the winter knight;

winter ♞ mage not dead yet. [ indie oc rp blog; sideblog ]

[frigidknight]

[text] Good. [text] I don't think so. Why?

[text] The Director came to visit us, apparently it stands for Interspecies Affairs.

[text] We might want to be careful of them.

[frigidknight]

[text] the door's broken again [text] we need a damn steel plated door or something

[text] I'll look into having one installed.

[text] Have you ever heard of the ISA?

[whitefoxcalamity-blog]

Had Jack thought to call, perhaps he would have, but there are a lot of things he should have done and making something as simple as a phone call didn’t even make his register. Instead, he slipped inside and looked back at the door in question before his attention turned to the man that he supposed was in charge, or at least knew what he was talking about. 

"Jack Thayer, director of the ISA," he said, paused for a moment and as it was a relatively knew organization, he added for clarification: "Inter-Species Affairs. I’m here as a cursory gesture, a bridge between human law enforcement and any regulatory systems, courts, practices, etc, that those of other ‘Person’ status have."

[frigidknight]

...Good form, not sending an underling.

[ That would have been-- well, some kind of insult, if said underling had expected an audience with Adelaide. Winter doesn't pretend to actually understand half the reasoning behind magical tradition. He just follows it. ]

I wish we could reciprocate the gesture.

[ But like he said, she's in a meeting; as he's the second-in-command, Mr. Thayer will just have to make do.

That said, Winter does stand, slowly offering Mr. Thayer not a handshake, but a hand over his heart and a quarter of a bow from behind the desk-- more informal than a traditional clasp of hands and touch of fingertips to palms, but he doesn't think that the man knows that particular gesture. ]

Winter, at your service. I guess the... ISA-- [ why's he never heard of them again? they must be new ] --is already aware of our presence as a large network of vampires, then.

[ Except Winter. He's actually... yeah, he's the only human in this building, or really in Adelaide's entire network of employment. ]

[frigidknight]

+ metuere

[ Oh, god. Little girls, god help him. ]

...Are you lost? Is everything- okay.

[frigidknight]

+ valselune

...Sir.

[ Neutral greetings, Winter. Neutral greetings. He inclines his head, just slightly, and if an already chilly area gets slightly chillier-- that's not his fault, I swear. ]

[joeldirtybastard]

[thebloodredqueen]

Shut up.

[She’s trying very hard not to hit you.]

They have a history. I’ve no doubt that if he comes after us, the Seer will follow. And bring Viola and Aurel with. 

We may have a second war.

[frigidknight]

[ Come at him, bro. I mean-- okay. In all seriousness, though, Winter swallows down the normal dose of blind rage that hearing a word about that alcoholic mess of a witch brings him, all apparent calm and deadened reaction even as the temperature drops minutely but noticeably. God, what awful control he has. ]

We won't survive a second war, as long as Metis has that blonde.

...Aakster listens to him too, not anybody else-- and Aurel takes his opinion seriously enough. Make a deal with the Seer. There has to be something he wants, he's stabbed enough of his partners in the back for less.

[frigidknight]

+ tomorrowseventstoday + numeroscedodeus + athisbest

If this is about the Blue Room, I know.

[ He also hasn't looked up from his paperwork, like at all. If it's an audience with the mob that you wanted, you have it, but-- it's kind of not paying attention. And hasn't realized you're not Bluebell here with a status report. ]

[incendiummetis]

And we won’t break the house if we end up fighting. I wouldn’t want Adelaide to bitch again. 

[Metis is just rolling with this. And smirking. Which grows wider and the next statement.]

Even when I was training her she went through pets like a normal woman goes through shoes. You’re not the first. 

[frigidknight]

...And?

[ Judgemental stare number twelve: "I can't believe you think I care about that piece of useless information" flavor. Because really Metis, did you think he didn't know-- or at least suspect? Winter's here because he fucking hates himself, not because he thinks he's some ancient woman's one true partner. ]

[frigidknight]

+ magninominisumbra

[ Well. I think we've hit our dark-haired men in suits quota for this room, don't you? That said, Winter doesn't smile, but he does cast a stare that's marginally less judgemental than normal-- a little more polite inquiry, a little less "I'm going to beat your face in because I have a lot of anger issues". That's really all you can hope for, with this guy. ]

Don't mind the door, it's a little loose on the hinges.

[ Yeah, that's what happens when selkies kick it in and you have to put in a new one on short notice. ]

...Is there something I can help you with. Miss Toussant is in a meeting at the moment.

[thebloodredqueen]

We lost our door again, and you should have told me. Jesus.

[Shh, you can change them in a bit we are bitching right now, and that’s much more important.]

Crowley’s always playing games. We must have gotten under his radar. But Metis is going to take advantage of the War and attempt to get his place back. And he’s got the Seer under his thumb. 

[frigidknight]

...I didn't notice. It's cold in here, you're right.

[ Winter, I'm not even going to dignify that horseshit with a narration tag. ]

This is the same Seer who tried to sell me Linna's real name? Somehow-- I don't think that bottle blonde is under his thumb.

[incendiummetis]

I’m sure you have bigger problems than me. Like the fact that you don’t have a door.

That’s fine. I was just scoping out Adelaide’s newest pet.

[Hey Winter. You’re still missing a door. Also Metis is a bitch and he’s just gonna laugh.]

[frigidknight]

Fresh air is good for your circulation.

[ ...Says about the only real human with real circulation in a coven full of undead blood-drinkers. Yeah, that makes sense. Really, I think Winter's just dead inside at this point if this is how he reacts to this sort of thing. ]

Define newest, Mr. Metis. I think you've been dead a little longer than you think you have been.

[thebloodredqueen]

Idiot. I ought to stab you, but knowing my luck this week you’d just wake up again.

[Winter I hope you know if she were any less than what she is she’d be crying. Or have punched you. Instead you get a glare and bitter jokes.]

Where the fuck were you.

[frigidknight]

Levelling the field.

[ Yeah, let's put it that way. Seriously, his socks are ruined. ]

...I heard about him. Crowley's playing games with us now too?

[frigidknight]

+ incendiummetis

As if we needed any more complications in this climate.

--I'm not supposed to let you in, by the way.

[ But, you could come in anyway. Give Winter a chance to work off this aggression by turning the room into a snowstorm-- or more likely, a chance to hear out whatever you have to say with an expression of utmost contempt. ]

[frigidknight]

+ thebloodredqueen

...Surprise.

[ He's still not dead, and still not in hiding-- the air around his hands is frigid, and there's selky blood on his shoes. Please don't kill him? ]

[ourbau]