Sunday/Monday Who: Thorne Whittier & Jaron LeJeune What: Thorne does his Peace Keeper thing When: Monday morning Where: Full Moon Saloon/Luxor Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Commander Thorne Whittier had been busy all night with the fallout from Prince Valerian’s little visit to the Full Moon Saloon. The initial call came immediately after the incident involving the Prince. Thorne and three of his officers, his sub-commander, Jo Fairchild, included, responded; he took all lycan officers, since it was the Full Moon Saloon. The Commander liked lycans and tried to be sensitive to their community. He was disappointed, not surprised, to find three lycan heads on the floor in a pool of blood. Management had wisely closed for the night. A handful of witnesses stood around waiting for them to arrive.
The stories coming in from all witnesses, including the bartender, Kaden, who was right there, begrudgingly admitted that the three lycans started the aggression and actually came towards Prince Valerian, verbally notifying the Sanguine that he was ‘dead meat’. Thorne wrote this all down in a notebook but still shook his head in disgust. He knew that Valerian had come there with the intentions of doing something like this. The Prince didn’t have to come here and he knew what kind of reaction his presence would bring. He also didn’t have to kill these men. He could just as easily have constrained them. More than anyone in this city, Thorne Whittier knew how the Sanguine mind worked. He was answerable to them and spent more time with them than any normal person could bear. He had asked Sub-commander Fairchild to get the identities of the deceased and notify their families and then get a ghoul sanitation team to clean up the mess. Teams of Peace Keeper officers were placed throughout the city, in anticipation of brawling brought about by angry lycans from the Full Moon Saloon.
This morning, Thorne finished his last report and his cup of Earl Grey, checked the ‘confinement logs’ and signed his name to the bottom of the sheet. “BLOODY ‘ELL! In one night, me cells are three quarters full…”, the commander let his accent slip out in a harsh whisper. He tried to speak properly around his officers, but sometimes, it was just too damned hard. Grabbing his full-length, midnight blue leather coat, he headed for the comfort of home…and his beloved, Jaron.
Hurrying in to the Luxor and up the elevator, Thorne rapped twice on the door, to make sure that Jaron’s customers were indeed all gone, “Ahhhh, ‘ello! ‘ello! I know a boyo that can’t wait to get ‘is ‘ands on ‘is loverly Jaro!” He opened the door and stepped in, already shedding his coat, “Daddy’s ‘ad a bloody awful day, baby!”, he teasingly whined, holding his arms wide.