Re: Just after sunset
Justin was helping out. He didn't really want to be, but he felt an odd sense of obligation. He was working up a good sweat, hammering, carrying wood, doing whatever was needed. Justin knew he couldn't complain about it too much, because it was better for everyone to be locked up. Justin didn't want to be responsible for anymore deaths.
He was finished up hammering a two slats together, but he was having a hard time keeping the wood together properly. Looking over, he spotted Mannix. "Hey, little help?"
Mannix heard the request and immediately turned to help, figuring it was just as good a place as any to get started. He held the wood in place as he looked at the craftsmanship, deciding it was a good plan. These should hold. Then his attention turned to the man he was helping. A wolf. He could smell it on him, just like he could on Jack.
Justin thought maybe the cages would hold as well, if everyone was pulling their weight properly and knew what they were doing. He noticed something was off about Mannix right away, and he mulled it over as he finished hammering the last nail in. No heartbeat. Like Zania. Vampire. Delphi was suddenly feeling like some kind of horror film. "You got a friend spending a fun filled evening in one of these tomorrow?" Justin asked, leaning in to check to make sure the nail would hold.
“My brother,” Mannix answered, though he gave the group a look around. There were other familiar faces as well, but Jack was the driving force in him being there. Jack and December. “My other option was locking him in a basement or a root cellar and hanging out with him all night. I think this is better.” And far less destructive, since the only basement that he had access to was their own. Though shutting him in someone else’s might have been amusing.
He nodded with a small smirk, realizing that he and Mannix had something in common, at least. His sister was a vampire, and Mannix, the vampire, had a werewolf brother. “As long as it holds,” Justin said, looking up at the top of the cage. “If they don’t, I’m not sure what Plan B is, other than getting taken out.” He had no doubt there were people around, in this particular group even, who were ready to pull the trigger or swing the axe if they had to.
“I think I can knock one or two of you out,” Mannix said, scanning the group. There were too many for him to handle. He’d likely end up pulling Jack out, locking him up somewhere, then doing whatever he had to to prevent the rest from going on a rampage. “I think we’re pretty much taking a gamble here. If Plan A doesn’t work, Plan B isn’t gonna be pretty.” People would most likely die, and no one wanted that.
Lifting his brows, Justin couldn't help but laugh a bit. Not at the idea of Mannix taking a few of them out, but the confidence at which he said it. "Yeah, you probably could. Got your own kind of strength, don't you?" He stepped back to wipe some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "Let's hope Plan A works, then. It's not like there was a lot of time to formulate a Plan B. I guess that means you'll be around tomorrow tonight." He didn't think Zania would be hanging around, unless she had some friends here. He didn't really know about her life or friends beyond what she'd told him, and that wasn't much.