[ At some point after Jade departs, another denizen of the bar sidles up to him. An impossibly delicate-looking woman, who even Juzo thinks is pretty in a way that he can’t quite pin down. Perhaps if he were better versed in this whole magic thing, he’d recognize the fey for what she is, and the glamour that drifted around her like a sweet-smelling breeze. It makes it hard to focus, harder still to respond when she asks him to accompany her to the back of the club for some private time.
He gets the “no” out eventually, at which point she pouts, and blows a fistful of glitter in his face. After that, well. He doesn’t remember much. The world started to swim and eventually went dark, and when he comes to, he finds himself in a small, dark little room, his hands bound behind his back – and he’s not alone either. There’s a handful of other men – the missing knights, he’d wager.
Shit. Some help he is.
All this to say, when Jade blows by Juzo’s table to collect him, the Resolver is nowhere to be found. His drink remains, untouched, and a dusting of magicked glitter adorns the table’s surface.
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He gets the “no” out eventually, at which point she pouts, and blows a fistful of glitter in his face. After that, well. He doesn’t remember much. The world started to swim and eventually went dark, and when he comes to, he finds himself in a small, dark little room, his hands bound behind his back – and he’s not alone either. There’s a handful of other men – the missing knights, he’d wager.
Shit. Some help he is.
All this to say, when Jade blows by Juzo’s table to collect him, the Resolver is nowhere to be found. His drink remains, untouched, and a dusting of magicked glitter adorns the table’s surface.
She’s on her own, at least for now. ]