sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: angel

[the video starts with the pitch-black of some random alleyway. something is panting hard in the background; after a moment it whines. but it's suddenly cut off by a loud squelch. silence again. the person holding the nv shifts enough so that her white jeans, speckled with blood, are visible. she then lifts the comm to her face; for a split second, she doesn't look human. the skin of her face is pulled tight over her skull, her eyes are wide and the cat-slip pupils hardly visible. the planes of her face are too sharp, too flat, too... wrong.

but it's already gone, and there's just a teenaged girl with green eyes, cropped red hair, and a dusting of freckles. when she speaks, her voice has a slight irish accent. she talks quietly, mindful of the creatures lurking about.]

I won't say this is new, but it's certainly more exciting than the last time. Reminds me a bit of Xibalba.

[her nostrils flare as she takes in the scents around her.]

Certainly stinks like it. Slightly more rotted, though.

[she smiles, close-lipped, trying to look friendly even with the corpse of some large, hideous creature behind her. she steps closer to the street, out of the alley. reaching behind her, she sheathes the bloodied short sword that was in her free hand. the hilts of a twin set are poking out over her shoulders.]

Now, pleasantries aside... I need to get to Paris. I was just there with--[her voice trails off. with whom? well, if she didn't remember, it couldn't be important.]--on vacation, and I'd really like to get back to it. So everything will just be simpler if someone can point me in the right direction.

[there might be a touch of a threat to her voice now, even if it's still quiet. and she doesn't lose that smile.]

And believe me. You want this to be simple.

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ex_stakes70

So, lately, I've been thinking. What's the general state of everybody being able to handle themselves in a fight against a big ugly? Lots of 'em around, and there's night patrol and everything, but does anybody ever offer self-defense and weapons use classes? Not saying I need 'em - just that I'd like to step up and do the job myself if nobody else's got a monopoly on that particular chunk of the market. Having people who do know how to fight and take care of themselves is all fine and dandy, but wouldn't it be better to help prepare everybody else on top of that? And if anybody else does already do this kinda thing, any chance y'might be hiring an extra hand? I'm an expert on pretty much any type of weapon you can think of. Not a big fan of guns, but I'll use 'em in a pinch.

LOCKED TO WILLOW ROSENBERG ;; UNHACKABLE.

Whatcha say you and I go find mochas? And discuss the possibility of getting an apartment together once your free lease time is up? I'm staying at a hotel right now. Kinda temporary. If you're interested we can start looking, and I can start a hey-let's-get-living-spacey fund.

END LOCK.

LOCKED TO ANGEL ;; UNHACKABLE.

So should I get a uniform for this bouncer thing? Or is it a come-as-you-are situation.

END LOCK.

justwillow

[Have a rather ruffled looking red-haired woman.]

Well. This is the most annoying thing that has happened ev- ... In the past week or so.

[She sighs and looks at the camera.]

Anyone want to tell me what happened here? I found this thing and thought I could work some compu-mojo and find out what's going on. But the tech is being all kerflooey and not letting me work it out.

[She shakes her head.]

And It wasn't even my fault this time- maybe this was what the anomaly in New York was...

bloodthirsts

[Oh hey guys it's Seras in her police uniform, Seras on her hands and knees peering down a large drainpipe with the bright remnants of a Joker easter egg shell nearby. ~~Dat bum.~~ She's obviously set her NV down for a moment and it's somehow managed to start recording. Maybe because of a fluffy yellow chick pecking at the concrete nearby. There's a couple more poking their heads out of a small basket.]

-- no no, Mr. bunny! You need to come out of there! The sirens are going to sound soon, it's not safe... please?

[Her tone makes it obvious Mr. bunny being nommed is a terrible prospect D8]

Just stay still... Um... [A dark tendril snakes from her arm, down the pipe, Seras frowns in concentration as the rabbit then emerges wrapped in shadow, obviously paralysed by fear of the unconventional rescue method. It's a white rabbit, brown ears and a patch over its left eye.] Phew! There we go! That's better isn't it? [Seras takes hold of the rabbit properly in her arms, it's obviously relieved to be out of the shadows grasp. Of course then she looks round for her NV and notices the camera is on.]

... erm...

[[OOC: Feel free to have your character hop in with an Action thread if they're nearby.]]

ex_stakes70

[ At first ,all that's seen is dark. The occasional glint of light shining off of metal occurs, and the singing of the blade as it swings through the air can be heard quite clearly. There's a loud grunt, and a crunching, disgusting squelching sound. Another grunt, the distinct slicing of blade to hard flesh... And then a huge thud. There's a glass spider, laying dead now, in front of the NV. The click of heels on pavement approaches, and the owner of the NV picks it up and her face becomes clear.

