here in my kingdom i am your lord ❄ kitnapped ❄ i order you to cower and præy

[JERSEYBOY]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]Harrison was... gone? So that was what all the commotion was about? Jerseyboy hadn't known what to expect, but when he finally realized what was wrong, he was pretty surprised. Everyone seemed to like the kid plenty enough (including him, admittedly), and it appeared that someone had taken him. What the fuck? Who the hell would kidnap Harrison? The Typhoon or whatever that place was called was a possibility, though they must have hidden their scent. Jerseyboy still didn't trust them, not after they nabbed Jacob. Another possibility lingered in his mind: the thieves and bandits that had it out for Jacob's father, Vito. But then again, how would they have been able to find Jacob all the way out here? And even more so, why would they take Harrison and not Jacob himself? Unless... it was an inside job.

There was no time to conspire, though. Shit was going to hit the fan. Jerseyboy arrived, not choosing to say anything until he got a grip on what was happening. Killua had ran out, claiming that he was going to find Harrison. Did he trust him with that? He wasn't too sure — after all, Harrison was probably taken a while ago and it could've been difficult to follow the kidnapper's tracks. Even if he wanted to, Jerseyboy wasn't too sure if he'd be of any help in that department. He was, however, going to help his brother.

Jerseyboy shouldered past everyone that was crowding Jacob. They weren't going to help his case at all. If anyone was going to help Jacob, then it was going to be his damn older brother. He cocked a figurative brow, a sneer appearing on his features as he whipped his head towards Cry. "Hey, hey — does it look like he's in the mood to take orders from you, Tweety-Bird?" He grunted. Jacob was far too emotional to listen to anyone right now, which was why he needed to get through to him right now. The tuxedo tom crouched in front of Jacob, looking the husky in the eye. "Jake, you ain't goin' nowhere right now, alright? They'll find him." He told him calmly yet firmly. He was in big-brother-mode right now, and frankly, he wasn't going to deal with anyone else's shit.