exsilium | Video; oo3 [3am]

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Video; oo3 [3am]

Um.

[The video feed kicks on at some ungodly hour during the night and finds Isaac- or, more accurately, the faint outline of Isaac. The world around him is dark, but for what it's worth, he seems to be outside. In the snow.

The first thing you'd probably notice is that he isn't dressed for it at all. Isaac is actually pretty much wearing a t-shirt, fabric pajama pants, and has no shoes or socks to speak of. He's drenched, shivering something awful, and seems to be rather in the middle of nowhere.]

I could use a little help. [His teeth chatter as he speaks. Not fun.] Is anyone awake? I just kind of... woke up here a few minutes ago. So, uh- a jacket or a way home would be nice.

[[ooc: Isaac's weapon is sort of in the process of leveling up and as a result, he's sleepwalkin'. Anyone is welcome to find him! c:]]

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[That's comforting. Isaac likes that Walter gave him control of the setting, and after a moment, he returns the message.]

what about this evening? i gota catch up on sleep but i should be fine at around five or so. down by the main housing?

[The decision to allow the other boy control over the when and where of meeting is a gesture meant exactly to do that, as much as Walter would never openly admit to it. Isaac is neither his subordinate nor an active problem to deal with, and it is for such reasons that he is permitted such leniency.

Of course, it does help that the area--despite all it's changes over time and between realities--is one that Walter is still familiar with. He'd lived his life in the city of London and on its outskirts.]

It'll work. See you then.

[Isaac is there when he says to be, hands shoved tightly in his pockets to combat the cold. He knows that Walter is a hunter of sorts, knows that it's probably dangerous to go out and meet him alone, but he doesn't have many other options. Besides, he's had some training recently. He could probably handle himself.

His posture is somewhat relaxed as he waits, dressed in clothes far warmer than what he had originally started his broadcast with. Now that he's had time to warm up and heal over the frostbite, Isaac is doing quite a bit better.]

[It's a bit of a trek, but Walter manages to make to the designated location at least five minutes early. Wearing his own half-fingered black gloves with its metal rings instead of the full white gloves he uses when working at the houses of the locals, Walter's hands feel a bit chilly when the wind picks up. Luckily, the warmth of the hot tea in his thermos filters through to the pads of his fingers easily enough. Still, even with that and the mammoth wool coat he's wearing, Walter's cheeks are still flushed in their internal effort to battle the cold.

When he steps up, Walter's stature and features reflect his youth. Of the two, he's definitely the younger one. He's probably also the smaller one, unless Issac happens to be short. Either way, the English hunter recognizes him from the earlier video.]

Bugger me if this meeting doesn't nearly have the makings of a radio drama.

What can I say? The noir detective thing is still pretty cool.

[Isaac smiles, if only to break the tension and shoves his hands in his pockets. He's actually rather tall, tall enough to have to look down toward Walter and shrug, no regrets.]

Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about- well, about the first time you contacted me.

[Ah, straight to the point. Walter perks up a bit at that, attention rapt as looks up at the older youth.]

Well? Go on then. Don't be shy about it.

[Isaac just rolls his eyes.]

There's more of us here. They came in recently- and they don't mean any harm.

[...sort of.]

I wanted to tell you so you could avoid anything violent when it comes to them.

[For a moment, Walter thinks he should have expected this sort of occurrence. On the other hand, Isaac is not the one he would have ever expected this sort of message from.

An audible sigh passes from him, his shoulders lifting briefly as he shrugs.]

Is there some reason Peter isn't coming to me with this? He was the one capable of calming you and that friend of yours down.

[Isaac bristles at the mention of Peter, but forces calm again. Just because Walter claims to be on his side doesn't necessarily mean that Isaac enjoys the agreement, or particularly trusts him.]

Because they're from my world, and he doesn't know them like I do.

[Walter lifts his eyes in response to the movement, locking his gaze with Isaac's. It's not a threatening gesture, but it's not a submissive one, either.]

You do realize that, if Peter isn't in on this and something does go wrong, it will be up to Miss Seras and me to hold them until they recover their human consciousness. I was under the impression you didn't exactly trust hunters.

[Little does he know that Seras is about to disappear from Exsilium.]

[Walter may not be outright challenging him, but Isaac doesn't hesitate before stepping forward, his eyes flickering to a bright, animalistic gold.]

If something goes wrong, we deal with it. Not you.

[He knows the obvious question is coming, so he answers before he's asked.] Short of going back up to the moon again, none of us are going to lose control- especially not all of us at once.

[If there's one constant trait Walter has, it's that he never backs down to aggression. Rather than flinching or clamping up defensively, Walter's posture, if anything, becomes more relaxed. He does not frown; he smiles.

Walter is no werewolf. Nor is he contaminated by any supernatural blood or curse or anything else that would explain away the behaviour. But, without question, there is something off about the smile that stretches across his lips as he matches Isaac's step forward.

Perhaps it's how his expression seems almost manic-- as though the idea of a confrontation is something to be excited about.]

Your eyes and your sleep hunting tell me a different story, puppy. Now run on back to your pack before you find out the hard way just who you’re trying to intimidate.

[The grin is maddening, and the threat makes a low growl echo in the back of Isaac's throat.]

You want to put that to the test? I'm not afraid of you.

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[Action] Apologies for the delay here. School work started taking up more time.

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