Woop woop that's the sound of da police
06-07-2019, 08:24 AM
Despite the recent events that were surely still dominating the alpha pair’s attention they both answered his call promptly. Odysseus could tell they were both tired and he thought it fair to assume neither had rested since the fire. There was nothing to be done about that - the matter was rather pressing - but he still regretted that he was taking up valuable time. Time that could be - and should have been - spent on tending to Abaven’s collective injuries.
”Shaye, Rhyme, thank you for coming. I know you’re both very busy right now.” Rhyme joked about looking exhausted but Odysseus couldn’t bring himself to muster even a pity smile. It wasn’t Rhyme’s fault that they were there and Odysseus appreciated the attempt to lighten the somber mood. Ignorance was bliss and he was saddened by the blow he was about to deal Rhyme but there was no way around it and he would have been remiss if he tried to handle the situation on his own. It wasn’t his place.
Unhappy with what he was about to do Odysseus sighed tiredly. He’d thought long and hard about how he was going to present the information to the alphas and finally decided that a bit of slight of hand in the beginning would be better in the long run. He didn’t want them to think of Noir as their child when he told them about what he’d done. Not in the beginning anyway. He wanted them to hear about the crime first, to understand the weight of it and feel in their hearts that something needed to be done. He didn’t want them to brush the boy’s actions off as a mean spirited but otherwise naive act of a petulant child. Odysseus wanted them to see it for what it was: a symptom of a bigger problem - one that might one day get away from them if they weren’t proactive.
”I believe I witnessed an attempt on someone’s life in the thicket.” He paused to let that sink in before continuing, ”I saw someone get pushed into the fire. The act was deliberate; I am certain of that and I would bet my life on it.”
He glanced between them, trying to gauge their reactions while giving them time to think before saying, ”Had things been different the perpetrator would be here before you now, but there were more pressing matters at the time.”
”Shaye, Rhyme, thank you for coming. I know you’re both very busy right now.” Rhyme joked about looking exhausted but Odysseus couldn’t bring himself to muster even a pity smile. It wasn’t Rhyme’s fault that they were there and Odysseus appreciated the attempt to lighten the somber mood. Ignorance was bliss and he was saddened by the blow he was about to deal Rhyme but there was no way around it and he would have been remiss if he tried to handle the situation on his own. It wasn’t his place.
Unhappy with what he was about to do Odysseus sighed tiredly. He’d thought long and hard about how he was going to present the information to the alphas and finally decided that a bit of slight of hand in the beginning would be better in the long run. He didn’t want them to think of Noir as their child when he told them about what he’d done. Not in the beginning anyway. He wanted them to hear about the crime first, to understand the weight of it and feel in their hearts that something needed to be done. He didn’t want them to brush the boy’s actions off as a mean spirited but otherwise naive act of a petulant child. Odysseus wanted them to see it for what it was: a symptom of a bigger problem - one that might one day get away from them if they weren’t proactive.
”I believe I witnessed an attempt on someone’s life in the thicket.” He paused to let that sink in before continuing, ”I saw someone get pushed into the fire. The act was deliberate; I am certain of that and I would bet my life on it.”
He glanced between them, trying to gauge their reactions while giving them time to think before saying, ”Had things been different the perpetrator would be here before you now, but there were more pressing matters at the time.”