Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

[snowblindmods]

Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

Comments

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will's entire job had been to apply labels to the various psychopaths he hunted, but he didn't feel the need to say such a thing. Rhys probably had the healthier approach.

He was starting to withdraw then the other man made his request. It caused Will to pause, not because he was surprised at the request, but more at the fact that Rhys was speaking to something personal. He studied the man's body language and the expression on his face, taking it all in and processing what it suggested.

Interesting.

But for now, he simply nodded. ]

He is down here. [ Will confirmed the unasked question. ] Probably making the rounds and you'll see him soon.

[ It was a careful non-answer because Will wasn't immediately sure how he was going to approach that curious request. He'd have to think on that. But hopefully it provided Rhys something to hang on to in the meanwhile.

He gave another small nod and then, unable to think of anything else he could offer, he retreated from the cell. ]

[sleight_of_fate]

[Maybe Rhys's approach wasn't healthier, but it was more practical. There wasn't much in the way of law in the world of magic, just a lot of subjugation and death. Rhys wound up killing a lot of the monsters that threatened him, because they were simply too dangerous for any human law system. If humans even acknowledged to existence of the unnatural.]

I'll keep an eye out for him. Thanks.

[He knows that Will is closer to the older man, though, that he can do more for him. Knowing that he's there and willing, that helps a little.

It also hurts a little, but...it's what they've got.]

Appreciate it. Watch yourself.

[Rhys lays back down and curls up carefully, cradling his injured arm and closing his good eye for the moment. Shutting everything out in favor of what's in his own head, if just for a little while.]