#sword fight your former family with harpoons

[sightseertrespasser]

Reading all of the new Drift stuff for @keferon’s apocalyptic Ponyo made me think of an evil idea.

Ratchet is just taking care of Drift until he can reunite him with other humans right?

And that’s kinda the gist of the situation for all the mers with their humans. Return them to a larger group of humans.

What if the biggest group of human survivors are Drifts former poacher buddies?

Just making a pack of poachers an active threat in the ruins adds such a level of intrigue.

They'll absolutely hurt the mers and will either bully the humans into doing what they want or maybe outright kill them if they resist.

Just, Drift seeing them all again, frantically trying to explain that the mers ARE sentient and they have to stop now more than ever and the slow dawning dread that the poachers do not care.

The mers, everyone of them from Shockwave to Blurr, all go through the same bittersweet moment of thinking "Oh there's a large group of surviving humans. I guess this is where we say goodbye."

Except their humans are lingering.

Hesitant.

“Aww. They don’t want to leave. It’s okay, go be with your own kind now.” Tears and encouragement like it’s the ending of Free Willy in reverse.

Except, the mers’ humans start FREAKING out. At the mers.

Screaming and waving their arms, physically pushing them away, and these new humans. These poachers, are gunning for them all, weapons drawn.

[vampiresuns]

Part VII: The Keeper (Take Tonight)

3.4k words. Things get tense between Saoirse and Julianus. When the crew of another ship attacks Meredith’s crew, matters only get worse before they get better.

CW: Mentions of stabbing, blood, fight related injuries and brief mention of anxiety attacks/being unable to breathe.

The crew of The Jagged Ruby, Saoirse and Meredith belong to @apprenticealec. The song for this piece is Take Tonight, by Family Crest.

Want to read more of these series? You can find its masterpost here.

After crossing the Strait of Sirens it was obvious to everyone in the crew of The Jagged Ruby that a simmering tension between its Quartermaster and its travelling lawyer had begun to brew. It was latent at first, growing until it was impossible to ignore. There had been no fights between them, no misunderstandings either of them had mentioned. 

It was a natural consequence of events. In all relationships there was a point where however many parties involved in it had to talk about their fears, wants and needs for the future. In all relationships there was a point where one of those people involved did something which the others may support, yet stress over.

And in all relationships between an immortal and a mortal there had to be a point where the former realised the fragility of the life of the latter. Facing mortality in others was always different than facing it in those one loves.

To make matters just a little worse, neither Saoirse nor Jules were talking about these things to each other just yet. Saoirse had begun to realise if the Queen and Julianus were in danger, they would have no option but to choose the Queen. It was a situation which had happened before —having to choose between a friend and the Queen— but there had never been any second thoughts about it. The Queen and her safety always came first, because it was the only true stake Saoirse had.

Julianus was different. Julianus was a stake in Saoire’s calculations. Not because it could make them sway from protecting the Queen — nothing could. Instead it was the realisation that they could not protect both of them, at the same time. For someone like them, for whom ‘to love’ meant ‘to protect’, it made them wonder what it meant about them and their love if they failed to do just that. Saoirse had never been in a situation like this before, and its novelty did not bring the excitement of learning.

It just made them feel nervous. It wasn’t a feeling they were used to, nor one they felt comfortable having.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Living as a pirate meant that when it wasn’t your own life being threatened, it was you doing the threatening towards other people’s lives. Perhaps it wasn’t a job requirement, but it was to be expected. It is something which is bound to happen sooner or later when the Pirate Queen of the Salty Seas reserved herself the right to toll ships navigating her waters.

Most ships did not put up a fight, nor got frisky. Some of them, however, did. The last ship Saoirse had pulled over after Meredith giving out the order to do so was such a ship. 

Aside from Jules’ mind compartmentalising the event —locking everything in it’s own box to be opened later, perhaps never— it was going fine. Relatively. Striking a mermaid in the chest with a lightning bolt wasn’t that different from doing the same to a person, and arrow shots weren’t necessarily lethal. Yet, if they did kill their target it wasn’t like their target wasn’t already planning to kill or injure them, or worse, one of their friends.

One way or another, It all went to its box, except perhaps for the weight of how they felt for this crew, that they would threaten someone else’s life — something they never thought they’d do. Some things are that important, they supposed. 

