He hung himself out to dry. He refused our help, took out the earpiece and went rogue.
( And that's coming from someone who hates working with others. This group, Jackson got along with. This group, Jackson understood. Maybe Alexander grounded him like Ethan used to. Maybe this was growth.
Something occurs to Crash, their shapeshifter who prefers the majority of their time spent in one form, one of the other members. "What if that story he told over the comms wasn't a story."
Alice, their oldest witch (who looks eighteen) nods, because it makes sense. "Why else deviate from the script. Either he used a personal story to get in good with him and did, or--" )
He used a personal story and got taken in. He isn't the first and if that's true, then it's only a matter of days.
( Alexander knows Barnet's (the Baron's) mo: His offerings are too good to be true and always more trouble than their worth. He promises a solution where there isn’t one through balance. Rob Peter to pay Paul. Down on their luck supernaturals in Baltimore and neighboring states are giving up their power to solve an unsolvable problem. But, when one thing is given, the rest falls soon enough and there isn’t enough power to sustain the exchange resulting in tragedy.
The group proved that the link wasn't saving a loved one, but draining both subjects.
Barnet prayed on the deeply depressed, operating his "therapy group" Glimmer of Hope out of a meeting room in a hotel in Anne Arundel County.
Julian’s assignment was to go undercover as himself. He was given a fake backstory but deviated from it - the group thinking he was making it up on the spot. The group was impressed at first. Even if he went off script, this man was taken in by his story.
But, by the time he went off comms and the group tried interfering, a locator spell sent them to the casino across the highway and there was no sign of Barnet, nor the Baron.
Shipp, a below the radar heretic (he likes it that way) and their equipment guy, sits, one leg up, shaking his head. "His story bummed me out...")
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( And that's coming from someone who hates working with others. This group, Jackson got along with. This group, Jackson understood. Maybe Alexander grounded him like Ethan used to. Maybe this was growth.
Something occurs to Crash, their shapeshifter who prefers the majority of their time spent in one form, one of the other members. "What if that story he told over the comms wasn't a story."
Alice, their oldest witch (who looks eighteen) nods, because it makes sense. "Why else deviate from the script. Either he used a personal story to get in good with him and did, or--" )
He used a personal story and got taken in. He isn't the first and if that's true, then it's only a matter of days.
( Alexander knows Barnet's (the Baron's) mo: His offerings are too good to be true and always more trouble than their worth. He promises a solution where there isn’t one through balance. Rob Peter to pay Paul. Down on their luck supernaturals in Baltimore and neighboring states are giving up their power to solve an unsolvable problem. But, when one thing is given, the rest falls soon enough and there isn’t enough power to sustain the exchange resulting in tragedy.
The group proved that the link wasn't saving a loved one, but draining both subjects.
Barnet prayed on the deeply depressed, operating his "therapy group" Glimmer of Hope out of a meeting room in a hotel in Anne Arundel County.
Julian’s assignment was to go undercover as himself. He was given a fake backstory but deviated from it - the group thinking he was making it up on the spot. The group was impressed at first. Even if he went off script, this man was taken in by his story.
But, by the time he went off comms and the group tried interfering, a locator spell sent them to the casino across the highway and there was no sign of Barnet, nor the Baron.
Shipp, a below the radar heretic (he likes it that way) and their equipment guy, sits, one leg up, shaking his head. "His story bummed me out..." )