Macbeth pulled out a pair of gloves he always kept on him and put one on, then gingerly held the string. He closed his eyes in concentration. Cobra could hear unfiltered noise suddenly enter his head, coming straight from Macbeth. The noise was of half-words, half-memories playing, using Macbeth as a projector. It reminded him so much of Percy from the day before that Cobra felt his hackles begin to rise out of instinct.
For his part, Macbeth's demeanor didn't change, although when he let go of the string, a grimace grew. "That felt…strange. I'm glad I put the glove on. I couldn't get a read of the magic before when it was too vague, but now I could probably track it down to the source if I wanted."
Mirajane looked happy enough to cry. Cobra wondered if she was going to kiss Macbeth, for real. If so, he would need to excuse himself to throw up. Luckily, the only thing of note was her eyes, which shone in gratitude. "Thank you, Macbeth," she said softly. His teammate began to smile, turned an eye toward his audience, before quickly moving to a cooler expression.
"If we follow this, do you think it would lead to that guy?" Lucy asked.
"It's worth a shot. We don't exactly have a ton of leads on location," Cobra said. "And for some reason, this string reminds me of him–that man I fought. I say whoever wants to should go follow it, and see what to do from there."
"I'm in favor. I have a feeling we'll find what we need through this. I know I'll go, I have the largest responsibility in all this." Mirajane appeared solemn at her declaration. Macbeth nodded as if to say he was going wherever she was. And, well, as the only one who could track it, he'd have to.
"Ok…let's say we do it now then," Lucy said, looking to Cobra. "We can go over a few plans depending on what happens, but then we should move out."
Only as she said those words did he realize the very real possibility that wherever this string lay would lead them right to Percy. Everything that had happened this week, every good and bad thing, in a way could be traced back to him. Now, they looked to end it all.
He didn't quite know how it would end if they clashed again, but he did know one thing. It would not end like last time.
"I'm in. Let's settle this and get back what was stolen. I have a report to write after all…"
A/N: If you can believe it, we're now half way through Day 7! The next few days will be some interludes and then an announcement. Thanks for reading. :)