FIRE DRILL!, Outside of the Dorms, Very Late Thursday Night/Very Early Friday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

The wind roared around campus this time of night. Temperatures had dropped to close to freezing, and clouds blocked out most of the fragile light of the moon.

Perfect time to ring the fire alarm for a test, right? Right.

Somewhere deep in the middle of the night, the alarm went off. Loudly. So grab what you can and bustle on outside, students! ... and let's hope this is over quick.

[[ FIRE DRILL! have at. ]]

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[seveninchmotto]

"I'm in New York a lot now." Isabelle tugged on her robe again. "My brother's missing," she added flatly.

And that was an overly simplified way of putting it, too.

[doesnotkneel]

"Missing?" Edward echoed.

Yes, that's what she'd said.

"Jaysus. I'm sorry. What happened?"

[seveninchmotto]

"A mess with a demon who tried to resurrect the worthless bastard who killed my little brother." Oh, now, there was a little bit of emotion, finally. "She tried to use Jace for that, and now it's starting to look like perhaps she succeeded. The body and Jace have both been missing for a week."

[doesnotkneel]

"And... you want to be back there to find them," Edward said. "Understandable."

And slightly better than her dropping everything and leaving as he'd parsed that at first.

[seveninchmotto]

"I've been going back and forth the last week," she told him, shrugging. "Patrolling in the search parties." Sixteen-hour patrols which contributed to the dark circles under her eyes, but who was counting? "I'll keep doing that until we find them."

And they would. She had to believe that.

[doesnotkneel]

"You've the dedication to pull it off, I reckon," Edward said, if simply because he was never going to argue on that point. "Any theories on where they might've gone?"

[seveninchmotto]

This time the shrug was a little more vague, and she glanced away.

"Not really. Not as much as I'd like."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward winced - physically, even. "If there's anything I can do..." he said. "...And yes, I'm aware of how much that sounds like folly, comin' from me."

Though he did have a talent for spotting hidden things?

[seveninchmotto]

"Thank you, but it's beyond mundie help." See also the reason why Flick was rapidly losing his health over this thing. "But I'll let you know if there's anything."

Because this was not a thing where she was going to have too much pride to ask for things. No, she was relatively desperate to get her brother back.

[doesnotkneel]

Edward shrugged lightly. "If you need something found," he said, "I've got a minor talent for it, that's all. Not that I can really talk it up, and you lot probably've got better than me, so... never mind I said anything."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle rubbed her eyes for a second, then tilted her head a little.

"What kind of talent?"

[doesnotkneel]

"The Sight that lets me see your marks," Edward said, feeling a little like he was overselling himself, now - which wasn't something he usually felt self-conscious about. "It's... it mixes my senses all up. I think once I tracked someone. Through the walls, like."

[seveninchmotto]

"Through walls?" Isabelle asked, raising her eyebrows. "That –– that sounds actually useful."

She wasn't used to that from mundanes. But then, if he could track people like that, he probably didn't qualify for a mundane, anyway.

[doesnotkneel]

"That, and my attention gets drawn to useful things more quickly than anyone else." He shrugged awkwardly. I haven't had much practice, I can't promise you I'll be too useful, just thought you should know, if you need it."

[seveninchmotto]

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, with no traces of sarcasm or anything of the like. "I'm not sure how that would work with our wards and glamours, but..."

But, desperate.