— @devillain / post - riots starter .
it had been weeks since the last of the riots fires had died. dr. facilier had transformed the arcade into a temporary medical station for the injured, dying and dead, and while noelani had kept them updated on any victims that they knew, uma and the crew had picked through the destruction in search for their missing. they had found some hurt but alive, others they had returned to the sea but there was still one name left on their list they were yet to uncover. carlos de vil had been missing since coronation night. weeks had past, a ceasefire had already been negotiated while the isle was rebuilt and still there was no sign of him.
harry prowled the streets, hunting down any that he thought may have held some semblance of a grudge against the son of cruella, and some he knew didn’t simply because he was out of leads. he put the word out among the beggars to watch for any sign of him and after six false sightings harry was ready to hook the next scumbag that tried to make a fool out of him. he was so on edge, aggravated and frustrated that when he saw the familiar black and white leathers he had almost convinced himself that he was seeing things.
“ carlos ! ” his voice didn’t sound quite right, a little more desperate than it should have been as he lunged forward and snatched a hold of the boys arm to spin him around to face him. the moment he saw his face, harry checked the rest of him for any sign of injuries. all but manhandling him as he went. “ we thought you were dead in a ditch. ” harry said, it had meant to be a joke but his voice was sharp. “ where the hell have you been ? ”