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[ in the mid-afternoon, after trying and failing to get in contact with the others and with suspicions growing by the hour, daylight finally sends out a message to the network at large: ]

It looks like people are going missing.

Two of my friends, Okuyasu and Kiara, haven't been responding to any of my messages or calls since yesterday.

I've gone around th town to see if I can get a glimpse of them and nothing. Nada. Zip. Jackshit.

Coupled with other faces not being seen around town anymore - Have you guys noticed anyone else not popping up? Or noticed your friends not responding to messages?

Let me know so we can keep a track of everyone's status.

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[ oh fuck- he knows that name- ] I'm sorry. I'm going out now on my bike to check one last while I pedal around town. Can you let me know what he looks like so I can keep an eye out for him?

[ as daylight hurries out of the house, he manages to shoot out another message when a thought/question comes to mind: ]

Getting no help from the locals if you try to ask for anything, right?

Medium length blonde hair, normally tied back. Blue eyes. Perpetual frown. Broad shoulders.

I will find where he is held.

[ Who even expects useful help from the locals after last time? ]

[ is it safe for him to be messaging someone while he's on his bike? probably not.

all the same, he's going to message someone he's worried for: ] Let me help you out if you find anything, okay?

This has the fingerprints of whoever has us here, fucking and jerking us around, so you're going to need backup. [ a lot of it if they were able to get more than(?) five people so quickly and so quietly. ]

I will not rest until whatever entity is responsible for this has been ripped to pieces.

[ He's fine don't worry about it. He's taking it well! ]

And I'll help buddy. I promise. We're going to take rounds kicking whoever did this and I'll make sure you get first dibs.

First, we gotta figure out where they could have gone in the first place. Or what they all had in common besides being in our situation.

Do you know anyone else who got snatched up? I know four names for sure, excluding Anduin.

[ You expect him to care about other people right now?? ]

No.

[ Can't hear you over the sound of busily planning to work out how to turn back into a dragon and eat some people. ]

[ daylight may not know the specific sounds of an individual wanting to transform back into a dragon and eat some people, but daylight does have specific experience in knowing when someone is going to go batshit over the concerns of others.

he swears under his breath and is grateful agatha is busy at the library or wherever she is right now. if he's lucky, he can talk to her about this when she swings back home. ]

No to help? No to waiting? You're going to need to give me something a bit more specific than 'No', buddy.

I want to give you a hand here. I need to know how.

No I cannot name any additional missing people, although you are aware I am familiar with Okuyasu.

[ That's it! GOODBYE. TIME TO EAT PEOPLE.

Or maybe set the police station on fire! Shame he'd have to use gasoline. ]

[ NO. NO. NO GOODBYES. ]

Can you tell me where are you right now? [ because daylight does not trust him to be by himself right now, to be frank. he can feel the murderous energies coming from the messages. it's a skill he picked up from nightbreak, the most quietly murderous of them all in his group of friends. ]

Heading toward the police station.

[ Don't worry about that. ]

[ he will absolutely worry!!

daylight, somehow, makes a u-turn with his bike and makes his way towards the police station. he's honestly surprised no one gets mad at him with how he's pedalling like. a madman but maybe that's the privilege of being a courier.

the second he sees wrathion, daylight hops off his bike and hurries over to him, not bothering to hide the fact he's heading his way because come here you...! ]

[ Hey Daylight!

You're officially a fun killer who hates fun. Why can't a dragon just wreck things a little?

He hears the bike hit the ground and turns, narrows his eyes in irritation as Daylight charges toward him. Wrathion's chin lifts imperiously, shoulders squaring as if preparing for a fight. ]

Can I help you, Mr Lornlit?

[ Cool, calm, collected. Ignore the murderous vibes radiating from him. He's fine. ]

[ the fact he's being the one who's having to stop the brakes is not lost on him. he doesn't want to start a fight but he will make noise if it comes down to it.

he hopes it doesn't come down to it. ]

I'd like to help you from doing anything dangerous right now.

[ which is a stretch, he knows, but by the stars is he going to try. with how many locals - and the too smiley kind at that - milling about, looking at him and wrathion now and then, daylight knows this isn't the time to get their attention.

daylight doesn't bother to hide his scowl as he leans forward, trying to keep this prive betwee him and wrathion much as possible. ] You know if you cause shit to go down, it doesn't just affect you, right? They're going to keep a close eye on us as a whole. The mayor probably knows about our circumstances. He'll put two and two together if he learns something happens here.

I know you're angry and I am too but we have to think about this in the long-term of things.

Long term?

