jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
“Yea.it is. Someone’s looking for something. And things are missing. From each house. I can tell there’s something missing. But I can’t figure out what. Figured you two, with your....talents, might know how to look and find out if someone’s keeping them for trophies, or if they’re selling what they steal.”
“...Always twins. Though they’ve ranged to as old as twenty. Someone’s not sure what they’re searching for, but knows it’s existing.”Alex sighed tiredly, relaxing a little as gabe touched his shoulder. He was mentally and emotionally exhausted, despite getting a night’s rest.
Sith frowned thinking about that, eyeing the man with green cat sit eyes, glancing at the godling standing in the doorway. “We’ve met before.” “...In Rotterdam, when you were named lord of cats. Yes, your coronation was a thing of legend.”Loki said tilting his head as he considered the man. Sith nodded a little, studying the man before looking at james. Considering him, because if he was who he suspected, he should have been able to hold the shields without a problem. Much like the other. “Moon struck iron. You wont be able to talk to anything, or it will be hard, but here in the heart of faerie, moon struck iron will be the only thing that can hold your shields. There’s a way to wed iron to your shields, but I am not the one who knows how to do it, and who you could ask is very hard to get to.”Sith frowned a little watching the officer go. Thinking about it, because moon struck iron was hard to come by, cold iron was about any earth bound iron and would harm fae, but to have moon struck iron forged under the light of a new born moon, made from meteorite chucks, was about the only sort of iron fae could handle and still work magic around. It was hard, but it would keep the wild from attacking his shields hopefully.
“Yes...we will.”Alex said pausing in the doorway as he headed downstairs, pausing at teh sight of his brother talking to the fae, uneasiness in his stomach at the sight. “We need to know what to do with the funeral arrangements.” “...Just clean them up. I’ll take them to faerie for a funeral. The hunt will deal with the bodies.”Sith said almost coldly, because as soon as they had died, they were truly no longer his children. While it was a cold sentiment, it was like how a normal cat would see anyone they were attatched to. And giving the bodies back to the hunt, would keep them alive, would tie their spirits to the hunt they were supposed to join but hadn’t been old enough yet.
“...Always twins. Though they’ve ranged to as old as twenty. Someone’s not sure what they’re searching for, but knows it’s existing.”Alex sighed tiredly, relaxing a little as gabe touched his shoulder. He was mentally and emotionally exhausted, despite getting a night’s rest.
Sith frowned thinking about that, eyeing the man with green cat sit eyes, glancing at the godling standing in the doorway. “We’ve met before.” “...In Rotterdam, when you were named lord of cats. Yes, your coronation was a thing of legend.”Loki said tilting his head as he considered the man. Sith nodded a little, studying the man before looking at james. Considering him, because if he was who he suspected, he should have been able to hold the shields without a problem. Much like the other. “Moon struck iron. You wont be able to talk to anything, or it will be hard, but here in the heart of faerie, moon struck iron will be the only thing that can hold your shields. There’s a way to wed iron to your shields, but I am not the one who knows how to do it, and who you could ask is very hard to get to.”Sith frowned a little watching the officer go. Thinking about it, because moon struck iron was hard to come by, cold iron was about any earth bound iron and would harm fae, but to have moon struck iron forged under the light of a new born moon, made from meteorite chucks, was about the only sort of iron fae could handle and still work magic around. It was hard, but it would keep the wild from attacking his shields hopefully.
“Yes...we will.”Alex said pausing in the doorway as he headed downstairs, pausing at teh sight of his brother talking to the fae, uneasiness in his stomach at the sight. “We need to know what to do with the funeral arrangements.” “...Just clean them up. I’ll take them to faerie for a funeral. The hunt will deal with the bodies.”Sith said almost coldly, because as soon as they had died, they were truly no longer his children. While it was a cold sentiment, it was like how a normal cat would see anyone they were attatched to. And giving the bodies back to the hunt, would keep them alive, would tie their spirits to the hunt they were supposed to join but hadn’t been old enough yet.