United We Stand

[Dust]

Dust limped over a bit of rubble, taking in the entering party and a large group of men joining the rest. Inside his wolf was ready to consume his being once more, but they both understood there were no more men in dark armor... That made him straighten up and look over his broad shoulder, blood drying from the gunshots and the stabbings he'd received crumped away as his muscles were used again. He looked at the tank he'd used as a footstool and expected to see the wounded soldier that had apparently been important enough for the pajama wearing man to have at his side. It occurred to him at that point that he would be someone to fetch for information. But no matter how long he stared at the empty space he'd been at there was no telling where he'd gone off too. Well.. There was, but Dust couldn't smell the scent of fear in the air anymore.  Just disappointment and regret...

And his own uncertainty where he stood in all of this.

Dust approached about the same time Jarvis explained to another older fellow that the suit was fireproof. He noted several new people, most of them looking as if they had a bad day in one way or another. He walked in closer, approaching someone that was at least familiar to him.

"Anyone else?" Dick asked, not wanting to send one person in. That was most unwise.

"I can go," Marcus said, approaching the flames. As a terminator, the fire would not disturb him.

Dust was good enough at information gathering that he understood what was going on. He wouldn't know what it is they were looking for but understood that something was in the rubble that needed to be found. He raised his hand, driven by the need to be helpful. "I can.. Go." He offered, nervously adding: "I just.. Need..." He looked at Jarvis. Then at the rest of the people. "This is going to sound weird, but I need to kiss someone to use my powers." He explained if the butler could hear him there was no sign of it.

Everyone's eyes shifted from one man to the other. Frenchie. Or, those who knew. The rest of them side glanced towards each other as if this sounded like a plan only a fan-girl could.

Except he looked ashamed of it, had some fan wanted to make out with anyone specifically, they would be glancing up and singling out someone specifically. Like a few did to Frenchie. Dust was too busy looking like a dog who was happy to see its master, only to remember they tore up the newspaper that had been left out. Frenchie, who didn't hate the idea at all, was just shocked to hear this. Noticing afterward that people were looking at him.

He wasn't the type to pout, but there was a bit of a look on his face that told everyone that this silent volunteering wasn't amusing at all. "Et bien.." Sounding a bit tired of fighting, and then waved the stray over. "Come here big guy, I will kiss you." He expected Dust's refusal, but instead only got mild hesitation. Frenchie would say that the boy looked like a dog who needed coaxing out after being yelled at by someone. Instinctually, he waved the man over like such a creature.

Dust finally braved going over. It occurred to him only after he began, of how he has yet to ask permission first to kiss. He remembered back when he was fighting for the Russia when permission didn't come up a lot. Everyone on his side knew of the contract and what they may be expected to do. He avoided his commander unless stakes were dire and the -usually- guy demanded he does so. Dust has never had the awkward situation where he had to walk over to someone specifically in front of a crowd and make out with someone while they watched. Hokori was suddenly subconscious about all of it and his steps were slow.

Frenchie stood there, hands on his hips waiting. When the newcomer was in front of him, Dust was looking a bit at the ground. He wondered what was going to happen next. "Well?"

"Oh.. Yeah. Sorry." Wolf said trying to work up the motivation to do so. He decided to push the nerves of what he was doing out of his mind and just going for it. With a visible gulp and a 'you can do it' jerk of his hands, he finally looks up at Frenchie. DuChamp had a curious look on his face, for a half second before Dust grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. The French man grabbed him gently by the shoulders. Expecting this to be more awkward than anything.

Hokori felt the effects of the beast being pushed back in his cage, it growled and swatted. It was so hard to not re-cage the beast by making out with Frenchie for however many uses of his claw and bite he'd lost count to using during all that. The smarter part of him even begged him to. How interesting that its times like this where his emotions were high that he wished he could turn them off for more logical thought processing. After all, already the strain of his payment was weighing him down. He had to be careful with how much more he put himself through.

That said, the kiss required for Volk had to be 15 seconds and passionate. So while he wanted to erase the debt, he had to focus on the task at hand. Dust wrapped his arm around Frenchie's strong back and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, keeping his eyes closed and starting to count. As he did, he didn't expect the man under him to start kissing back. Dust didn't expect that in the least bit and found himself losing count. He started over just to be sure, feeling a bit of heat form on his cheeks from his surprise.

At least that's what he is going to say if asked.

Frenchie kisses back, partially because he wasn't sure if the power would work if he didn't do so, and partly because he wanted to. Might as well enjoy something offered to you, right?

After a bit longer than he needed, and Dust would know because of the inner workings of being a Contractor, Hokori pulls away gently but quickly. Both men shared an awkward but subtly interested look before he turns his back to Frenchie and grabs his ears once more. The transformation was not for the weak stomach, the sound of bones cracking was painful to hear, but watching his body turn red and dark, his muscles swelling, his bones thickening and his spine lengthening.

It was grotesque and horrific, and it was furry.

Moon Knight's angry eyes widen as the transformation finished and before him stood a 10-foot maroon colored wolf that stood on two strong legs, with an arched muscular back. The monster before him invoked the wrath of the white-clad 'hero' with a not-so-subtle grunt of disdain.

By then, however, the long furred wolf was already throwing himself into the burning building, behind Jarvis and the Terminator Marcus. The voice that slid from the tongue of Volk was thick and growly, so much so that it was nearly impossible to understand him but Dust managed to bark out something. "Why?" It had to be simplified or he could not communicate, even that might be too much.

"An artifact was inside or base, Master Dust. We need to find it." Jarvis said, but that's as much as he'd give out. Time was being wasted. Dust new that more than anyone actually. He glanced at Marcus once more, before leaving to seek out something that looked important enough to go into a burning building for. Already the heat of the fire singed the fur on his back and arms, getting too close would leave him looking as bad as you think it would.