[ The incredulous tone to his hiss here suggests Wrathion thinks that is the stupidest thing he has ever heard.

Long term?

Oh, no. ]

I will not be restrained and humiliated any longer. They will return Anduin Wrynn to me or they will face the consequences.

[ 'Return him to me' is, perhaps, slightly too revealing wording but Anduin isn't here to complain. ]

[ daylight resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, wondering if this is how emer used to feel in their earlier adventures. if it is, he really needs to apologise to his boyfriend when they meet each other again.

but— he’ll focus on this conversation— ]

Okay then: Answer me these two questions...

How are you doing to do that exactly? [ he can do illusions, sure, but the locals outnumber them and they have weapons on their person. he’s seen the police flash their polite, too-bright smiles, ‘casually’ flash him their strange guns whenever he started pedalling too close to the tunnel at the south of santa rosita. ]

And what do you do if Anduin isn’t here after everything goes down? If you piss them off and he’s not here, what do you think is going to happen to him and the others?

[ The first question isn't so big a problem for Wrathion. He'd had a plan, an angry and likely inadvisable one but a plan nonetheless. He'd only used small, example illusions around Daylight but bigger ones he's found to be reasonably effective when hoping not to get targeted.

The second point holds a little more weight. His fingers flex and curl by his sides, teeth gritting. ]

And what do you suggest?

[ Doing nothing isn't on the cards here. He needs to do something. ]

[ that one is easy to answer: ]

We prepare. Going down swinging is appealing but so is with the knowledge we busted our balls to go down swinging.

[ he subtly begins to try and put himself between wrathion and the police station. just in case there is a last-minute dash or attempt or something towards it.

all the while he speaks, counting out the number of things they can do while hunting down there whereabouts of anduin and the others: ]

You need proper coverage to protect yourself from blows and shots from attackers. You need medical supplies for yourself if you sustain any injuries or if we need to treat anyone who ends up hurt.

Most of all - You need, you know, an actual thing to fight with. That way you don't go to a gunfight with just fists.

[ a knife may not be useful against a gun but better than nothing. who knows? maybe wrathion is a killed kife-thrower or something. ]

[ A knife?

Actually he's not bad with them.

In fact, he does have a knife on him -- in his coat pockets. You think after everything this town has thrown at him he isn't ready for a knife fight?

However he does have zero medical supplies and, admittedly, this coat will not stop bullets. ]

In case you had failed to notice, Mr Lornlit, this place prevents me enchanting. How am I supposed to protect myself from blows?

[ You cannot just buy enchanted gear here! Who would want regular gear?

Also, still demoted to Mr Lornlit because Wrathion is still upset he's being stopped with common sense. ]

[ the way he’s being address isn’t lost on him and fine. if wrathion wants to do that, daylight can play it too.

he stands up straight to his full height, arms crossing and putting as much stubborn conviction that he can to his voice. ]

We will try to get armour from somewhere. We make armour by putting padding beneath your clothes. Something. [ fuck- they’ll put fucking duct tape all over wrathion if it gives him a bit of cover from attacks. regular gear is better than no gear at this point, daylight thinks. ]

We can do this. We need to think this through first, though. [ they’re going to be useless if they end up down the second they get a critical hit. neither of them can take a stab or blow like they could in the past. ]

[ Wrathion being coated in duct tape is something the author desperately wants to see.

He may not consent, however, but the assurance that they can do this cracks his façade at least a little. His fingers flex, the uncertainty flitting over his features as he tries to process all this information. ]

We cannot wait too long.

[ Who knows what state they're in? What is being done to them? ]

Who knows what grim fate our captors have in store for them? I have seen enough horrors in this place already, and so have you. We must find them.

I know. [ he knows the statistics when it comes to the likelihood of a kidnapped person’s survival. daylight knows the wisdom of not repeating it since that is going to open a can of worms. for everyone here.

he looks around him and sees they’re getting a bit of attention. polite smiles for now and daylight isn’t interested to see what happens if they got those smiles turned upside down. ]

Listen— We can talk more about the logistics but maybe we shouldn’t be doing it near a place full of cops?

[ A long pause, Wrathion folding his arms and tapping his fingers in agitation as he watches the police intently.

Finally, he relents and nods. ]

Your way first.

[ With the unspoken implication: if this takes too long, if it doesn't work, Wrathion's shelving the careful approach. ]

[ he quickly picks up the implication and knows it'll be an uphill battle. everything about this situation is an uphill battle for everyone involved and he tries to keep that in mind.

daylight quickly shuffles wrathion away from the police station. ]

We'll make this work. I promise.

[ they need to make it work. ]

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