Their swordsmanship had gotten better, so had their archery. They had also been on a steady regime of two hours of magic practice per day since they crossed the Strait of Sirens. three weeks ago. It wasn’t that much time, but it was what they had on them. Practice and dusting off their books on the subject, and the frantic beating of their hearts as they thought ‘I really can’t die here’. The irony wasn’t worth it.

They ran out of arrows. The last of them now rested in the neck of someone who had been approaching Meredith from the back while Saoirse was swinging their maul at the main mast. In another occasion they would’ve stopped to ogle, standing on the fighting top of the ship they were raiding granted them a privileged view. However, the fight was not over yet and they couldn’t stay on their perch and watch.

As their feet met the deck, they noticed someone coming at them with a dagger too late. On instinct they tried to move away, using their arm as a guard between their chest and their face, in hopes to repeal the attack. They did, barely, but their forearm stopped the dagger. 

Out of adrenaline, survival instincts, they didn’t notice the blade hit their skin. Having jumped back and to the side, whatever was happening in front of their face got blurred out. All they registered was something hit them, as they kneed who had attacked them in the gut, and hit them square on the throat with the hand they weren’t using to protect their face. 

They didn’t even notice when they grabbed their sword with their dominant arm — which was the one they had been stabbed on. They just felt a sting of discomfort but didn’t bother to check as they tried to take the dagger from whomever had attacked them as a souvenir. They frowned at the blood on it, but before they could properly register where it had come from, their eyes noticed Saoirse had something between a spear and a harpoon stabbed on their side.

Someone was moving towards them with another one on their hand. Before Jules could think about it, they dropped the dagger and felt electricity zap through their fingers, a steady bolt hitting its target, making Saoirse turn.

“Julie, move out!” They yelled, trying to close the distance between them, but with Meredith still in potential danger, unable to.

Julianus moved just in time to avoid a stab from the same person, yelling back at Saoirse to focus on Meredith, that they were fine. When they tried to charge their sword with a bolt, however, their arm gave in. It felt dead. They noticed the gash from the stab, more of a slash than a puncture, going alongside their ulna bone and moving across the exterior face of their forearm. It bled, and as their arm fell, they felt another punch on their left shoulder. This time they registered the knife stuck to it. So did Saoirse.

Moving to stand in front of Meredith to shield her from anything potentially harming, it wasn’t much more of a fight for anyone after that, as Saoirse’s presence threatened to swallow the raided ship whole.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

There was no way Jules would have regretted what they did in the Strait of Sirens. Ever. It came with lessons and realisations, extra training and a sure way to defend themself if needed. They still got stabbed. Twice. 

They haven’t been sleeping well. The night of the Strait they slept like a log, yet after that night sleep became fickle. It was impossible to tell whether a good night of sleep or a bad night would happen on any given day. They would wake up several times in the middle of the night, sleep fitfully, or dream. There were so many dreams.

Saoirse noticed. Not only the interrupted sleep but the incomplete explanations from Julianus. They looked, felt and acted like there was something else they wanted to say (and they did) but could not say it. Self-censorship and nerves holding whatever it was hostage and tied in a tight knot in Julianus’ throat. 

Fear and the realisation that their fears were not entirely rational, added to the anxiety Saoirse would find them stupid kicked old responses into motion. Saoirse was, after all, an incomprehensibly old entity, and Julianus was only human, 27 and counting. Jules felt like they were between a rock and a very, very hard place. Or like a riptide kept pulling them in, over and over again, no matter how hard they tried getting out. 

Watching someone try to hurt Saoirse made everything settle, even if they were well aware acting unnecessarily defensive towards their partner when they spoke, as well as jumping in between harm and Saoirse, was not a precisely strategic move. Saoirse had nothing to lose out of being physically harmed. However, Julianus knew those weren’t the only ways to harm someone. The image in itself was already shocking, and their brain —a master of overthinking and strikingly quick logical leaps— provided the rest. 

Metaphorically speaking, standing in front of the void as it winked back at them had never been a problem. Julianus knew what Saoirse was. Julianus knew what their job entailed. Perhaps that was the problem. If Saoirse was the Code’s and the Queen’s keeper, then who kept the keeper safe? Julianus would do anything to anticipate that safety. Both as the reluctant Pirate Queen’s legal advisor and as someone who loved Saoirse.

