It is absolutely freezing in Winnetka tonight, the cold doubled by how remote John's house feels. A necessary status symbol to appease the more small-minded of John's class, but it is large and empty most of the time. It is an act of calculated risk-reward that brings him out here anyway. The ninth attack was on a Chicago University boy, who went missing in one of the cities many parks and only returned a week later with sunburns. In the middle of wintertime.
Goddamned Summer Court. Once he catches this dryad, he'll nail Titania to the wall for poaching inside the Chicago Freeholding. But that requires getting the dryad somewhere else, where a firefight will not draw too much attention. And there is no better bait for a wood nymph than the only human Signatory spending the weekend outside his city.
One dryad should not've been a problem, but with Monoc business recalling Gard and Hendricks going down too quickly...
John is suited up for dance in the dark with his visitor. A chair of protective runs lays on top of his kevlar. An iron truncheon is heavy lashed to his belt, hands preoccupied with a hunting rifle. John's steps barely crunch in the underbrush as he moves methodically through the trees, sweeping the area in a clear pattern, not missing a single winding corridor of trees. There's sound, like a chase going on
until there is a sound like a distant yelp and the chase stops. To the east. John exhales slowly, bracing his rifle properly before stalking in that direction.]
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Date: 2012-11-06 04:48 am (UTC)It is absolutely freezing in Winnetka tonight, the cold doubled by how remote John's house feels. A necessary status symbol to appease the more small-minded of John's class, but it is large and empty most of the time. It is an act of calculated risk-reward that brings him out here anyway. The ninth attack was on a Chicago University boy, who went missing in one of the cities many parks and only returned a week later with sunburns. In the middle of wintertime.
Goddamned Summer Court. Once he catches this dryad, he'll nail Titania to the wall for poaching inside the Chicago Freeholding. But that requires getting the dryad somewhere else, where a firefight will not draw too much attention. And there is no better bait for a wood nymph than the only human Signatory spending the weekend outside his city.
One dryad should not've been a problem, but with Monoc business recalling Gard and Hendricks going down too quickly...
John is suited up for dance in the dark with his visitor. A chair of protective runs lays on top of his kevlar. An iron truncheon is heavy lashed to his belt, hands preoccupied with a hunting rifle. John's steps barely crunch in the underbrush as he moves methodically through the trees, sweeping the area in a clear pattern, not missing a single winding corridor of trees. There's sound, like a chase going on
until there is a sound like a distant yelp and the chase stops. To the east. John exhales slowly, bracing his rifle properly before stalking in that direction.]