Case File 2018.01.20
CASTLE
Alex had a rough night after dinner at Mac's as was apparent when Rhea made her way into the lounge hoping to sit by the fire with some tea to write in her journal. She could barely keep the worry from her voice as she set down the tea and journal on a side table to get a closer look at Alex. He just smiled and waved it off stating it wasn't his blood. That statement didn't set her at ease either, regardless of who's blood it was or wasn't in this matter. He explained that he'd found some punk teens trying to rob an elderly couple and one thing led to another with a fight breaking out between him and the would-be robbers. He didn't lean on his abilities due to the surrounding witnesses, but in the end he still one the fight, though at the same time taking a fair share of cuts and bruises. Given that Alex was of smaller stature than his opponents, they underestimated him greatly.
Rhea helps him clean the injuries to his face a bit, confirming that it was usual for larger opponents to underestimate a smaller one-- most wouldn't give her a second glance unless they knew her better. It did bring a question to Alex's mind though, what did Rhea think when she first saw the state he was in...in all honesty. He suspected that she figured he'd done something wrong again... That wasn't what was on her mind, it was more what poked at him to get any attention from them. It's not like that had been an unused tactic in the past so far to get the attention of anyone in particular at the Castle. She did add in jest that he'd probably made a lot of noise in the process regardless of such attempts and then apologizes for her exhaustion, it'd been a bit of a rough week and walking in on an injured Alex had put her on guard for the worst case scenario.
Alex reassured her that it was nothing supernatural, just a mundane scrap with two punks trying to rob an elderly couple. He excused himself and left to go back to his room and call it an early night. Rhea wished Alex a goodnight as he left, sighing and shaking her head, even if there was a trace smile touching the corners of her mouth from relief. It'd still be some time before she could calm down that sense of urgency in her heart and soothe the worry away-- once she did she'd enjoy her lukewarm tea and write in her journal before calling it a night herself.
LACHLAN'S APARTMENT
Lachlan woke shortly after sundown, preparing to head out into the night as part of his routine to seek out any Red nests for information as well as extermination in the process. It was more than just a duty for him these days...there was something more personal at stake for him. He wanted to find all those responsible for killing his family, with the ones more guilty for their deaths slowly pushed into that final death by his hands. His mind drifted, lost in thought as he sharpened his blade, Bhandearg. Eventually he'd pull himself out of his reverie and head out for the night. The first few Reds were the unlucky ones, given they received the blunt of his anger from old memories fresh in mind. The rest of the night would be routine for him. Even while he wondered what Councilman Winchester thought of him, it didn't change his job and what he was doing here now.
