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Time has passed, as it tends to do. The Æon Society has recently received word of people going missing in Greenland, and not the kind of people you'd expect to go missing, either. Natives and experienced trackers and wilderness experts have simply gone missing for no readily discernible reason.

That's why Annabelle Newfield and Connor are here to investigate. Mysterious disappearances tend to be their kind of trouble, one way or the other.

A friend of Jake's has dropped them off in a remote village with his plane before haring off on another errand.

Date: 2010-04-06 03:46 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (power)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
North. I can guide you. Annabelle is hurt, I am exhausted, and it looks like there's a storm coming. He pauses. I can put directions in your mind, but only of you let me. There is a woman we rescued hiding on the way here too

He can sense the woman as well, of course.

Date: 2010-04-06 04:02 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (frown)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
Thank you. I hate poking around on people's heads. He will give John directions to Constance and then to himself and Annabelle.

"He's coming. Let me rest a moment and I will bury the cave."

Date: 2010-04-06 04:11 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (Default)
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"Explosives, and some drums of gasoline, and a ton or two of salt..." Connor will sit and try to relax, which is easier said than done.

Date: 2010-04-06 04:32 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (frown)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
Not too much; he feels dirty right now, and sick from what he had to do. "Something like that."

Date: 2010-04-06 04:37 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (hdache)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
He will gently move the arm away, and hold her hands. "You are hurting. We can hug later when you are not hurting."

Not your fault. It... had to be done.

Date: 2010-04-06 04:50 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (badge)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
Connor will just nod, and rest as much as possible. By the time John arrives, he will have buried the cave, and the woman will receive the sad news that they were too late, and not even remains were left.

Date: 2010-04-06 05:33 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (sad)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
Connor will make sure Annabelle is resting, even better, sleeping, before he too collapses.

It was a dirty job.

But the town is safe.

Date: 2010-04-06 05:48 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (Default)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
After making sure Annabelle is fine, he will make his way downstairs to check the yummy scents.

Ravenous? You have no idea...

Date: 2010-04-06 06:35 am (UTC)
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And Connor's blushing does not help much, right? "Sleeping. She needs her sleep, after being hurt."

Later she will need food and spoiling in general, but sleep is better at the moment.

Date: 2010-04-06 06:44 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (yes)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
"Ah..." Very red flushed, really, what he can do but obey and eat, right? Sometimes the wisest course of action is to not fight.

"Thank you... It all looks delicious." Eat he will, with appetite but manners too.

Date: 2010-04-06 06:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] leadinghome
Connor will politely decline the fourth helping. For now.

Perusing the snow falling in waves and showers, he gives a sad smile. "Yes." She has really no idea how far, even if his time, his Earth, is stopping to feel like home.

Besides modern conveniences, what they had there? Nothing but each other, and the Angels are all here.

Date: 2010-04-06 07:03 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (Default)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
Well, he still has his brit accent, here and there. "Hm, yes." London, seventy years in the future, in another Earth.

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