Three Weeks Later
She was gone. It took some getting used to for both Marron and Carrot. During that time, Big Mama had sent them a replacement, a no nonsense hunter by the name of Raspberry Souffle. Chocolate was still on a deep cover assignment at a convent while the rest of the team had headed south to the city of Bryer Port.
Marron opened Carrot's motel room door. His nostrils flared from the interior reeking of strong liquor. The older brother, bad hair day to the max, unshaven, hung over, and disheveled, sat slumped in the corner clutching a half empty bottle of Jameson.
The younger brother knelt down beside him. "Brother, it's midday. Time to get up."
Carrot murmured something unintelligible; his breath stunk of alcohol.
Marron took a pitcher of water and poured it on Carrot's head. The latter woke up, opening his bloodshot eyes.
"You've been drinking too much lately, Carrot."
"Comes with the job, dontcha know?" the other slurred.
Marron noted the small locket Tira had given to his brother as a birthday present. It contained a crystal that projected a holo image of the two as children. The small box, which had been wrapped in pink tissue paper, lay on the nightstand.
"Brother, binging doesn't solve your problems."
"And what problems do I have besides hunting evil sorcerers?"
"You tell me."
"I don't have a care in the world," declared Carrot, taking another swig from his bottle.
"You're not fooling anyone."
Carrot's eyes flashed anger, his mood suddenly changed. "Why won't Big Mama tell us where she went?"
"She has her reasons, I suspect."
"Can't you do something to locate her?"
"Tira's good at covering her tracks. Even if I had put a tracer on her, she could have removed it..."
"Some magician you are, Marron!"
"If Tira wants to be found, she would have told someone where she went. I'll respect her wishes for now." The mage felt bad siding with her over his brother, but it was the right thing to do. "Now when you're done feeling sorry for yourself, I suggest you clean up and perhaps do something about this."
The long haired bishounen stood and closed the door behind him as he left the room.
She was gone. It took some getting used to for both Marron and Carrot. During that time, Big Mama had sent them a replacement, a no nonsense hunter by the name of Raspberry Souffle. Chocolate was still on a deep cover assignment at a convent while the rest of the team had headed south to the city of Bryer Port.
Marron opened Carrot's motel room door. His nostrils flared from the interior reeking of strong liquor. The older brother, bad hair day to the max, unshaven, hung over, and disheveled, sat slumped in the corner clutching a half empty bottle of Jameson.
The younger brother knelt down beside him. "Brother, it's midday. Time to get up."
Carrot murmured something unintelligible; his breath stunk of alcohol.
Marron took a pitcher of water and poured it on Carrot's head. The latter woke up, opening his bloodshot eyes.
"You've been drinking too much lately, Carrot."
"Comes with the job, dontcha know?" the other slurred.
Marron noted the small locket Tira had given to his brother as a birthday present. It contained a crystal that projected a holo image of the two as children. The small box, which had been wrapped in pink tissue paper, lay on the nightstand.
"Brother, binging doesn't solve your problems."
"And what problems do I have besides hunting evil sorcerers?"
"You tell me."
"I don't have a care in the world," declared Carrot, taking another swig from his bottle.
"You're not fooling anyone."
Carrot's eyes flashed anger, his mood suddenly changed. "Why won't Big Mama tell us where she went?"
"She has her reasons, I suspect."
"Can't you do something to locate her?"
"Tira's good at covering her tracks. Even if I had put a tracer on her, she could have removed it..."
"Some magician you are, Marron!"
"If Tira wants to be found, she would have told someone where she went. I'll respect her wishes for now." The mage felt bad siding with her over his brother, but it was the right thing to do. "Now when you're done feeling sorry for yourself, I suggest you clean up and perhaps do something about this."
The long haired bishounen stood and closed the door behind him as he left the room.