It was too much stress, and things seemed to be going fine. As fine as they could be. More important things were brewing for them to fester on this and bring it to light. Julianus kept quiet, pulling away whenever an opportunity to speak rose up, shutting off.

Saoirse let it go the first day or two. They knew Julianus needed their space to sort things out before talking. However, they weren’t talking, at all. Now, stabbed twice, all of Saoirse’s fears also seemed to have found confirmation. 

Theodore said Julianus was truly lucky that both stabs missed tendons. Especially the one in their right forearm. He said they were also lucky about where it had happened. Taking a stab to the shoulder was infinitely better than doing so to the side and risking a punctured lung. Saoirse knew Theodore was right, but that didn’t make them feel any better.

After Theo healed them and wrapped their wound in bandages, Saoirse had tried talking to J.C. but the result was abysmal. They wanted to know why they would do such a thing, to put themselves at risk for them when they could not get physically hurt. Julianus, tired and in pain, didn’t have an answer for Saoirse. When they nudged them, they barked back that they knew it was stupid. 

They were defensive and their temper was at its peak; Saoirse didn’t understand, nor their own state, nor Julianus’ actions and it made them angry. If Saoirse knew the what and the how, why couldn’t they grasp the ‘why’? Julianus felt miles away from them. An abyss away. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

These humans were supposed to be the waves eroding their cliffside and changing them forever. This human even more so. Yet, Saoirse felt like the ocean had retreated from the shore so deeply into itself, it threatened to never come back.

“Just help me understand why would you do something like that for someone who cannot get hurt. I know sometimes fear is a factor in humans, but I assure you nothing is going to happen to me. I’m not the one who could’ve been stabbed on some vital organ, because I don’t have vital organs.”

Julianus frowned at them, looking somewhere between anguished and overwhelmed. “So fear isn’t a factor for you, ever? You never weigh a situation wrong, you’re never wrong because of fear.”

Saoirse pressed their lips together on a thin line. “It’s not so simple.”

“Because of the Queen?”

“You know I can’t choose.”

“I’m not asking you to choose. Ever. I would never ask you to choose.”

Perhaps that was the problem. They had seen things like this from a distance in the past. One partner would ask for something the other could not give for whatever reason. They would break it off. It seemed easier, simpler. Less entangled than the woven net of thunder blue light and bonfire warmth that Julianus had woven for them. Not because they needed it, but because they wanted to. Saoirse wondered what it would be like to lose one of the islands that conformed Ethari — perhaps like losing a limb felt like to a human. The thought was preferable to the hypothetical scenario than losing the Queen or losing Julianus. Or worse. Both.

“If you’re doing these things I have no way to protect you.”

“I know and as an adult I am responsible for my own actions. Saoirse I’m not asking you to protect— wait a second. So, you get to protect me and be all frowny at me because you realised you can’t protect both me and the Queen, but it’s a silly human thing that I try to protect you.”

“I never said—”

“It was heavily implied, your Deity of Ethari in the Frozen Sea.”

“Jules.”

“Don’t throw your entire incomprehensible presence at me. You know well enough that it doesn’t intimidate you.”

Saoirse threw Julianus a dark look. “I’m not trying to intimidate you. You’re being notoriously stubborn and closed off, I don’t understand you, and it seems to me you don’t understand that this could’ve been worse. You haven’t been sleeping alright, you could’ve lost more blood, you could’ve been stabbed somewhere else—”

“Saoirse I lost a minimum amount of blood.”

“You were stabbed twice, Julie.”

“I’m well aware.”

“I just don’t get it— why would you do—”

“I don’t know, Saoirse! What if you saw someone walk with a harpoon towards me. All I saw was that thing sticking from your side and someone going at you from your back, and I just didn’t see, and I know it’s stupid, and I know I’m stupid because of it and I know I’m human and fallible, and I’m going to die anyway!”

“Julianus, nothing is going to happen to me.”

“That’s not the point, Saoirse!”

“If you and Meredith are in danger, I can’t protect you. If I can’t protect you then what happens, Julie?”

“I already told you I’m not asking you to—”

“How can I wait for you to wake up every day to call you Mo Grhá, and call you Mo Ghrá if I can’t protect you, Julianus. I have never called anyone but the Queen those words.”

