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MCA #9, Thursday afternoon (NFB)
After leaving the squirrels a bit of rum -- and how weird was it that that was now a standard part of Duke's criminal process? -- and leaving Octavia a couple messages, Duke picked the lock on the Blakes' apartment and slipped inside.
It looked exactly the same as it had the last time he was here, minus the very important factor that Octavia was clearly not inside.
"Tavi?" he called anyway. "Bellamy? You guys aren't lying dead on the floor or something, are you? Or . . . turned into stoats or something?"
Nothing. Duke set the food from Luke's on the kitchen counter and went to check Octavia's bedroom, just in case she really had turned into a stoat (raccoon, she'd said she'd been a raccoon before). There were her books, her drums, the figurine she said Magnus made her.
And her sword.
Duke picked it up carefully, turning it over in his hands. Octavia and Bellamy had gone into the preserve on Monday, and no one, as far as he knew, had heard from either of them since. And Octavia didn't have her sword.
Duke cursed and started for the door. (Then doubled back and grabbed the food from the kitchen and started again. You did not leave fish out in an empty apartment. He'd toss it into a handy trashcan once he was outside again.) He was kicking himself for not following his instincts and going looking for her earlier. If they'd gotten into trouble and he was too late to help. . . .
Well. It didn't really bear thinking about, did it.
[NFB. Duke can be caught coming or going by MCA residents if they like, but not actually in the process of breaking in, please! Apartment modded and sword found with permission.]
It looked exactly the same as it had the last time he was here, minus the very important factor that Octavia was clearly not inside.
"Tavi?" he called anyway. "Bellamy? You guys aren't lying dead on the floor or something, are you? Or . . . turned into stoats or something?"
Nothing. Duke set the food from Luke's on the kitchen counter and went to check Octavia's bedroom, just in case she really had turned into a stoat (raccoon, she'd said she'd been a raccoon before). There were her books, her drums, the figurine she said Magnus made her.
And her sword.
Duke picked it up carefully, turning it over in his hands. Octavia and Bellamy had gone into the preserve on Monday, and no one, as far as he knew, had heard from either of them since. And Octavia didn't have her sword.
Duke cursed and started for the door. (Then doubled back and grabbed the food from the kitchen and started again. You did not leave fish out in an empty apartment. He'd toss it into a handy trashcan once he was outside again.) He was kicking himself for not following his instincts and going looking for her earlier. If they'd gotten into trouble and he was too late to help. . . .
Well. It didn't really bear thinking about, did it.
[NFB. Duke can be caught coming or going by MCA residents if they like, but not actually in the process of breaking in, please! Apartment modded and sword found with permission.]