#convo.joel

[bodhimohan]

LOCATION: police station TIMESTAMP: Tuesday 7th of February, just before the curfew @joelrojas

Bodhi knew the fog was supernatural, knew it because he could sense a heightened attention from those he'd picked out a supernaturals. They weren't all as concerned, but some carried deep frowns and seemed very wary of moving through it. So much that the streets - while feeling deserted, also very much were. It was a great timing for the curfew, because for one: people didn't leave their houses, and even if they did, and it was after the curfew, nobody would see them.

He had changed to tea, which was a little better than the coffee in this place, sitting at a desk that he'd gotten assigned given how long he'd already been in this city, it made sense. He was helping them in a way too. At least that was how he saw it, he was looking through the files of earlier disappearances - which he had finally gotten free - two feet on the desk, one of the last ones there.

When a familiar face appeared in the empty offices, he lay the file back down and spoke loud enough for the other to hear - though he figured he could whisper and Joel would still hear him. "Late at work as well, I see."

[nishantdoshi]

TIMESTAMP: early morning on the 10th of January LOCATION: outside of Lord's Woods @joelrojas

Nishant felt sweaty in the pair of winter clothes he'd picked up at the location he'd claimed the night before. They weren't his own, they were too big, especially around his hips. His shoulder did fit in them either. And shit, normally this wouldn't bother Nishant one bit, but he was still shaking from the dream he had, tried to make sense of it, trying to remember more than just the feeling.

Werewolves didn't have fever dreams! They were cursed, spirits didn't touch them, they could merely hear them - if they had been a Witch ones. Nishant only knew what spirits were like because he had to listen to Helia ramble about them often enough.

He gritted his teeth and walked out of the forest, almost bumping into Joel. "Oh hi, hey!" He grinned then, trying to forget his awkwardness. "Say, would this be a good time for that coffee? I am sure some places are open at this ungodly hour." It was six am.

[zhyansuri]

LOCATION: Lord’s Wood TIMESTAMP: 1st of January @joelrojas

Zhyan had brought a wet-suit for this, he had always enjoyed traditions surrounding new years, though this was not his. He had been coaxed along, promised to go, to strangers, yes, but that didn’t matter. It got him out of the house, away from loneliness. 

He was cold, immensely cold, watching the cold waters in front of him, the tree line behind him. He looked with great longing at the freezing depths, but also with great fear. He remembered the dream he had, of the hooded figure on his boat. He took a step closer to the water, and threw a hand through his thick hair. Then someone pushed past him, a pale while form disappeared among the still water. Naked.

[bodhimohan]

LOCATION: the lake TIMESTAMP: POOL PARTY @museinitalics

Bodhi wasn't one to enjoy these kind of event. Not that he didn't like swimming, or that he couldn't, but he still recalled the fun event that led up to the previous disappearances, and he knew that these types of things were breeding grounds for such things.

Still, he was in his swimming trunks, a cheap plastic pair of red sunglasses, and slippers. He was mostly there to keep an eye on things, but he couldn't ignore that it was very warm, and he'd very much like to get into the water. He frowned when he saw Joel, and walked up to him. "I did key you for the sporty type, are you here for swimming, volleyball, beach football?"

[nishantdoshi]

LOCATION: Odin's tree TIMESTAMP: 4th of May @joelrojas

Months. MONTHS! 

When Nishant had suggested they would run into each other again, he hadn’t really thought it would be months later, and certainly not that it would be in the middle of another Witch thing - though of course the other thing hadn’t been a witch thing - when he should clearly be doing important Packleader stuff and not throwing glances in Joel’s direction in the hopes of him noticing. 

He’d spoken about Joel often enough to his friends, whining about how perfect it would be if they got together again after all this time. If they could look past the hurt - mostly from his side - and rekindle the flames. Though of course… Nishant was still closeted. 

But that was a whole other ballpark that he threw out of the conversation whenever one of his friends brought it up. He needed focus now. He was in the best possible situation, stuck between two boys. Text-book romance. Though Reza had so far not given in to his advances, and he couldn’t be sure if Joel had moved on to someone else now that it had been MONTHS.

He eventually moved through the crowd and ‘accidentally’ bumped into Joel. 

“Oh hey, how have you been?” smoothest way to start a conversation.

[nishantdoshi]

LOCATION: Fenrir’s Wood Police Station TIMESTAMP: monday before the December Full Moon

Nothing like crime to pull old lovers together, and no place like Fenrir’s Wood to do it. 

Honestly, Nishant had not expected Joel to be working that day, or perhaps had hoped that he would be faced with one of the police officers like normal, instead he was looking right at his ex. And his whole body turned into a giant knot and he almost fell backwards - or perhaps he just was trying to escape - when their eyes met. 

Sure, he’d seen him plenty over the past years, since their dramatic break-up (which he had caused) back when they were seventeen. But this was... different. He didn’t like how he felt more and more guilty and insecure as the day slipped past. 

And damnit, they were here for murder, not for their bleeding hearts to beat on about this thing that swallowed up whole worlds between them. 

“The council send me to check things out,” he said, needing to move close enough to Joel so only he could hear him. Stupid council. ( @joelrojas​ )

[zhyansuri]

HOLIDAY EVENT 2023 @museinitalics ( ft. Joel )

Zhyan had never cared about Christmas, until his move into Europe, he hadn't given it much thought. His family had been strictly Hindu, and there were very few places in his direct vicinity that had even cared about the Christians.

But seeing the people who worked at the police station fill up every single room with lights and decorations, made him appreciate the festivities more. He'd missed Diwali after all, he wanted to pretend these lights were his new year.

He sat on the bed when the door opened once again, hidden under the blankets he'd been given against the cold of the station, hoping the person entering the place where the Spirits kept him prisoner was bringing tea.

[hasan-jackson]

@museinitalics ( ft. Joel )

Hasan gestured to the chair beside his bed as if he wasn’t in the hospital but simply in his own living room. His gut hurt incredibly, with all of it showing just how fragile he was at his age. He had wished the spirits would’ve been more lenient towards werewolves, for he knew his attacker had already long since healed from his injuries. He would have to heal like a human, even if he healed quicker than regular humans, the internal damages seemed to have been far past his body’s control. That, and the witches suspected foul play, though none of them seemed to be capable of saying in what regard.

The sad matter of the fact was: Fenrir Pack was without a leader. 

“How is the pack?” Hasan asked, looking over at Joel with all the intensity that he had usually. He trusted the younger wolf completely, but it was not something he voiced.