Leaving Again

Who: Mathias and Caleb
Where: Their house
When: Morning

Mathias rolled over in bed, reaching out blindly, still half asleep, for the ringing phone. He clicked connect as he held it to his ear. "Dorian?" he asked, wincing at the amount of static on the line. "You there, bro?" he asked again, louder. Caller ID had proclaimed it to be his brother. "Dorian?"

There was a crackle on the line and a voice just about came through, indistinct at best. "...th? ..uk. ....cond." Things went quiet before his brother returned. "...hear me now? I'm... stuck. Math?" Clearer this time.

"Dorian - Dorian, where are you?" Math asked, not liking the sounds of this at all, already getting out of bed. But then there was a loud crack and the line went dead. "Shit!" Mathias proclaimed, pulling pants on with one hand as he speed-dialled his brother's number. It rang and rang. No answer. Eventually voicemail clicked in. "Dorian - Dorian, where are you? You okay? Call me," Mathias said, before hanging up and ringing again. And again. He gave up after the fifth try - but this time already fully dressed, his bag dragged out of the back of the wardrobe and packed as he hoisted it onto his shoulder and headed to Caleb's room, not bothering on knocking as he walked in and shook him awake. "Bro, wake up - we've got trouble." Mathias didn't even notice that they were shadow free. Right now, the shadows could go to hell, he had more important things to worry about.

Caleb flinched back when he was shaken, and had his blade brought half up before things registered appropriately. He half growled in annoyance at Math having woken him up, but then the words 'we've got trouble' sank in. "What's going on?" he asked, putting the knife back into his pocket. He'd taken to sleeping in his clothes considering the attacks going on. Which also meant that he was still sore, and realized in a distant manner that his shirt was sticking to him in a few places. Stupid fucking shadow things didn't heal him back up properly. But that was distant, not at all at the forefront of his mind. If Math said there was trouble, there was trouble, so he'd be dealing with that, thanks.

"Dorian - just called. Shitty line, stuck somewhere, then the line went dead and he's not answering now," Mathias told him, cutting the explanation down to the bare minimum. Not that he had a whole lot to go on.

That's all Caleb needed to hear. He'd been wondering how Dor was doing, and if 'not well' was the answer, then...he was all for going to check on him. Bail him out if they needed to. "Where's he at?" he asked, dropping down off of his bed. He yanked his shirt off and put a clean one on, one with less blood stains and all, people asked questions about that shit, and then he dumped everything out of his backpack onto his bed and started shoving a few things in, but not much, before he turned back to his brother.

"No idea, but I'm thinking 'not good'. Phonecalls like that never bode well." He knew, generally, he'd only ever made phonecalls like that to his brother when he was truly screwed and Dorian had seemed to be working on the same basis. "But I'm going to go find him-" Somehow "-so, you get a choice. Stay here, or come with me." It'd mean taking his brother out of school, but, really, with the amount of crap going down in Marquette lately, there wasn't a whole lot of school to be had. And if the guy was going to end up a hunter, being able to do advanced algebra would only actually get him so far anyhow.

Caleb gave his brother a Look. "...I just dumped out my bag and packed a few things because there's a snowball's chance in hell that I'd be letting you take off with out me. Right." he said, already walking past Mathias, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand. "Fuck off, where is he, even? Other than 'not good'. We hopping a flight, or what?" he asked, heading into the hallway, mind ticking over a few other things.

"We might be gone for a while," Mathias told him, wanting Caleb to fully appreciate that. The elder Lockwood knew that he didn't have a problem with leaving and having no fixed plans to return, but he wasn't going to impose that on Caleb. "So school, your friends... I don't have the first clue where he is. He could be half way around the world, he could be just around the corner, but the line was shitty as all hell, so I'm thinking 'remote'." That wasn't enough to go on, he knew. Fuck - he'd have to see about getting some leads and his choices for doing that, and doing it quickly weren't great.

Caleb paused for a moment, not actually having to weigh it, mostly he was just adjusting the things he'd been thinking about. "Friends...pretty sure my girlfriend and I are broken up, and beyond her, there aren't many. The only one who might even note I'm gone is Dean. I'll let him know I'm going to be gone for a bit. School--I missed the first two weeks anyways, another week due to vampires, another day or so due to Dor, and the past week a day or so because of the shadows--...which actually appear to have fucked off, so that's good. But it's honestly not anywhere nearing the top of my priorities list right now anyhow. Dorian does." he said simply. Then he flashed a little half smile. "Besides. If he is in deep shit, you and I work through trouble pretty efficiently." he added.

"Fine, then we're leaving in..." He checked his watch. "An hour. I've got some things I need to get done first. Anything you need to do - do it. Be out front on the hour. Make sure the house is locked up. Or leave Melia the keys, or something," he told his brother, remembering the mermaid as he headed out the front door. "An hour," he called back.