NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY && captured.

[alexander]

[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]No one from San Creado has ever been captured. There were always people around, no one ever really seemed to be alone, at least not long enough for someone to steal them away. There was really no reason for someone to kidnap a citizen from their town - they had barely interacted with any of the other groups outside of the land they had claimed, and if they had, it was civil. Someone kidnapping Adrien was not to be expected at all; what had the kid done to anyone? What did the kidnappers think would happen if they did capture the young hero? That the whole of San Creado would go after him, or drop to their knees to get him back? The town was full of supernatural creatures who didn't care.

Whoever the catnapper was, they didn't think this whole thing through.

Alexander is next to arrive on the scene, attracted by the smell of blood. They were hoping to get a meal - maybe a hiker had fallen or was crushed by a rock, and they could finish them off without making a scene. What they found was a lot more disappointing. The vampire huffs through their nose at the sight of Jikai, nose deep in what looked like a bunch of fur. They stop a few feet behind them, hands on their hips. "Hey, sorry to interrupt your witchy 'get connected to the Earth by sniffing whatever is on the ground', but I think you're injured again. Or someone around here is. There's blood everywhere." They inhale again, catching the scent of Adrien and some unknown, a frown coming to their lips.

They turn to look around for the younger man, not yet connecting the dots. A kidnapping was far from their thoughts. "Hey, I didn't walk in on you and kitty experimenting with bloodplay, did I? Did you manage to snag a third party? I'm not into voyeurism, so tell me if I need to leave."