Jules' words died in their throat. They stared at Saoirse who for the first time in all those months they had known them looked hurt, at lost, and incredibly lonesome. Lonesome in a way only that which is incredibly old can look. Lonesome in the way mountains were lonesome, or the desert and the sea were lonesome. 

They had never felt a stronger feeling of wrongness. Like the chime of a bell which only grows, repeating the word ‘wrong’ over and over and over again. Saoirse had been open, vulnerable and patient with them, and they had been nothing but snappy and difficult. Sarcastic and impossible, and wrong, wrong, wrong. 

Julianus couldn’t breathe. They were at fault, and they couldn’t breathe.

“Do you— do you need comfort or do you need to be alone?” They heard Saoirse asked. They could only reply with a gesture.

“The latter? Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Saoirse stood on deck, watching the ocean waves rise and plummet. They felt Meredith standing at their side, frowning at the Sea. 

“I don’t wanna know, I don’t want to know that you told Sanlaurento about this, but I think I understand them. Don’t you dare tell them that, but I think I do. I know what it’s like to be at the other end of someone who’s willing to be a stupid shit to protect you, and I know you know this.”

Saoirse didn’t look at her, still watching the waves go high and low. 

“It doesn’t make sense.”

“Love doesn’t, Saoirse.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

The doorknob of Saoirse’s quarters turned, the door swung open, making them look up from their book. Jules stood by the door after they closed it, staring at Saoirse as they stared at them. Their eyes looked red and puffy, their waterline pink. They looked incredibly tired, and incredibly drained.

Saoirse wasn’t expecting them. At this point, they should’ve known better than being able to always anticipate Julianus. If they could, they wouldn’t mean so much to them. 

“I want to apologise, but I’m going to please ask you to let me explain myself. It’s not an excuse, I don’t want to excuse my behaviour because it’s not excusable. I was standoff-ish for no reason, and I was an asshole too. I shouldn’t have been sarcastic to you when you were worried about me. 

“You worry so much about me, you are so good to me, Saoirse, and the least I can do is apologise, explain myself and wish to be able to return even a portion of the goodness you make happen for me.”

They exhaled, softly, wriggling their fingers as they began to talk. They apologised, and when they explained themself, they told Saoirse everything. From where their reactions came from to their biggest fear: that someone would hurt Saoirse, and Saoirse would be alone and trapped again. Who takes care of them? Who protects them? 

Who will love them like they love, and what if Julianus wasn’t enough? 

“You know? That’s not entirely possible. At most, if a Queen proves unworthy and to have ill-intent, I will get to choose a new Queen in the next Quinquennial meeting. I’ve already had to do it twice — no one who matters.”

“See, you taught me the code, I know this in theory. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t make me afraid, because I just… feel so much Saoirse, and I thought you’d think it’s stupid.”

Saoirse gave them a sympathetic look. “I don’t think I would be worthy of you if I thought you were stupid. Nor if I thought you weren’t enough.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t do stupid things, or that I feel things that aren’t true.”

“True, but that’s not the point.”

When they began this conversation, Julianus was still standing by the door. Now, Julianus was sitting on Saoirse’s lap as they held them, Jules’ face in the crook of Saoirse’s neck. Saoirse was lying back against the headboard and the wall as they combed their fingers through their hair. The gesture had come to Saoirse without asking. To love is to know, and to know Julianus was to love them. 

They pried themself away from Saoirse’s neck to look at them. 

“I don’t love you because you protect me. I love you because you are you, and I know you love me because no matter how much ‘me’ I get, you always seem to be fascinated by it. You don’t judge me or it you value and accept it. I try my best to do good to you because I already love you. I don’t do it as a way to justify my love to you, or hope you will love me back, and you do the same.”

Saoirse looked at them with something akin to wonder. Perhaps it was wonder, perhaps it was love and wonder intertwined. It made Jules want to look away, but they forced themselves not to. 

“And here I was thinking I thought I had human nature figured out.”

“Human nature is malleable matter, Saoirse. Limitation, transcendence and gregariousness are the only things attestable, and I’d argue they’re all the same thing. Human nature is a fallible concept.”

“You’ve never thought of going back to scholarly education for a philosophy degree?”

