Acevona Sumner (acevona) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-08-29 13:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 08 |
RP: News, News, and More News
Who: Ace, Mitch, Relic, Lana, Tristan, Landon
Where: Basement potions room, Isaac's house
When: Late afternoon, August 29, 2024
Rating/Warning: Language
Summary: Ace announces her engagement, and some other plans
Status: Private, ongoing
"If I sit on this bench, is something going to burn a hole through my ass?" Tristan inquired as he regarded one of Ace's workbenches curiously.
"Probably," she offered with a slight smile as she stirred her current concoction with a glass rod.
"Right, and why are we all down here?"
"Because I have work to do and it's easier to charm this room than it is to ..." she waved a hand. "Oh, shut up."
Tristan laughed softly as he hopped up onto the bench. He was curious, and wondered a little if this had to do with last night. He'd gone home after the meeting - or rather, to his mum's place - to spend the night there. He hadn't really asked about the fallout from the meeting, but he had a feeling he was about to hear about it.
Lan stepped in quietly as well, grinning as he saw Tristan up on the bench. "You know, there's probably something up there--"
"That'll burn a hole in my ass. Yeah, I know." He grinned to his mate and shook his head to the questioning look. He'd talk to Landon later. "I'm fine," he promised the dark-haired boy.
Landon looked less than convinced, but let it go. He was also harboring some moderate concerns for Isaac, who'd been exceptionally quiet at breakfast, and who had looked a little down. He supposed it stood to reason, after the night before, but ... something felt off to him. "Who else is showing up?" he asked.
"Mitch, Lana, and Relic," Ace said softly. "If Vulture weren't getting reacquainted with the Aurors, he'd be here, too."
Tris and Landon glanced at each other before Lan spoke softly. "What about Isaac? If we're --"
"He knows," Ace said simply. "It ... he knows," she said. It hadn't been the older man's idea, but she'd been granted tacit permission when she'd stumbled across the idea after a few trailed-off sentences and significant looks.
Somewhere along the way, the vision had been lost, things had gone bad, and it was time for a change.