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Author Topic: Through the Looking Glass  (Read 291 times)

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Offline Hrodi Boesson

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Through the Looking Glass
« on: Apr 01, 19, 10:53:51 PM »
Goth, Fall 193. Takes place a couple of days after this thread.



Panic that threatened to overwhelm Hrodi, keeping his chest tight and brushing hard against his temper. Nate was missing. After their argument, Hrodi had expected him to come back after a little while--a day at most. But he hadn’t. He hadn’t gone to anyone in his family, including Lucy. That fact alone had Hrodi on edge. Nate was prone to dramatics, but he was not one to shirk responsibilities. Lucy’s brother was now filling in as her escort, so that was one issue solved, but it did nothing to ease Hrodi’s worry.

He’d combed through much of Goth, asking around to see if anyone had seen or heard from him. Nothing. And when he tried to reach out to start a thread, it was as if Nate was a moving target; Hrodi could sense his mind when he tried, but couldn’t seem to actually connect with him. Now he wished that he had introduced him to Dale sooner. Dale was far better than anyone Hrodi knew at communication Craft.

Dale was also good at finding things, and Hrodi hoped that would come in useful right now. He hated having to ask for help, but this was possibly the most important thing he had ever needed to do. It could lead Dale into danger, and Hrodi was used to being able to do things himself without help. So far, he had failed on his own, and this only served to irritate him further. Still, he had done his best to keep his temper suppressed when he contacted Dale, but it still came across the thread in its muted form. His impatience as well, which only grew worse as he went through what had happened with Dale, and told him the places he’d looked already and who he had talked to.

Hrodi also told him of his suspicion: that it was a Black Widow who had taken him. The same Black Widow who had probably taken his friends earlier in the year, leaving two children without their parents. The same Black Widow who had originally collared Nate. So much time had gone by already, giving her the chance to do who knows what to Nate. Hrodi had to force himself not to think about it, taking carefully controlled breaths to keep himself under control.

There would be a time for unleashing his temper later, and the Price this Black Widow would pay for this would be her life. First, they had to find Nate.

“Where do you think we should start?” Hrodi asked. “The male she worked for when I first freed Nate lived here,” Hrodi indicated the house location on a map of Goth. “That was the first place I looked, and it looked lived in, but I saw no sign of her.”



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Re: Through the Looking Glass
« Reply #1 on: Apr 07, 19, 06:29:05 PM »
In all the years that he had known Hrodi, Dale had never seen him panicked before. Worried, yes. Nervous, maybe. But panicked? Dale hadn't even known what it was that was making his friend so tense before he used craft to sense for it. And yup, there it was. Panic. Hrodi Boesson was panicked. It was weird. It was uncomfortable.

Dale didn't like it. He wanted it to stop.

Thankfully, Hrodi had done the sensible thing that someone does when they're in trouble and have friends to help him - he came to his friend. Him. Which was also very thankful - not that the others wouldn't have been able to help, but Hrodi wanted to find a person.

"Is this Nate your Nate?" he asked without delicacy as they studied the map, bursting with curiosity. This curiosity did not distract him from the course at hand though. Someone had once described Dale when he was looking for something as being akin to a dog with a bone. Except, it was more like a bear trap around an unsuspecting hiker's naked ankle. When Dale was on to something, he did not let go. He could, however, admire the pretty flowers in the glen.

He hadn't looked up when he asked the question, and so he didn't need to look down again in order to follow Hrodi's finger as the Warlord Prince pointed out the house on the map where he suspected the culprit to reside. "Did you go inside?" he asked. Then, no matter his answer, "We should start there. We can go inside and dig around. People leave things everywhere. And I know a few spells that can bring out psychic scents." The things you pick up when tracking mementos and missing mothers. "Would you know his scent? Even if it was mixed in a bit with someone else's?" Psychic scents were funny that way. They floated around and clung to things and traveled with people and then clung to other things. The spell, of course, would work the best if Hrodi's Nate had actually been in the house - though really with Nate being of the darker Jewels and it having been only a few days it's possible Hrodi wouldn't need a spell at all to pick up the scent if they were close.

"Do you live together?" He asked, his tone almost distracted in his curiosity rather than an actual demand for information.


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Re: Through the Looking Glass
« Reply #2 on: Apr 09, 19, 09:34:29 PM »
Dale's first question drew Hrodi up short. Once upon a time, Nate had claimed him, and he had said 'not yet' due to Nate's precarious situation. He had been uncomfortable with the power imbalance: Nate was relying on Hrodi's family for everything. The last thing he wanted was for Nate to feel like his living and working situation was dependent on a relationship with him. It had been the hardest thing he had ever done, but he was glad.

