We Are Bulletproof

Well you have it now, and if you can't even knock a fucking pathetic POS like Brayden Smith out, you're useless to me.

Looks like you've grown a conscience with those wings

Why exactly not?

Doesn't mean you can't incapacitate him.

Hold him down until I get there.

The other one.

Get me the boyfriend and I'll get rid of the wings for you.

Alone?

What I want, you can't possibly give me.

So who's over there? Jack I assume. And his little boyfriend.

Bingo! I knew one of you boys had a brain rattling around in there.

So. How can you help me help you, hmm?

I can remove your wings, yes

The question is, Rhys, do I WANT to?

Pax took over because your father can't seem to wait long enough for my plans to come to fruition.

Since we're no longer on the same team, you'll forgive me if I don't tell you every facet of my plans.

So you're stuck with the fairies. Is this your way of begging me to rescue you?

Ohoho little daddy's boy isn't in on the loop this time? Fucking knew he didn't trust you.

It's Pax. Your dad's precious golem pal.

He took Ripper. But let's see if he can keep him.

Daddy's not here to pull you out of whatever hole you dug yourself into this time?

Well you called the wrong person. I've been dismissed.

There's been a change in management.

Oh you're alive

Where the fuck have you been?

Tap tap tap

Keith looked up from the tablet he was perusing, hearing something--or someone--at the window. At the window? They were fairly high up; it had to be a something, surely. Uncoiling himself from the couch, he strolled leisurely over to the window and twisted the wand to open the blinds. Keith wasn't about the sunlight streaming into a room. He preferred it to be dim, just barely light enough to see by. That was the state of his own chambers back home; most rooms were lit by a fire in the grate, without need for artificial lighting.

His brows momentarily lifted. A Seek-Me, here? He opened the window a crack and it slipped inside, a small gaseous ball of random colors and patterns hovering just before him. Seek-Mes were messengers from back home, little wisps that were bred solely for the purposes of sending letters and items. He held out his hand to receive the missive he saw inside of it, but it danced away.

Hm. Was it not for him?

Keith watched it floating away in the direction of Rhys' room. Wordlessly he held out his hand again and forced it back. He crushed it in his hand once it landed, struggling, in his palm and watched the colors dissipating into a rainbow mist. The letter was magically sealed but it was child's play to open it. Keith smoothed it out and read it through three times in silence without so much as a change of expression.

After he had committed it to memory, he resealed it, erased his magical signature from it and summoned another Seek-Me. "Take this to his Highness, Rhys McCabe."

His tone was... perhaps a shade less than respectful.