Of this, Arsenolite was absolutely sure. His brother hadn't been seen in days, and he'd been asking around. he wasn't responding to calls or messages, either as Toráin or as Monoceros. It was like he'd just been vanished off the face of the planet!
...Wait. s**t. ********. No. No? No! No, that couldn't be it, right? If he'd been taken off planet, if he'd been kidnapped... by the damnable White Moon... He snarled under his breath. He had to do something. This wasn't right. Monoceros wouldn't just disappear without reason, or saying something, or anything like that. So he had to have been kidnapped. Of course, he was assuming a kidnapping of the magical variety, because he was sure if it was the garden variety, Ceros would've protected himself. Not like it was hard to power up, make a civilian eat quills, and then steal his starseed for good measure.
So it had to be the White Moon. So he opened up his tablet and sent Ashanite a message. En route to office. Big suspicion to chat about. Clicking it shut, he hurried along into Negaspace and to the offices.
Noir Songbird
