when their whispers have painted pictures Who: Bishop Coldiron, Sepphy Forrester and Danny Kwon. Where: Hardware Store on Bee Cave Road. What: Bishop agrees to a meeting with Sepphy, even if dealing with other shelters isn't in his job description. When: Morning, September 6th, 2018.
That make you doubt what you once believed in, paper stories that hide the glory to keep us searching,
The hardware store was empty sans the Hellhounds Chaplain perched on what used to be the checkout counter, and a couple of prospects standing guard at the doors. Absentmindedly Bishop punched at the buttons on the cash register, his mind drifting through a whole litany of the thoughts and feelings he had about being here. This wasn’t in his job description, normally he was the man that was brought along to observe talks like this, not orchestrate them. Their secretary was better suited to making nice with the other shelters, especially those with a distinct ‘Lord of the Flies’ feel to them. There was no ignoring the fact that the Fox Grove kids were not at the top of the list of people Bishop felt comfortable around. Something about a whole gaggle of teenagers ruling over a school, making life or death decisions about their fellow teeangers, it just set him on edge.
Yet, here he was waiting patiently for their leader to appear. She had said she wanted to talk, so Bishop would talk. He would listen, he might even give his opinion, but it would hold the cavet that he wasn’t the shot caller when it came to the Hellhounds. If she was looking to form some kind of alliance with them - especially after her last meeting with Rodeo - the young girl would have to take that up with the Dog King. All she was going to get from Bishop today was opinions, his view on the state of Austin - and even then it might not be his full honest opinion.
“They’re coming,” was called from the front of the store, one of the prospects standing guard had spotted Sepphy and her bodyguard.
This drew Bishop out of his thoughts, he Kentucky native found himself sitting up a little taller on the checkout counter. His fingers stopped their restless tapping on the cash register as his gaze was drawn to the double doors of the store. He didn’t jump off the counter, nor did his hand go for his knife. But everything about the Chaplain’s posture said he was on guard.
The second prospect propped the door open for their guests and as he did so Bishop greeted them with what might pass for a friendly smile, if there wasn’t such a seriousness in his eyes. “So, looks like you found the place.”