Kol has heard the buzz about boxes being found floating around and he's not happy about it. The first, immediate thought he'd had was of the less than fun packages that Lucifer had sent around. Elijah had gotten one personally. He even remembers a kid getting a copy of his own death certificate, just to let him know what awaited him back home. There were cursed items in some of them, nightmare fuel in others. So boxes? Not high on Kol's list of things he needed showing up suddenly.
But once Nerys calls the group meeting, he makes damn sure to be one of the first few trickling inside the Inn. He wants to hear what other people have to say about it before he speaks up, but he certainly will put in his two bloody cents before anyone starts doing anything stupid.
The initial chatter has died down a bit, and the contents are being viewed and discussed and there's one thing that keeps bothering him. "The colors, though. There's got to be something to that." he squints in the direction of the box nearest him. "The bloody hell are they trying to put us in groups for?"
And who are they, what do they want, where the hell are they? Or is it something less physical, but still sentient, magic like the Seal back in Lawrence? He has so many questions and no one to actually get answers from, and it's frustrating beyond belief. At least this is something they can focus on, theories can be formed, even if it means nothing in the end, it feels like progress in the meantime until proper progress can be made.
{ Colors: What do they mean? }
But once Nerys calls the group meeting, he makes damn sure to be one of the first few trickling inside the Inn. He wants to hear what other people have to say about it before he speaks up, but he certainly will put in his two bloody cents before anyone starts doing anything stupid.
The initial chatter has died down a bit, and the contents are being viewed and discussed and there's one thing that keeps bothering him. "The colors, though. There's got to be something to that." he squints in the direction of the box nearest him. "The bloody hell are they trying to put us in groups for?"
And who are they, what do they want, where the hell are they? Or is it something less physical, but still sentient, magic like the Seal back in Lawrence? He has so many questions and no one to actually get answers from, and it's frustrating beyond belief. At least this is something they can focus on, theories can be formed, even if it means nothing in the end, it feels like progress in the meantime until proper progress can be made.