid expansion, like lungs, like a balloon inflating, and use the speed and force to knock him off-guard.

She knows she can't hold this up for long. Not for strength of power, or of will—but each second that passes diminishes her chance of getting out of here without being seen.

(And depending on the pair of eyes, she might prefer getting mauled to explaining just what she was doing, and how.) ]

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[For a moment, the breath is knocked out of him- he'd struck against the shield with such force that he'd very nearly broken a few bones in the process of... well, not budging it. It makes him stagger backward, and he takes in a harsh breath, trying to fill the air from his lungs after being winded.

Isaac snarls again, fingers tightening. He knows better than to just attack again, but there's also no way that he's letting this go. So, slowly, he moves forward, sniffing at the air a little curiously to see if the sphere has a scent, before placing the five points of his claws against it and dragging down, as if he can puncture it if he pushes hard enough.]