sirenspull | November 21st, 2012

November 21st, 2012

[There is the rumble of an engine in the background and some wind distortion, but John's voice is very clear. The benefits of training your voice to be as measured and newscaster-bland as possible.]

You spend enough time around certain elements and you get a sense for things. That feeling of 'something wicked this way comes.' Though a friend of mine is always quick to point out that in context, the hero of that story was the something in question and blind to it.

I tend to have a better track record than that, though. [Not that he isn't wicked, mind. But he's not exactly in the hero role anyway. Christ, and he can almost hear Nathan ranting about literary theory and storytelling conventions and et cetera.]

Anyway. Does anyone know where a concerned citizen might gain access to some firepower? Something better than what the pawn shops have on offer.

[With an ounce of humor:] It is the shopping season, after all.

littlepinksuitcase

Good morning, everyone. If we haven't spoken before, my name is Meryl Stryfe, and I want to talk about something I think quite a few of you might be interested in.

It's true that not all the people who live in this city accept newcomers as their fellow citizens, but that doesn't mean we can't help each other. And one of the ways we can do that is the newcomer fund.

For example, if you're a recent arrival or you want to start your own business here in Siren's Port, the fund may be able to help you. There are certain procedures and paperwork to deal with, but nothing too onerous! And if you're doing well and want to help out your fellow newcomers, the fund also takes donations.

Mr. Raul Creed has asked me to start working with the fund on a trial basis, and to start out, I thought it would be best to talk to you all directly! I'd really like to hear from those of you who might make use of the fund, and those who already have, to get a good idea of what your experience was like and see where we can improve—and if you think you might want to apply to the fund and haven't yet, so we know where it's needed most.

Thank you all for listening. I'm really looking forward to working with you!

seclusion

I kind of didn't believe it when someone first suggested it to me, because it seemed so surprising, but it's really true! You can actually make money sitting and playing music!

[This afternoon, Emil sounds quite excited, and maybe even a little proud of himself, which usually only happens when he's made an awful joke.]

Today I went by a place I like to go to sometimes, because I like to get biscotti when I can and the granny's really nice. I didn't realize until going a couple times that they have a piano there, but apparently people sit and play it once in a while, as long as they aren't too loud about it or anything. You know, like background music? Well, this time I asked Granny if I could use it, too... and she said it was okay, so I got to sit and play. It's been a while since I was able to, so I was really glad.

But when I was finished and went to leave, someone said, Wait, you forgot this, and he gave me a cup. Well, people had put money in the cup for me while I was playing. And it's a lot more than I thought anyone would want to give for something like this, too. Some of them asked me if I was peeking, but I promised I wasn't. I guess it was like a reward? It's funny, because music isn't a job, but they acted like it was. It's cool, though! I think I'll go back next week, too.

It feels like every day, this place gets a little less scary. And 'a little less' means it's still pretty big, but I'm glad, too. I'm glad I went out today. It feels like doing that once in a while is okay after all.

Um, well, a lot of the people I've talked to here have been encouraging to me, so I wanted to say thank you. It's like you've all been lending me a little of your courage. I'll return it if I can. So take care!

integrity

[Crowley takes great pains to look like absolutely nothing is wrong. And, to those that do not know him extraordinarily well, inside and out, he succeeds. This is nothing more than a professional business transaction, an even-tempered instruction to the populace. And as Crowley glances down at the leather book in his lap, written in a bizarre language, he looks for all the world that this is just another Wednesday.]

The individual that has shown up in the Port is not Castiel.

[It's calm and soft-spoken; a fact.]

He is infected by millions upon millions of souls from Purgatory. It's driven him insane -- and soon, his vessel will crumble and something far more dangerous will seize control of him. Right now, he is hellbent on destroying all of the evil and sin in the world, to make his Daddy look like an inept moron, which... well. You hardly need to dismantle the Ku Klux Klan to do that.

[He falls quiet for a moment or two, to consider something, before he goes on.]

You can ask how he got that way; I'm not going to answer, because for one, it's none of your concern, and two, it's not the point. The point is that I am going to put him out of his misery before he sinks this rock to the bottom of the sea, but in order to do that, I need specific ingredients for a ritual to kill what is pulling his little puppet strings.

[Crowley leans back in his chair, frowning into the camera.]

I require the bone of a righteous man, the blood of a fallen angel, and the blood of a beast from Purgatory.... an ancient monster, if you want the specifics. Whoever gives them to me will be rewarded handsomely and not be slaughtered for their bodily fluids. And speaking of... Winchesters.

[His tone is now cold.]

I require the Colt. You have four hours to give it to me before I send my hounds to retrieve it.

[And Crowley's lips twitch into a smirk that can't even quite be called that. There's little effort put into keeping appearances now. In fact, the demon looks somewhat tired.]

Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your turkey, Americans.

[And the feed cuts off.]