[Thread] Vampire Hunter C
Characters: OU!Chang Wufei, OU!Harth Fray
Where: Harth's lair
When: after sunset, just before Quatre's meeting
Summary: Wufei goes Harth-hunting. As usual, he has no idea what he's getting himself into.
Warnings: minor violence/torture, mental breakdown, Harth being Harth
It was luck as much as his superior skills of deduction that let Wufei to the location. So he chose to believe, but he knew he was also potentially wrong. He'd been wrong about so many things recently.
Still. It was suspicious, and he'd never -- never seen this man before. And he'd been watching people carefully. Certainly, he hadn't introduced himself to many of them -- but he'd been observing. Memorizing every face. Cataloging. There were not that many of them here.
The army was rather puny, if he thought about it.
So when night had begun to fall, and he'd seen a candle burning in a window he'd never seen light from before, and a face he did not recognize in that brief light, Wufei knew that here was the opportunity he'd been looking for.
He was certain that this Harth did not live in the regular apartments. If whomever it was that inhabited the second story over the old store had nothing to do with the person he was seeking, then he would beg forgiveness as politely as he was capable of doing, and ask them if they had heard of him, or where he might be found. That anyone was living away from the relative safety of the apartments was suspicious in itself, and he'd mark them well.
There were two ways to rescue hostages; the first was to search for the hostages themselves -- and the second, to seek out the kidnappers. The older Quatre had more than enough people gathering in order to begin work on the first task. That left the second task -- and while people seemed to be focusing solely on the Joker, Wufei was certain that this Harth knew more.
If he'd brought his intentions to Quatre's attention, Winner would have been sure to forbid him from doing what he was doing. He was still injured, he was still too weak -- Winner would try to tell him that it was better for someone else to handle it. He might even tell Miss Darlian, and Wufei would be unable to disobey an order to desist in his mission were she to give it to him. So he had not told anyone.
Moving as silently as he could through an old, creaky building, up a staircase that had seen its best days a century ago at least, down a long, dark hall, Wufei took in a breath of dusty air, and opened the first door.
Where: Harth's lair
When: after sunset, just before Quatre's meeting
Summary: Wufei goes Harth-hunting. As usual, he has no idea what he's getting himself into.
Warnings: minor violence/torture, mental breakdown, Harth being Harth
It was luck as much as his superior skills of deduction that let Wufei to the location. So he chose to believe, but he knew he was also potentially wrong. He'd been wrong about so many things recently.
Still. It was suspicious, and he'd never -- never seen this man before. And he'd been watching people carefully. Certainly, he hadn't introduced himself to many of them -- but he'd been observing. Memorizing every face. Cataloging. There were not that many of them here.
The army was rather puny, if he thought about it.
So when night had begun to fall, and he'd seen a candle burning in a window he'd never seen light from before, and a face he did not recognize in that brief light, Wufei knew that here was the opportunity he'd been looking for.
He was certain that this Harth did not live in the regular apartments. If whomever it was that inhabited the second story over the old store had nothing to do with the person he was seeking, then he would beg forgiveness as politely as he was capable of doing, and ask them if they had heard of him, or where he might be found. That anyone was living away from the relative safety of the apartments was suspicious in itself, and he'd mark them well.
There were two ways to rescue hostages; the first was to search for the hostages themselves -- and the second, to seek out the kidnappers. The older Quatre had more than enough people gathering in order to begin work on the first task. That left the second task -- and while people seemed to be focusing solely on the Joker, Wufei was certain that this Harth knew more.
If he'd brought his intentions to Quatre's attention, Winner would have been sure to forbid him from doing what he was doing. He was still injured, he was still too weak -- Winner would try to tell him that it was better for someone else to handle it. He might even tell Miss Darlian, and Wufei would be unable to disobey an order to desist in his mission were she to give it to him. So he had not told anyone.
Moving as silently as he could through an old, creaky building, up a staircase that had seen its best days a century ago at least, down a long, dark hall, Wufei took in a breath of dusty air, and opened the first door.