TAGGED: Clover, Charlie, Raegan
For a year, more, Jesse Fforde had been studying the rift. He’d been doing research about it, wanting to know how to make it wider, how to figure out where the veil was weak between this world and the next so that more cities could be found, much like Harper Rock. With more rifts, there would be a greater opportunity for the survival of vampire-kind should humanity get some wild notion to wipe them out.
Although he’d been made aware of the Administrator’s post he’d not had the time nor the inclination to follow up on the claims that had been made—namely, that the Sirens somehow kept the secrets to the rift and how to control it. That they would want to shut it down, to close it completely might have been a noble cause on their behalf, but Jesse Fforde was not a noble man. He would fight for his own survival, and for the survival of those he had created. And to allow some mysterious internet troll to beat him to the punch? To sweep in under his feet and steal the answers that Jesse had worked so long and so hard to find?
Na-ah. No, he wouldn’t allow that.
Although he was more than prepared to go storming into that labyrinth to look for the mysterious keys that would get them… where? Jesse assumed that the key, or keys, would get them into some ancient room within which all the answers could be found. And he wasn’t going to sit back and just let someone else do all the dirty work; he wasn’t going to trust that the right people would find the answers. He couldn’t trust what they would do with them. If he was down there, he might at least see who else had the same idea – he’d know who to harass, if things went south.
Much to Jesse’s surprise, however, the small but active family that had inadvertently gathered around him wouldn’t allow him to go alone. How had word even gotten around? Maybe it was Clover, who was coming with him because he wouldn’t have gone without telling her, and she refused to let him go without her. Maybe someone overheard their conversation as they stood in the middle of Limbo.
Whatever the case, they now stood on the grass outside the abandoned mansion, the entrance to the labyrinth somewhere behind them. They were a group of eight – too large a group, Jesse thought, to go down together. So they would split.
Although he assumed some of them may be capable of telepathic communication, Jesse had sourced some high-quality electronics to help them should things go wrong. Each group was equipped with a walkie talkie, of sorts – one that was promised would work even at great depths. If either group found a key? They’d let each other know via the walkie talkies. Jesse himself had already explored the labyrinth, and he knew the kinds of creatures that could be found. They were… well, bigger and badder than most within the city, so he advised the others to try to keep their distance from said creatures, to try to find the keys without having to fully engage in skirmish. How would they find the keys? He had no idea. He hoped that by the time they got down to a reasonable depth, there’d be clues. He hoped.
When asked if each group could have a name, Jesse rolled his eyes and muttered something about not giving a ****.
Eventually he led the way into the labyrinth, gun in hand and sword strapped to his back. Behind him he had Clover, Charlie and Raegan – the others had taken a different path. They’d split up. And hopefully, in doing so, they’d have a greater chance at finding what they needed.