i met him. by sheer serendipity, by some miracle, i met giles again for the first time in the 6 years since i took off the mask of my former self and put on that of a mountebank.
he asked me for food, and i gave it to him, saying it was on me. he looked at me strangely. i suddenly realized that he didn't recognize my voice. i nearly took my mask off to show him it was me, that i was okay, but in my mind i could hear adam weiss berate me, and so the mask stayed on.
i was starting to get worried, though. giles kept looking over his shoulder. and i wasn't sure what reason he had to enter the mountebank club. he didn't seem to bear the marks of any lonely hunters or of their servants. was he one of their victims? it's not unheard of for people running from one lonely hunter or another to come to the mountebank club in the hopes of finding a supplier that wouldn't ask too many questions, and the paranoia he was exhibiting certainly fit the bill.
but then i heard that voice. the voice of nico rossi, the timberwolf i've seen twice in recent days. he was calling giles by his surname. giles took the food from me and started walking to nico, and i knew then what was happening.
i asked giles if he needed any weapons, trying to sound casual despite my growing panic. he told me the timberwolves didn't let their members carry any that weren't officially supplied. i tried to think of something to say that would signal to him that i was his old friend without arousing suspicion, but i heard adam weiss call my name before i could come up with anything.
he asked me for food, and i gave it to him, saying it was on me. he looked at me strangely. i suddenly realized that he didn't recognize my voice. i nearly took my mask off to show him it was me, that i was okay, but in my mind i could hear adam weiss berate me, and so the mask stayed on.
i was starting to get worried, though. giles kept looking over his shoulder. and i wasn't sure what reason he had to enter the mountebank club. he didn't seem to bear the marks of any lonely hunters or of their servants. was he one of their victims? it's not unheard of for people running from one lonely hunter or another to come to the mountebank club in the hopes of finding a supplier that wouldn't ask too many questions, and the paranoia he was exhibiting certainly fit the bill.
but then i heard that voice. the voice of nico rossi, the timberwolf i've seen twice in recent days. he was calling giles by his surname. giles took the food from me and started walking to nico, and i knew then what was happening.
i asked giles if he needed any weapons, trying to sound casual despite my growing panic. he told me the timberwolves didn't let their members carry any that weren't officially supplied. i tried to think of something to say that would signal to him that i was his old friend without arousing suspicion, but i heard adam weiss call my name before i could come up with anything.
by the time i turned back from the voice of adam weiss, giles' back was turned to me.
(i also aided a few runners in getting some supplies. henry and eric, their names were. probably henry hallack and eric zane. i guess they're running together now. they certainly match the descriptions i've heard- one is tall and skinny, with long brown hair and a beard, the other is muscular, with short black hair and stubble. both runners from the archangel.
i guess that's interesting too.
just figured i'd lighten the mood a bit.)
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