Old Friends, different paths
“Are you sure..?” Vale’s voice came across clear, concise in the darkness of the alley way where he had elected to meet the gold and grey clad Devon James. It was the oddest of things for him to look down and see the symbol of the Seraph put to the mans chest such as that, but he respected his choice and the reasoning behind it. “It happened at the Flagon. Report says a blonde, early twenties was seated at the bar and a female came up prattling on about some message and a woman, so says the bartender. Before she finished her sentence the blonde put a hole in her chest and was attacked by two men already planted in the bar. They fought, he held them off, but a man with a cane entered the fray and hit him with some sort of dart that sent him unconscious..” None of this was good at all. If they had Locksley, they could torture out the information that they needed. Vale’s hand tightened around the Leviathan’s Tooth. The flex of fingers and emotion sent trails of lightning racing around the blade it’s self. “That’s not good Devon, I know who the man is, but it will do you no good. He is probably long out of the city and hidden away with him, if this man is who I think it is.” Devon responded to that with “What are their names..” Vale looked to the man long and hard, before shaking his head. He knew that Kei’s influence on him would turn this into a Serpah’s matter that he didn’t need this to be. “Leave this to me, please Devon. This is a personal matter.” If it had been anyone else, Devon may of stepped up and demanded answers with his fist, but the close, personal relationship of the two of them had demanded more from one another, an unspoken respect for each others choices. That didn’t mean Devon didn’t need to mention his new undertaking beneath the red line of the Seraph with his wife and Harrison Trade.
“Is this working out for you..?” Vale’s eyes roamed the mans suit of armor, giving him a clear hint as to what he meant. “Pay is no where near as good, people look at me like I’m fuckin’ insane. Most of my old friends won’t talk to me, unless I pay them for information like normal Seraph would. I have to say, I never figured I would be about this life. I miss getting to rough people up without paper work, but my wife has never been happier. We are together near constantly and rather than get annoyed, we just get handsy. It’s made my life better and I feel like I’m doing something good.” He paused. “How’s the pregnant raptor?”
Imagining Ayrie as a predatory bird made him near bellow with laughter. Instead, his control made it come out as a light chuckle that he would probably leave with. “She is just fine. I imagine she won’t be when she hears I am going to have to get this kid back. It will make her feel better if I get the Butcher to watch my back, so if he is available I’ll call upon him. Other wise, she is fantastic as could be. She only has occasional berserker fits.” Instead of laughing, Devon frowned and looked like a child left out of an adventure. “I can help you, just need to request the time off and..” Vale shook his head, clasping his friend on the shoulder. “No Devon. That is not your life anymore. I will need you two to take time when we confront the Daynes, but not for this. Your place is in the streets protecting the people, and your wife. If you do that, it will be all I need from you.” The two men shared a confirming nod then clasped hands together for a respectful, firm shake. “Take care of yourself, Devon.” Vale said with a smile, to which Devon replied. “You as well, Master Vale.” It was meant as a joke, of course to which both of them shared a knowing grin. They parted with that, neither looking back, but Devon could say that he heard Vale laughing and repeating the words “Pregnant raptor..” as he vanished around a corner to head back towards the Selma district.