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Who: Brock and Maladict
What: Utterly failing to find Joshua and being assaulted by fairies.
When: December 5th
Where: Out in the Paradisan wilderness, on the powered side.
Rating: Proobably no more than PG-13.

They'd been out for a couple of days now, trying to find a trail that wasn't even there. Still, it was better than sitting around waiting for someone in Peace Patrol to maybe possibly decide to do something about Joshua's escape. And really, Brock wasn't all that bad company to drag around on a search, Mal decided. He was significantly less irritating than most of the other residents.

But then the snow came, and following the trail became near impossible. Plus, in her limited experience of such things, she knew humans weren't all that great in cold weather. They were squishy and prone to hypothermia, and she was certain Brock would bitch all the way back to the castle if he started losing extremities. The vampire sighed, looking up at the sky, watching the flakes drift down.

"I doubt we're going to get anywhere now. Might was well call it a bad job and go back."

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Brock was, perhaps predictably, quiet for a sizable stretch of time after Maladict said that. Not that he was in horrible shock!!! or anything, but it was a little surprising. And he was having trouble actually piecing together what she'd said; Brock Samson was not all that great at personal relationships.

But he finally got it, finally, and just kept looking straight ahead, fighting the urge to gawk at her. "Uh. Since when?"

She walked on in silence, letting him figure it out for himself. Let him feel he'd accomplished some brainpower and all that. Generous of her, really.

"Oh, a couple of months. Right before he went back into jail again."

So generous, it's true. What a lovely vampire woman thing.

Brock continued to do this thing where he pretended he didn't utterly overlook what should have probably been glaringly obvious, particularly because he was so close to Maladict. And how they'd acted in the prison together ...

"Right, right," he said a little dismissively, like he'd just forgotten or something. "Of course."

Maladict gave a thoughtful humm.

"If you like, I won't tell him I had to point this out to you," she offered. "He can be an arrogant bastard and I don't think he needs much amo to use against you. You can pretend you knew this whole time."

Brock rolled his eyes, scoffing. "What -- 'pretend'? Of course I know. Obvious."

This is Brock Samson-speak for 'yes please and thank you.'

Maladict flashed him a fanged smirk.

"You're welcome~"

Brock just smirked at her sidelong, rolling his eyes a little, and continued on toward the castle. Vampires, man.