Now, though? Now there was no question.

"Yes. Nate is mine." It felt good to claim him, even though he was not certain that he would see Nate again. No. Hrodi shoved that thought away as quickly as it had made it into his mind. He wouldn't think like that; of course they were going to find Nate. They had to. Panic started to rise again, but thankfully he could distract himself by focusing on the map and what Dale was saying.

"I looked in the windows, but the place was locked. It looked like it might have been a family. There were some toys on the floor. I couldn’t sense Nate inside though." He supposed the toys could have been a ruse, and that Nate’s Jewels were somehow shielded from his senses. This Black Widow was cunning. It was part of why she was still alive right now, which was a problem that Hrodi intended to remedy. “I would definitely know his scent.” It was all over his house now from Nate’s various visits. Hrodi was a bit surprised that it wasn’t somehow intermingled with his own psychic scent.

Dale’s next question brought Hrodi up short. His temper flared even as guilt washed over him. He and Nate had been arguing about Nate the spells on Hrodi’s house attuned to Nate right before Nate had vanished. Hrodi had wanted Nate to live with him.

“No, not yet,” Hrodi ground out, keeping his glare focused on the map on the table. None of this was Dale’s fault. That was on repeat in Hrodi’s head so that he remembered not to take anything out on the man who was helping him.



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Re: Through the Looking Glass
« Reply #3 on: Apr 10, 19, 07:31:00 PM »
"Oh," he was a bit disappointed there, and also a little bit sad for his friend too. "You should change that. When we get him back, he should just come home with you. I'll tell him." He nodded as he said this, because here was a way he could help his friend. He knew that some people had reservations about staying close to the people that they cared about. He didn't understand why - it had never made sense to him, not ever, at all, but he did know it to be a thing that would ultimately come between people. Dale didn't like seeing people separated from who they cared about, especially the people that he cared about - though maybe that was because those were the people he was mostly actually aware of.

So he would make sure that Nate knew he needed to start living with Hrodi already. He was Hrodi's Nate after all.

Here he had a moment where he paused and smiled and looked across to Hrodi. "I like that Nate's name rhymes with 'mate'. It's very suiting." He didn't elaborate further and instead went back to studying the map. Not even a moment later he was pulling away from the table and unrolling his shirt cuffs.

"Alright, let's go. We can go to the Black Widow's house now and see if there is anything there. If we can pick up a trail, we'll follow it. If not, we'll go in another direction." He was already thinking of the different ways to help his friend. He had some people he could talk to, that might have an idea of where a Warlord Prince being held captive by a crafty Black Widow might be being held. In his experience, Warlord Princes weren't really quiet sorts of people - and even if they were forcibly subdued in some way, Warlord Princes were noticed. They would find Hrodi's mate... Nate. His mate, Nate.

Or at least, Dale certainly would - he was already out the door and on his way to where he could catch the Winds to get them more quickly to the location on the map.


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Re: Through the Looking Glass
« Reply #4 on: Oct 31, 19, 11:46:45 PM »
The longer Nate was missing, the more Hrodi's mind clouded with fear and anger. He could almost feel it happening now, but, he reminded himself again that Dale didn't deserve the anger, so Hrodi kept that as tightly leashed as he could. He was proud of the fact that the air right around him even remained the same temperature. He doubted that would continue if he found Nate in any danger.

Thankfully Dale apparently had a clear mind. Hrodi hated asking for help. Hated it. He should be able to do this on his own, and yet... and yet he had not even been able to find Nate on his own, let alone rescue him if needed. Hrodi kept these thoughts to himself as he watched Dale study the map. Impatience began to bubble up, and Hrodi pushed that down as well.

Finally. Action. Hrodi followed along behind Dale, glaring at someone who dared step into their path. The Light Jeweled male squeaked and jumped out of their path. Another time, Hrodi might have felt bad about that, but not right now. He didn't know how, but he was sure that Nate's life depended on them finding him soon.

They caught the winds to the part of Goth where the Black Widow had lived. Hrodi's stride was long as he walked towards the house, and thankfully no one got in their way this time. The house had a small yard with a gate around it, and Hrodi stopped outside.

"This is it," he told Dale, nodding towards the door. As before, the house was dark. "I can sense a few spells around the house." They were security spells, and he wanted to do his best to avoid tripping them. Even though the Black Widow had worn the Green to his Sapphire, her spells could still be nasty.