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Dec 11, 2019 19:45:14 GMT -6
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Post by Circe on Dec 11, 2019 19:45:14 GMT -6
How had he even known that? She was sure she had kept quiet about her involvement, especially if it meant putting people like Mary or Izaak at risk. Even if they were human, and she was no longer with Izaak, it didn't mean she didn't care what happened to them. They had been her family and her grounding point as she started working as a warden. "How did you know?" She asked cautiously. When they were married she had respected his wants and desire to live largely outside of the unseen. That meant no magic around him, and very little talk of the community. On one hand it solved a lot of drama, but on the other hand it could lead to feeling disconnected from the community as a whole.
"But that's beside the point, I can't risk a war Izaak. They'll go after you and Mary. We both know they aren't smart..." Catherine added shoving her hands deeper into the pockets of her heavy black coat.
"The name helps though, considering our current investigation."
She felt for him, he was seeking justice for his daughter, their daughter. Even if that meant asking his ex for help, the one person whose relationship with was frigid at best.
Sighing she didn't like watching him or anyone else she cared about like this, desperate.
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Post by demikara on Dec 11, 2019 19:51:11 GMT -6
"There was a gala, Catherine. It was all any of the younger vampires would talk about for weeks. Word got out." It had been a public spectacle and all it took was a single person to recognize her or the entire thing to be blown. "I'm told you were gorgeous, but you always have been." So he wasn't surprised by that at all. The fact that she was now the princess of a court that had announced itself so boldly was more shocking than her appearance.
There had been more than one reason he had fallen in love with her once. But her appearance had been why he had even decided to speak to her at first. "Find a way to get revenge on him somehow Catherine. Mary and I...we can go into hiding if we have to. I don't want that for either of us, but we've known it was a possibility since I first wed you. The divorce only lessened that risk." It didn't do away with it. He had a good security system at least, both mundane and unseen.
Brandon watched, eyes wide. He had a name now, but his aunt was right. They couldn't risk a war. He'd probably spend some time picking her brain on what they could do though, if she'd let him.
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Post by Circe on Dec 11, 2019 23:14:50 GMT -6
"Since when do you hang around vampires, Izaak?" She remarked, finding it surprising that he would even talk to them. Izaak had always been vocal about the unseen and his lack of desire to have anything to do with it. Even if word had gotten out, it was only within certain circles, and most of the unseen wanted little to do with the courts. She couldn't blame them, the politics and constant jockeying for control was exhausting. For now she was just grateful that the Dragon Court wanted little to do except rest and quietly establish itself again. Much had been lost during the reign of Tyrus's parents, but also much had been gained as well.
"You're a still a flatterer, Izaak... it's a good thing I still find you handsome." Catherine didn't love him, she had fallen out of love with him years ago. But she could certainly still see what had initially drawn her to him. Unfortunately, sweet words and handsome face would do little for her now, not like it had originally. "But my looks have nothing to do with the Court." But at the same time it did, vampire were vain creatures, almost as much so as the fae. Catherine had likely been the talk of most of the court, a princess raised by the fae and who had largely been previously unknown until Grigoire produced her from the crowd like some crude magic trick.
The Council no doubt wouldn't be pleased with this plot that was being hatched in the cemetery, and would likely have choice words to say if they found out. But if they ever found out was another question, most of the unseen had little love for the Council. It was well known for it's draconian policies like Broadmoore, and heavy handed tactics that often resulted in more harm than good. But she would agree to this, if only for Emily's sake and no one else's.
"I'll find a way, but you'll have to work with me on it. Untouchable or not, I still have to treat this with caution and care."
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Post by demikara on Dec 12, 2019 7:52:12 GMT -6
"The vampires told the witches. And Mary is friends with a hedge witch. She let me know. She was...excited for you." He certainly hadn't spoken to a vampire. He fell silent, eyes on his daughter's name. It had been a year with her in his life. He didn't think it would ever get better either. "I'll do whatever's needed." He would have done something already, if he had been capable of it. But Catherine had his name now and she could do something about it. That much he was confident in. The fact that he was standing here in a cemetery, hatching a plot to kill a man would normally have disgusted him. He was a good man. This wasn't something he could do. But he couldn't stand by while the murderer of his daughter got off scot-free.
