Night of 172/Super Early Morning of 173

[espigeon]

[Hi, did you want a radio message at two in the morning? A minute ago Julien yelled "No!" which might have been audible in the rooms to either side.

He's very distracted but has enough of his wits now to not want to cause a panic. His human form is using the angel language he learned in Portland. Only a few other carnies understand it, and his voice has the artificial flatness of someone who's learned to speak calmly in bad situation. His breath keeps catching in a pained way, though, and he doesn't know it but he's only got a minute or so left.]

I took Reira to see me in the stable. There are wolves. They're taking us outside somewhere. Servants are not part of this.

I will try to help her. Any way I can.

It's my fault.

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[tacosgay]

Julien? Hey, you there? Shit...

[SHIT???? FUCK.]

[espigeon]

[There's blood on the cobbles outside of the stables, both spilled and tracked as paw prints and bird... tracks. Julien's a big white blotch in the trees, surrounded by a constellation of eyes appearing and disappearing, ringed in dim white light.

He's bigger than or of a size with the darker, harder-to-see dire wolf, but the animal has him by the throat and is keeping his head down low, pulling him along a step or two at a time. Not all of the blood is Julien's, but he's clearly the worse off of the pair and in no position to fight.

The eyes he's manifesting, which un-manifest as he's pulled away from their short range, are pointing in all kinds of directions. In the dark he sees a flash of someone familiar and takes the moment to make the effort to speak. Watching him he's not indicating a direction, you wouldn't think he's speaking to anyone in particular. Maybe the wolf.]

Leave!

[But concentrating on that plus what he's saying on the radio with his other body means his resistance falters. The wolf gets him to the edge of the chasm, braces all four paws, and heaves him, scrabbling, over the edge. With a flash of wings and eyes, he's gone.]

[whattaprick]

Where?

[ He's not going to bother asking 'how' or swear a lot, as much as he wants to. ]

Are you heading over?

[whattaprick]

[ He still sounds distracted, but-- ]

Can you track people?

[osteothropy]

[He doesn't answer. Paranoia is overruling.]

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert curses quietly, and for the benefit of the other supervisors he'll add tersely: ]

The rest of you, stay off this channel.

[ Click. ]

NOT HERE

[insidescoop]

[Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii- also good thing Yuuya didn't here any of this crap because Oh Boy]

[tacosgay]

Mmmmmmmmmeeehhh... nnnno, but I can turn invisible? And, uh, let's see...

[The sound of him slipping out of bed to retrieve his spellbook.]

I have clairvoyance, but I can only see or hear somewhere I've been before or that I can see... and arcane eye just floats a big magic eye in the sky...

[whattaprick]

Sounds like it'd draw too much attention.

[ This sounds incredibly limited application, but -- ]

You know where Reira and Julien's room is? Take a look there, let me know what you find.

[tacosgay]

[there's a pause as Taako prepares, then executes the spell-- finally, he responds, sounding unsure.]

Hey, uh, Julien's... he's in there, but he's out cold. Uh, his person body is, I mean. I don't see anybody else.

[whattaprick]

You mean asleep?

[tacosgay]

... I don't think so. Uh, hey, so, I'm pretty sure he's bleeding?

... yeah, uh, his nose is bleeding, and he's not... moving a whole lot...

[That tone of concern is actually rising a bit more in his voice.]

[whattaprick]

Settle down.

[ First things first, that's what Lambert is going to tell Taako to do, sharply. He doesn't know if he has a roommate, but he imagines fussing isn't gonna help. He'd head back himself, but he's still waiting to hear on the Warden. ]

Get into his room. Quietly. You know how to check for a pulse?

[osteothropy]

[As disquieting as the blood is, Sans would be inclined to listen to that advice - he's already seen where they were taken, and by what. That is what he came for, not to intervene. He wanted the opportunity to see more evidence, for a better hope of reclaiming them in the future.

This is where he would teleport away without a word, heeding Julien's advice, wide eyed with concern. But he can't, for some reason.

He's not sure what that reason is, at first. Like, maybe he's too started to concentrate on the spell, or maybe he's just frozen up all together. In reality, a more sinister reason lurks, as Sans tries to rationalize his own lack of action.]

"You're out late. Aren't you?"

[A jolt of fear goes through Sans's body. He recognizes that voice easily.

He turns around and sees the Prince.]

Open to the other angel-speaking folks (Post-Julien blacking out)

[bananaspeedrider]

Wha... hey..! You-

[A pause as perhaps all the angelic grabbed his attention.]

I know that kid! She lives with a friend of mine~ You have to let me help!

[pipers_son]

[Oh boy. Joker lets out a sigh. He doesn't know what Sans is doing, or where he is.... Which leaves him to being here. Well. It is performance, so it's his job anyway.]

Calm down, first. That's an order.

[Funny how much more serious Joker's voice gets in Angelic.... That's what it is, right?]

[bananaspeedrider]

I'm...! I'm calm. But I need to know where those wolves are so I can kick their-

[Um. There's a word close to what he's looking for right.]

How do you say... I'll smite them...!

[pipers_son]

You won't win.

[A definite finality is in the statement.]

The wolves are obviously the Prince's own security, and we're in the Prince's realm. We cannot win in battle here.

[bananaspeedrider]

[The language seems good at that.]

That... I refuse. Fate can be moved.

[Because even with such determination in Yugo's answer, the response seems small and hollow.]

[pipers_son]

I said nothing about fate. However, a battle will do nothing for us. Let us Supervisors handle this. If we need help, we will ask for it.

For now, however, we know nothing. We cannot afford to be hasty.

[bananaspeedrider]

My roommate has been missing too. I can't keep sitting around like this either.

[pipers_son]

What do you think you can do?

[tacosgay]

[Oh, goddammit, this is way more than he wanted to get involved in. He makes a long, quiet sound high in his throat, considering.]

... yeah, fine.

[What follows is a long, tense silence; Taako casts Mislead, leaving a resting form of his in his bed, and then he creeps out into the hallway as carefully as possible, the same spell having rendered him invisible.

By some miracle, he manages to make it to Julien's room undiscovered; when the door is closed behind him, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and then he checks back in with Lambert on the radio.]

I'm in, uh... give me a second.

[He pads quietly over to Julien's body, trying to remember exactly how to find a pulse; and, fortunately, he does. It's slow, but there.]

Yeah, he's alive, just... out cold.

[whattaprick]

Good.

[ Lambert exhales, too. It's been a tense few minutes, but unconscious is a heck of a lot better than dead! ]

And he's not responding at all?

[sunflowerfields]

[Well now she's even more worried.]

I-

Be careful, whatever you're up to.