There are some scratches, some bruising, and a bit of blood. Her hair is relatively unscathed though slightly more mussed than she would like to have kept it, and she's breathing heavily. The blonde peers curiously, and also with a very determined crease to her brow, into the NV. ]

Huh. [ She looks around for a second, then back to the feed. ] Safe to say I'm not in Manhattan anymore... So. [ There's a small thud as she plops down, sitting on the monster's carcass without much thought to it. She's not on a bloody oozy gooey part. No big deal. ]

What's a girl gotta do to find a decent dry cleaner's around here? [ Yep. Her clothes are all gross now and that's what matters. ] – And for that matter, some shoe-shine. I think some guts spattered on my -- my boots! Ooh, if I could kill another one of those I'd – do it... without my shoes on. [ Weird to say. ] – Okay, so, dry cleaning, good leather polish, and maybe a half-decent place to crash. Preferably fluffy bed? But a semi-squishy couch'll work in a pinch. Don't wanna get all cozy with the natives, cuddle-uppy and monster-vulnerable. And I am in serious need of a de-insomniatic napping attempt. Appreciate the neat phone-doohickey though! Nifty high-techish stuff. Way more expensive-looking than anything I had back home.

[ Wait. FOCUS. Focus, stop being distracted by shiny and new. ]

Soooooo… Anybody? Listening ears, big plus.

thelightbringer

[Hello, Siren's Port. See this GIANT NOSE on screen? It belongs to this puppy here:]

[Eventually Lucifer picks it and the NV up.]

Well, I think he's ready to take on MIT now.

whycantistay

[When the feed comes on, Fred isn't really looking at it. The sun is setting and she looks sick. Wiping away traces of blood from her mouth she finally speaks.]

Wesley? I think-- [Things have mostly come back. She was here. She was definitely here before. For months. And-- and Connor. She had her memories of Connor replaced here. Angel and Angelus. And Lucifer. Her eyes go wide.]

Angel? Angel are you still here? [Oh God, she'd died. She remembered the pain and the blood and her body was so broken. Her hand moves to her mouth in shock.]

Chuck. Oh God, please. Someone tell me if Chuck is okay. [She swallows. So much had happened.]

And Lucifer. The vampires. I-- remember. I was here and I died. And I loved someone. I remember it. But I went home and-- [And she's going to die. Her eyes fall down and she just can't deal with all of this. The last shot before it turns black is a second or so of tears starting to fall.]

angel_of_death

[The audio feed begins with a horrible screech as the recording NetVice and its attached receiver skid violently across a wooden floor, the clatter of metal against metal signaling the heavy device’s abrupt stop against the wall of the room it is recording from-- not that such would be visible, as only the audio function had been tripped by the sudden upset of the innocent device when it was brutally knocked from its rest on a table that was currently at risk for being next in line for mistreatment.

It’s not quite the end of the feed, though. No less than a second following the ungodly racket, a voice begins to yell from across the room. Despite the distance between the speaker and the recording device, his words come across loud and clear.

The speaker is young, English, and very, very angry.]

WHY?! Are we not charged with protecting this land-- even this wretched, filthy land-- from supernatural threats?! Is that not our duty to the Crown! Even if the cockroaches revive because of the Core, LET THEM DIE!! And IF they should reappear-- take them and condition them THEN as you will!!

I RE--

[Unfortunately, gravity elects that moment to shift the NV against the wall so that it snaps shut, cutting the transmission before the rest of the conversation can play out.

So sorry, network.]

dilemma

[ Leaning back in a chair and legs propped up on a nearby desk, Damon Salvatore looks incredibly beside himself with boredom. Alas, despite setting up his NV just right for this broadcast he had only wasted a small amount of the infinite free time he's found here in the city. This needs to be fixed ASAP. ]

Having a little bit of a conundrum. I'm more of a nighttime activity sort of person and I'm finding that's not really working out here. I need places to go, things to do, people to meet. Interesting places, mind you.

I’m open to suggestions of bars, pubs, speakeasies. Anywhere I could get a halfway decent drink and partake in the culture. You know, get to know the locals. Maybe find some work.

[ That last bit is dripping with subtext, though he's not one to blab his business all over the place in public. ]

The name's Damon, in case you're wondering.