Isaac Randolph Farnsworth (advisedbywolves) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-07-25 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 07, former character: eva small |
RP: More Bad News
Who: Isaac, Eva
Where: His house
When: Evening, July 25, 2024
Rating/Warnings: Maybe language
Summary: Zoe owls in more bad news
Status: Closed, complete
The clippings had come by owl from Zoe, who stated she'd discovered it only by chance. It was lucky she had; otherwise, they would have missed a rather obvious connection.
There had been marked bodies around London when Sterling was here. He relocated to Wales, and now there were marked bodies there. It seemed entirely too coincidental to be chance. It was a bit of a relief to know they weren't working with an unknown player, but it was also disturbing to know that Sterling was doing things that Mitch wasn't aware of.
Isaac wasn't honestly sure which part disturbed him more - that Sterling was capable of keeping something like that from the mid-ranked members of his pack, or the sheer randomness of the violence.
He truly detested the wild cards. It made it very, very difficult to guess what they'd do next. All the same, they'd be hunting soon. Mitch had given them a rough location to start from, though he'd promised to keep them posted if Sterling changed his mind.
Rubbing his temples lightly with one hand, he pushed the paper away with the other. Hunting ... he wasn't sure yet that they had enough hunters to go out. Not with the size of Sterling's pack. Regardless, he wouldn't let Landon go - but there was still the matter of himself. He wasn't ancient by any means, but nor was he a spring chicken either. There was a reason he'd graduated to the Council - he wasn't meant to be out in the field any more.
Adding to that was the concerns over the Hogwarts debate. One of his fellow judges had mentioned that Astoria had attempted to bribe them; he was rather waiting for her to make a play at him. Still, he thought she was entirely too smart for that. He'd made his potion on the matter perfectly clear, and even she couldn't be thick enough to think he'd bend on the matter.
Sighing, he reached for parchment and ink to pen a quick note back to Zoe to thank her for the article and to ask if she could procure pictures for them. He really wasn't certain how Muggle mortuaries worked, especially when it was a murder victim and a case involving the authorities, but he knew she'd do her best.