“I have, but I’m not entirely sure I want to leave this crew yet.”

Saoirse kissed their cheek. “How very lucky for me.”

“Me making you lucky, me being the other recipient of your love. You’re going to make me not fit through doors.”

“That’s not a problem for me. Means I have loved you well.”

“Then I will have to dedicate the rest of my life, or for as long as we have, to love you so well you never, ever forget, not even after I’m gone.”

Saoirse muttered something along the lines of ‘I could never forget you, mo ghrá’ against Julianus hair and the two of them remained silent for a long, long while. 

Eventually, J.C. asked if they were forgiven.

“You already were. Just promise you’ll be careful.” After a pause, Saoirse mimicked their question: “Am I?” 

“I don’t know why you’re asking that, but you are. Just try to remember you’re allowed to just love me.” 

Saoirse promised they will. 

[junie-valentine]

7, 10, 12, 13

7. Your favorite downtime activity.

uhh prolly card games / drinking games with friends but i dont tend to be too good at em 

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

i honestly feel like both of these have the same answer weirdly enough. i really, really hate every last devil at UMIC but that makes it really fun to take em down. this may sound bad but revenge can be fun sometimes, ‘specially when it’s deserved

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

i used to announce my name all the time when i was fightin back when i had that fiend in my head. it started as a fun catchphrase when i was improving my swordfightin but now it’s associated with that so... i don’t like to do that as often now. especially with the circles we run in. true names and identifiers can be dangerous and all that.

on the lighter end, angtha swears by her medium rare whiskey chicken and i don’t think this group is ever gonna let her live that down

13. Introduce your current party.

we’re known in the Trades as the Fosters, and im just gonna go in alphabetical order so i dont miss anybody

we got amelia, whos an assassin with a specialty in poison. shes been learning some weird magic lately, i think ‘s got to do with The Patron. she took on the Foster name officially after we got rid of her family (they were extremely shitty). we’ve been on more comfortable terms lately, and i can appreciate that. 

angtha is a 7′ tall 3/4 orc and thus the only tall member of this party. she wields a ridiculous anime glaive and has also been picking up some weird new Patron magic. she’s got some family trouble she won’t forgive herself for but i really dont have any of the details on that. 

biscuit is my best friend!! she’s a selkie and she’s looking for her skin, which got stolen by a rakshasa named meringue. biscuit is an amazing healer and also i’ve been helping her raise a terrifying dinosaur pterodactyl thing named Bird. Bird screams inside your ears. 

madge is not technically part of this group but she’s an honorary Foster. she’s basically everyones grandma. she looks like a dryad but she’s actually a fey goddess but is super humble about it, we didn’t even know about it and amelia’s known madge for years. everyone in the city knows madge, and she knows everybody. 

satomi is an aritian elven samurai whos got some home issues she’s been running from. metaphorically. physically she got exiled. i’m not sure how she’s gonna handle it when we go to arito, cause that’s where we’re headed next. she’s real close with amelia but refuses to get involved with anything related to The Patron, which i can fully respect. she’s super protective of this party and has saved our asses in a lot of ways in fights- mostly at her own loss.

the shrike is an at-least-1200-year-old gnomish planar physicist and robotics expert. she’s conditionally immortal i think, and she does a lot of time travel dealings for The Patron. she has a reputation as the best informant in the city by virtue of her many many robots. her legs are also robotic. she harpoons people who disrespect her. she’s also dating madge.

this got long but that should be everybody?

edit: oh me. duh. im junie i’m from the (former) desert town of Lakewood, im the best marksman i know and im also pretty good with a sword. my family is cursed to work for UMIC for 500 years and i’m trying to kill the devil responsible so that the contract ends early. also i got possessed by a fiend pretending to be an angel in a sword for a good while and i doubted him and his god so he killed me but i got better. 

