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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."

Threaded | Flat

Yeah, that's right! Brock is the best not-completely-terrible, less-irritating-comparatively company you could hope for, Maladict. One of his many talents.

Another of these talents, as it so happens, is his ability to dress like a moron despite the obvious signs that winter was coming. Crazy Paradisa Winter, of course, means sudden snow and chill and all those things that squishy, hypothermia-prone humans Do Not Do Well with. And Brock is dressed in a denim jacket? Because he's a moron? A moron whose fashion sense still thinks he's in 1994, that kind of moron. But a moron nonetheless. Let me continue to stress how dumb Brock is.

Regardless of his incredible stupidity, or perhaps because of it, he spends a moment glaring up at the sky too.

"Goddammit. You're probably right," he said, then sighed, shifting the pack that was slung over his shoulder. "Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll freeze to death."