voice;

[paterelohim]

[With how much Chuck loves doing video post, the fact that he's sticking to voice should be the first red flag. The choked tone in his voice is another.]

Fred- Winifred Burkle. Has anyone seen her?

Her NV's offline, she isn't answering it.

[There's a long, sunken silence.]

I think... she's gone.

I want to say she'll probably be back, but I just don't know- I haven't seen it yet. God, what's the point of seeing the future if it doesn't help?

Anyway, I just- thought everyone who knows her should know. She's out.

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[Voice]

[possessing]

[No, Meg's not taking all of this into her list of reasons to bother a prophet. Nooooooo. Never.]

Well, don't you sound terrible.

[Voice]

[paterelohim]

[So tired.]

What.

[Voice]

[possessing]

Loss of the lady friend is clouding up your inner eye, or does The Core just short circuit it?

[There's a beat, and she continues as if she never asked a question, considering she's not likely to be answered.]

But, I mean it. You sound terrible. And that's not just me being nice, Chuck.

[Voice]

[paterelohim]

Does this conversation have a point?

[Voice]

[possessing]

What. Can't a girl check up on her author?

[Said in that horribly over sweet way that's not reassuring in the slightest.]

[paterelohim]

No?

[voice to action]

[possessing]

Chuck.

[Well, there's a demonic invasion, right behind you, Chuck. After she says his name, of course, just for dramatic effect. Angels aren't the only ones who have a sense of drama, you know.]

That hurts my feelings.

[There's a beat, and for saying it hurt her feelings, she really just seems too pleased with herself to mind much of anything.]

Would it help if I offered my condolences?

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[paterelohim]

[He chokes on a drink.] JESUS.

[Scrambling the fuck a w a y. He's used to angels popping in here and there, but good god, they don't scratch roughly at his sub-human senses like she does. He can sense angels near- he can sense demons, too.

He's staring at her in mild horror, and a spill is slowly spreading over his shirt from his upended drink.]

No. Not really. Why are you here?