Something had to be done, and if Catherine could handle this, all the better. She had the power to do something, unlike him. He was still stuck at the edges of the world he wanted nothing to do with. There was no leaving the unseen though. Everything was designed to keep you there and keep you compliant. His working in the mundane realm at such a high position was unusual. Oh, taking a job in the mundane world wasn't too unusual, but taking such a public position certainly was.
The Unseen was all about secrecy after all.
Brandon watched uncertain and put a hand on his uncle's shoulder. He didn't always get along with his uncle, and couldn't understand his stance against the unseen at all, no matter how hard he tried. But he did understand grief all too well. They had lost a lot of the same people over the years and this just played into it. The difference was, as always, the connection between them and their loss. And who they blamed for the death. Uncle Izaak blamed all of the Unseen for his losses. Brandon could understand that all too well. But he couldn't blame all of the unseen for his losses in life. It wasn't something he could do.
He tried to blame the individuals, even if the entire group would be tinged by what had happened. He still wasn't fond of the vampire courts, but the king and he had an understanding. He'd leave the court alone and be left alone in turn. That had been the agreement, even if it had changed when he had been given his fangs back. The core of it was still the same, still him being left alone by the court, for the most part. If his aunt needed help, he would give it, but the vampire court had never been kind to him.
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Post by Circe on Dec 12, 2019 18:06:47 GMT -6
He was begging, and it wasn't attractive. She could sense the pain, despair, and desparation wafting off him in waves. It was sickening to see someone she had once loved and still cared about behaving in such a way. Shutting her eyes tight against the scene, she took a moment to center herself and regain some modicum of control or they all would be in trouble. "So it's an open secret now... lovely." Catherine said bitterly. She had hoped to retain some amount of privacy going forward, but saw that would be impossible now given that Grigori had placed her square in the front as the heir apparent to his territories.
"I have... a case with Cedar Ridge on my desk right now." She said slowly and carefully. This was just shop talk between the warden and county DA about over lapping cases, it just so happened that a contractor was with the warden. "They have an artefact I'd rather they not be in possession of... all I ask is that you give me what mundane information you can get. If Mary has a friend among the witches, have her keep me or Brandon in the loop." Catherine wasn't proud of the discussion that they happened to be having right then and there, but something had to be done or Cedar Ridge would continue to over step their boundaries. They were already pushing the Dragon Court hard about Tyrus, and didn't seem inclined to listen to her about leaving the fledgling alone either.
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Post by demikara on Dec 12, 2019 18:14:59 GMT -6
"Uncle..." Brandon wasn't certain what to say or how to handle any of this. "Don't worry. Just keep Aunt Catherine and I in the loop. I'll take care of it." He glanced to his aunt and amended his statement. "We'll take care of it." It would be dealt with. He gave his uncle a hug, uncertain. Izaak returned the hug, clinging tightly to the man he had helped raise. He began to cry into Brandon's shoulder and the vampire shot his aunt a thoroughly alarmed looking as he stood there holding his uncle.
Emily's death had broken something in him. Brandon didn't know what to do to help. You weren't supposed to survive your children. But Uncle Izaak had and it had changed him.
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Post by Circe on Dec 12, 2019 18:34:44 GMT -6
"It's hard, we know." Catherine assured the other as she gently pried him loose from Brandon. If he kept in contact with the other long enough, the necromantic magics would likely make him feel ill and more out of sorts than he already was. "It's okay." She added as she tried to reassure and sooth Izaak. Her own grief could wait, it always did. But the losses would only continue to stack up, each one equally as painful as the last, until she could no longer feel anything. That was the nature of grief, the loss didn't get better one just became acustomed to the absence of the ones they had cared for and loved.
"We'll all make certain that Emily is not forgotten and that he crossed the wrong family." She promised him. That's all she could do at the moment, as the unseen world moved slowly. The unseen's upper echelons had nothing but time to wait, ponder, and plan. The courts were infamous for their longevity, and glacial pace when it came to political matters. But more than likely, Catherine could convince the Dragon Court to speed things up a bit, after all La principessa Caterina was supposedly adapted to the modern era.
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