[kaiyeti]

Could you write about raven comforting tai after a bad mission

Raven: *Raven sighed as she exited the bathroom wearing a tanktop and shorts as she continued to dry her hair. It was then that she took notice to Tai sitting on the bed, still covered in dirty and and ash.* Oh Tai… Did know you where here. *Raven mutter only met with silence.* … Well I’m done so… You should take a bath… *Again nothing from her teammate.* … Sigh T-

Tai: He wanted to be a marine biology. *Tai suddenly spoke cause Raven to stare with a questioning gaze.* … He told me when Summer and I were saving the survives… *Tai said, his voice cracking as he rubbing his thumb over his bandaged palm.* … Heh, What three old year kid that lives in the mountains even knows what a marine biology? *Tai said looking back at Raven with tears in his eyes.*

Raven: *It was then Raven realized what he was talking about. Flashes of their mission running through her head. The burning building, people screaming, the Hunter they were helping fighting the madman, Tai reaching out to a small boy only to see a harpoon hooked blade skewer the boy and Tai’s hand, and most hauntingly at the other end of the cable connected to the blade The madman grinning with his silver eyes gleaming orange. To her the death of the boy, while tragic and twisted for the madman to use him as a shield against the hunter, was not the first time she saw an innocent life end. However, To see Tai broken by it reminded her of the first time she witnessed it. It was at that moment Raven walked over to Tai and sat next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.* Tai… It wasn’t your fault… It was a bad mission from the start. We were told incorrect info… 

Tai: That still isn’t go enough. Even if it wasn’t just Grimm. Even if it wasn’t for that pyschopath… I Should’ve been able to save that kid.

Raven: You… You did everything you could.

Tai: But I could have done more. I could have been faster. I could carried him to the air ship. I could have stayed and help fight the Nut job!

Raven: The same nut job that dodged bullets and buck shot, Caught Qrow’s and my sword WITH his teeth before throwning us to the side, sent you and Summer flying through a concrete wall with a kick, and took a a giant spike through the chest and not only survived but continued to fight a huntsmen that punched a Goliath in the face killing it. *Raven listed bluntly.* 

Tai: Well when you put it that way… *Tai Mumbled before looking back down on the ground.* I just… if only I was stronger. If only I was faster. If only I was better! Than that innocent little boy would still be alive.

Raven: … Than get better. *Raven told him with a stone tone as Tai looked by up at her.* If you want to be able to be a huntsmen, to be able to make sure that this never happens again, Then. Get. Better.

Tai: Raven it’s not th-

Raven: It is that simple Tai. The world is a horrible place where the weak die and the strong live. It is a fact of life. *Raven said coldly and just as Tai was about to protest she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, looking him straight in the eyes as her seriously expression soften and spoke.* So get stronger and change that fact of life. Make the world a safer place like you and Summer always say you’re going to do. Be the better huntsmen that will protect people. Be the better man that I love. Okay?

Tai: *Tai stared at Raven with quite surprise before reaching up placing her hand over hers and nodded.* Heh, Okay Raven. I will. I will promise. *Then Just as Tai began to turn his head to place a kiss on Raven’s hand, Raven stood up with a quick turn that caused her to slap him across the face.* 

Raven: Good! Now would you please take a fucking shower already! You smell like shit and are filth as fuck. *Raven said was she walked out their bedroom to hide her blush.*

~Else where~

Kai: So How bad is it Dr. Rhodes? OW! *Kai asked with his arm raised as a purple haired woman with glasses over her silver purple ringed eyes pulled out shards of a odd metal out of his side.*

Rhodes: Quiet whining. You’ve had worse. *She told him as she set the shard in a tray and removed her gloves as Kai’s wound closes and heals.* Count yourself lucky you can’t be poisoned and don’t have organs anymore. Otherwise, you would have lost you kidney and liver. Plus, your intestines and a lung would have been littered with these. 

Kai: Heh, Leave it to Edge to plan ahead to try and kill me. *Kai muttered as she started to put his shirt place.* Now How bad is it?

Rhodes: Hmm? Ah, you mean the kid. Figures. *She said as she picked up her smoking pipe and walked over to the bed across the room.* He’ll be fine. As expected from my former student he missed all the vital organs and arteries although the chemicals that were splashed in his eyes destroyed his retinas so he’ll be blind now. Still he’ll be hospitalized for months but will live.

Kai: At least he’ll live.

Rhodes: Uh-hmm. Anyway, I’ll let the local police stay him once he is stable enough to be moved to a hospital and see if he has any family. *She told Kai as she rubbed the boys red hair.*

Kai: I think his last name was Alistair or something.

Rhodes: I see. I’ll tell them to start there.