06-04-2025, 11:31 AM
There was an awkwardness after mentioning Nox. Jacob could understand the conundrum. Here he was an Atharim, with another and they both read the others file -- he was certain of that. Any good hunter would. Not that in the US they had any such files, but you knew people around you. They all had their own territories. And friends of friends. It was mostly word of mouth, except they did keep records just not as detailed as the CCD group did.
And there were rumors of other factions now too. Jacob had a clandestine meeting with one soon. All because of Nox. They wanted to know more about the boy. So when Ricky actually asked Jacob grinned. "His grandfather was my partner." His partner in more ways than one but partner sufficed for the answer. "I came to Moscow after I found out what the boy could do. He's rather convincing." His record stood for itself. He had killed many channelers. Jacob patted the medallion that hung under his shirt. It kept him safe. He didn't know how, he didn't care, and he'd hand it down to someone worthy of the job. Even if he was a godling.
"You're Marta's guardian if I'm not mistaken. Elyse's friend. You aren't one of them, so I assume the little girl is. You don't have to worry. I would be dead if I laid a finger on anyone Nox considers family. He would see to it personally, and I don't expect it would be a pleasant end." Jacob was putting two and two together as he spoke. Nox just didn't take in anyone -- they were usually victims of his hunts or misfits like himself. That seemed to be his collection of family. A strange bunch -- godlings, wolfkin, sirens and god knows what else.
And there were rumors of other factions now too. Jacob had a clandestine meeting with one soon. All because of Nox. They wanted to know more about the boy. So when Ricky actually asked Jacob grinned. "His grandfather was my partner." His partner in more ways than one but partner sufficed for the answer. "I came to Moscow after I found out what the boy could do. He's rather convincing." His record stood for itself. He had killed many channelers. Jacob patted the medallion that hung under his shirt. It kept him safe. He didn't know how, he didn't care, and he'd hand it down to someone worthy of the job. Even if he was a godling.
"You're Marta's guardian if I'm not mistaken. Elyse's friend. You aren't one of them, so I assume the little girl is. You don't have to worry. I would be dead if I laid a finger on anyone Nox considers family. He would see to it personally, and I don't expect it would be a pleasant end." Jacob was putting two and two together as he spoke. Nox just didn't take in anyone -- they were usually victims of his hunts or misfits like himself. That seemed to be his collection of family. A strange bunch -- godlings, wolfkin, sirens and god knows what else.