Long Overdue (closed at first)

[Kennedy]

Kennedy wordlessly reached back and took Wraith's hand; a silent, united front. She patiently waited for Tristan to spit it out.

[tshamien]

"Are you'se together?" Tristan asked them flat out. He hoped to God they were just experimenting or something. If they weren't, well, lots of people in this city probably wouldn't be as understanding as he was.

[Wraith]

Wraith took Kennedy's hand gratefully and tried to figure out how the hell to answer that.

"Um. We met. There was drinking. We talked a lot. We kissed. Then there was...this...for a while now," she squeaked out. She didn't know which impressed her more--that Kennedy had managed not to tell him, or that he hadn't yet started ranting about how they were an abomination against God and man.

[tshamien]

"Okay..." Tristan took a deep breath and then sighed heavily. "So you're fucking?" He blatantly asked. He stood up and started pacing. He was managing to wrap his mind around it and honestly it didn't shock him all that much. He didn't know if it was right or wrong and who the fuck was he to judge in the first place?

[Kennedy]

"And I like her a lot, Tristan," Kennedy said, the whimsy vanishing from her eyes and voice. It went flat, so as not to be mistaken for anything but serious.

[tshamien]

Tristan looked at the both of them and sighed.

"Okay. Well...just please be more careful. I don't think Nevada woulda been as nice about it, though I really don't know. Really though, please be more careful, you get someone stupid enough who see you and you could both get hurt." He was actually really concerned for the both of them. He knew how dumb some people could be.

[Wraith]

Wraith collapsed onto the couch in relief. She'd seriously half-expected him to shoot her, and he was worrying about them.

"Careful's my middle name," she pointed out with a shaky smile. He knew that as well as anyone. Which reminded her... "Tristan, have you seen my brother?" she asked desperately, ignoring the fact that this was a pretty radical subject change.

[tshamien]

"No, I haven't." He said and raised an eyebrow at her. "He's missing? Since that night?"

[Kennedy]

Kennedy smiled at Tristan and squeezed Wraith's fingers gently.

[Wraith]

She squeezed back and nodded miserably. "I was just telling Kennedy. Hence the..." She coughed and blushed. "...comforting."

((FINALLY A JUNIOR MEMBER! Sorry...I get excited about post counts...))

[tshamien]

"Fuck..." Tristan groaned. "Well, now we gotta find him." He smirked at her.

"Wraith, just one thing, you don't have a reason to be scared of me, ever. I'd never hurt you."

[Wraith]

She crossed her arms and looked at him. "Well, you've had so many chances I pretty much have to believe that. And I don't trust a lot of people, so...you can feel special." She glanced doubtfully between him and Kennedy--this was an even more unlikely crack team than her last one. "How are we gonna find him?"

[Kennedy]

"I can try and draw his face on pieces of paper and put them up around the neighborhood!" Kennedy exclaimed resolutely.

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[tshamien]

"Kennedy...I don't think that'll work," He leaned over and patted her knee. "We can check the refuge, I don't think they'd kill him." Though if they did he was buried somewhere or at the bottom of the east river.

[Wraith]

She nodded slowly. The Refuge was pretty much a last resort. Ever since Goblin got out, he'd drummed it into her to stay away from the place, and other than that, he flatly refused to talk about it. At all. Which didn't exactly bode well for him if he was back there now. But it was better than dead.

"Uh, so...either of you have any experience dangling people on ropes?"