Evening, Video

[demjiin]

[There's a lot of spinning, as though someone hasn't figured out how a phone works yet, and the view briefly of a white snowfield. After the spinning stops the camera shows a boy, no older than 17, who is glaring back at the camera. He has black hair that's shaved on the sides and left long on top to go with equally black eyes. His voice has a rocksalt rasp to it, as though he gargles with whiskey and broken glass every morning when he does eventually speak;]

I know already this isn't Ketterdam anymore and the snow isn't bad enough to be Fjerda. So if this thing works the way the rest of these machines do, then someone tell me where to get a stiff drink. Nobody will want to be around me sober.

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[un_wir_greywaren]

[ Ronan nearly chokes on his cocoa at the image. He thinks he's better looking, but can't deny he's thinking long lost relative. Lost being the key word here. ]

Good luck getting someone to sell anything stiff to you in this town. Unless it's an ice sculpture in the shape of a person and then my advice is to run the other way.

[ He has a fake I.D. that is more real than a real I.D. so he can get what he needs and stores it around the house. ]

[demjiin]

[ Kaz would admit to a resemblance, but that's about all. As far as attractive, that was entirely Ronan's call since Kaz didn't care one way or another. ]

Are ice sculptures often on the shady side around here?

[ Not mentioning the lack of need for an ID fake or otherwise right now. ]

[un_wir_greywaren]

Best guess is they're dead people, frozen into ice statues by some strange monster stalking everyone after dark.

[ Ronan pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cupboard. ]

Want to share a bottle and see if we can lure this thing out of the shadows?

[demjiin]

[ The idea of dead people interspersed in the living gives Kaz a shiver, though he tries not to show it. ]

I'm not much for sharing.

[ He's not being a smartass, Kaz just doesn't like sharing food or drink. ]

It's a better idea to figure what's being lured, first. I'm not wild about the idea of being caught off guard.

[un_wir_greywaren]

[ Ronan pulls out a second bottle. He's Irish. He has more than one bottle at all times in the house. ]

Your loss. I have a secret weapon.

[ He pours himself a glass and drinks it down. This is something he's been working himself up to actually doing and now that he's managed to complete the cloth he's been calling the 'invisibility cloak' he might just drink an entire bottle of whiskey to celebrate. ]

[demjiin]

[the whiskey is being ignored for the moment in favor of Kaz's gaze sharpening on Ronan. ]

Really? Pray tell, then.

[un_wir_greywaren]

[ Another glass and it's the only tell tale sign his plan makes him nervous. Not that being nervous has ever stopped him before. ]

Invisibility.

[ He smirks slightly and finishes his second glass. This isn't something he can tell Gansey or Adam. Not yet. They would be pissed and would stop him. And they are the only ones who could stop him. ]

[demjiin]

[ Well he's picked the right person to confide in since Kaz isn't likely to stop him, even if he could. Of course, that also comes with a thick helping of skepticism right now as Kaz raises his eyebrows. ]

"Invisibility".

[un_wir_greywaren]

[ Ronan remembers the first time he told his friends what he could do. That he'd dreamed the Raven he'd been raising. He's not sure he's ready to be that honest with a complete stranger. ]

Sort of like camouflage. It'll make me invisible to whatever this thing is so I can get a good look at it.

[demjiin]

[ The skepticism remains. Likely it would still remain if Ronan mentioned dreaming.]

I just met you so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. Let's say you can be "invisible", what's your plan?

[un_wir_greywaren]

I have a theory I want to test. No one has seen it. A couple of kids were chased down, but the only thing they could say about the experience was it scared the shit out of them and it was colder than cold. Then you have all those creepy ice sculptures in the field.

[ Ronan talked while moving through the house, upstairs to his room, closing the door and pulling a box out from under the bed. He sat on the bed and put the box next to him. ]

I think the cold they felt was this thing trying to freeze them to death. Or...suck the heat out of them. [ Which sounds weird, but it's a working theory. ] So this... [ He pulled the cloak out the box, invisible in his hands except for the occasional peek at the underside of the fabric. ] will get me close enough to see it without being hunted down and turned into a popsicle.

[demjiin]

[ Kaz will admit to being somewhat surprised the invisibility cloak actually exists, but he doesn't show it. His voice doesn't hold skepticism anymore though. ]

So these things come out at sunset. Are you going to be under that cloak all night?

[un_wir_greywaren]

If that's what it takes. I'm working on an emergency distraction.

[ The distraction he's thinking about will be something like a fireball than doesn't set things on fire, but radiates the heat. ]

[demjiin]

[ Kaz's tone stays neutral, but that sounds ominous. ]

Better be some distraction since you're talking about leaving yourself hidden but defenseless.

warning for language, but it's Ronan soooo

[un_wir_greywaren]

[ Ronan just smirks and keeps the details of the distraction to himself. ]

If it's attracted to heat then it should work. If not I'm fucked.