Now we’ve got a big, big mess on our hands tonight [W6, Thursday, Pre-Curfew]

[hydrokinetics]

[Another day, another meeting. This one's more tense than usual especially with the lack of a small bat-child. Percy's right hand is sloppily bandaged up and his jaw is tight as his eyes burn with anger.]

Dr. Lecter knows we know. He's known since Saturday. Hal confirmed with me he's the Deputy, just like Hal confirmed to Dr. Lecter that we were onto him.

[A shaky sigh.] What the fuck do we do now?

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[elemancy]

...Losing you wouldn't be any damn better, so calm down.

[he's already pinching the bridge of his nose here.]

We're going to figure something out.

[impulsiveness]

[HE DOES NOT APPRECIATE BEING TOLD TO CALM DOWN WITH DAMIAN IN THE STOCKS

so that is super duper earning Noctis a glare. Fuck off.]

[elemancy]

Save the look for someone else, you know as much as I do that being stupid about this will just get us—and him—killed.

[he's not taking jason's shit tonight. he's worried as hell too, but they can't be idiots and do this recklessly.]

[impulsiveness]

[Throws


one of his pens at Noctis's face. Half-heartedly, though. He knows that, so leave him to rot and simmer alone.]

[elemancy]

[he'll catch it, at least... and hold onto it.

his pen now, punk.

(someone still needs to calm down.)]

[impulsiveness]

[whatever. he can keep it!!]