o14. video ; FILTERED
(( Enjin said this, Aziraphale said that. ))
[ FILTERED TO CROWLEY, AKINA, AND JOSHUA ; 100% UNHACKABLE ]
[ The feed clicks on... and the caller ID is obviously listed as "Aziraphale". However, it seems to be his SFC, but not be in his hands. When the camera focuses, it appears to show a dark, damp room made of concrete, with a single lamp hanging overhead in dank light. If you listen, you can hear a familiar (or perhaps, not-so-familiar) male voice in the background, as well as the familiar voice of this particular SFC's owner. The first voice has a British accent, the second one seems to have a sort of airy, arrogant quality to it--it's hard to place just what he sounds like, other than cocky.
CLUMP. A boot can be heard, but not seen. ]
So GLAD you're awake, Azy!
Well, hello there. I don't suppose you have a teapot handy, do you, dear boy?
[ And he laughs, giving Aziraphale a glance over, before sitting next to him. When you finally get a good view of the perpetraitor, you can see make out the back of a head of light blue hair, animal-like ears, and a long fur coat sitting on a chair. Across him, somehow bound to the floor, is Aziraphale. His wings are out, and he's not looking so good. In fact, those are tied together, and some kind of... force is keeping him pressed to the ground, using his own non-human energy against him. Still, he has quite a pleasant smile on his face; there was no point antagonising Enjin, after all.
The kidnapper smirks, shaking his head at the other. ] And who exactly do you think I am, Angel? You DO know I'm the one holding the cards here, right? Let me put it into words your small brain can comprehend: I took you.
Yes, I rather thought that was obvious. I had hoped for some comfort, however. I suppose that was a little too much to ask for, hm?
I'm not room service; and frankly, I've got no qualms just killing you. Can't you be more entertaining than this? I mean, even that scrap of paper you call your son was more interesting...
[ Still, Aziraphale's hands seem to twitch as he tries to move and a small tartan teapot appears in front of him; he looks rather pleased with himself as he glances back at Enjin.
Then Enjin gives a smile, motioning to another room. There is a substance on his knife he's cleaning off on a cloth; to Aziraphale... in the other room is the worst possible thing imaginable: the corpse of Sanae Hanekoma, dead of a knife wound in the room off-camera, visible only to the two people in the room currently. With his Mind Interference, Enjin has all but assured it impossible for the Angel to even consider this to be an illusion. Cleaning the knife off, he looks back to Aziraphale's distraught face as he realizes the implications of what he's seeing going on here. ]
No... No!
[ His voice was nothing more than a whisper, but then it grew into a shout. If he could move he would be shaking violently, but all he can do is stare at the illusion and feel the reality of it. There's sickness in his stomach and his heart clenched as his eyes swept over the body of the man he loved. ]
... Heh. Hey, don't look so glum!
[ Another sick smile from the blue-haired fox in the fur coat goes to the camera, as though he is entirely innocent, though his words are anything but. ] I'm sure they'll come get you before it happens like that again...
[ He looks directly into the lens of the SFC, eyes alight with amusement at his captive. ] Won't you, Shades...?
Crowley, d-don't you dare-!
[ And another laugh. ] ... Hey. Akina Hiizumi. I'm waiting for you to find me. You and Shades better think of something... I'm getting kind of bored. And I really hate being bored.
[ Enjin pulls out an piece of paper--a charm, if you will, and... there's a scream in the background as Aziraphale seems to be pushed to the floor. And with a last, echoing, cavernous sick laugh, the feed cuts. ]
[ FILTERED TO CROWLEY, AKINA, AND JOSHUA ; 100% UNHACKABLE ]
[ The feed clicks on... and the caller ID is obviously listed as "Aziraphale". However, it seems to be his SFC, but not be in his hands. When the camera focuses, it appears to show a dark, damp room made of concrete, with a single lamp hanging overhead in dank light. If you listen, you can hear a familiar (or perhaps, not-so-familiar) male voice in the background, as well as the familiar voice of this particular SFC's owner. The first voice has a British accent, the second one seems to have a sort of airy, arrogant quality to it--it's hard to place just what he sounds like, other than cocky.
CLUMP. A boot can be heard, but not seen. ]
So GLAD you're awake, Azy!
Well, hello there. I don't suppose you have a teapot handy, do you, dear boy?
[ And he laughs, giving Aziraphale a glance over, before sitting next to him. When you finally get a good view of the perpetraitor, you can see make out the back of a head of light blue hair, animal-like ears, and a long fur coat sitting on a chair. Across him, somehow bound to the floor, is Aziraphale. His wings are out, and he's not looking so good. In fact, those are tied together, and some kind of... force is keeping him pressed to the ground, using his own non-human energy against him. Still, he has quite a pleasant smile on his face; there was no point antagonising Enjin, after all.
The kidnapper smirks, shaking his head at the other. ] And who exactly do you think I am, Angel? You DO know I'm the one holding the cards here, right? Let me put it into words your small brain can comprehend: I took you.
Yes, I rather thought that was obvious. I had hoped for some comfort, however. I suppose that was a little too much to ask for, hm?
I'm not room service; and frankly, I've got no qualms just killing you. Can't you be more entertaining than this? I mean, even that scrap of paper you call your son was more interesting...
[ Still, Aziraphale's hands seem to twitch as he tries to move and a small tartan teapot appears in front of him; he looks rather pleased with himself as he glances back at Enjin.
Then Enjin gives a smile, motioning to another room. There is a substance on his knife he's cleaning off on a cloth; to Aziraphale... in the other room is the worst possible thing imaginable: the corpse of Sanae Hanekoma, dead of a knife wound in the room off-camera, visible only to the two people in the room currently. With his Mind Interference, Enjin has all but assured it impossible for the Angel to even consider this to be an illusion. Cleaning the knife off, he looks back to Aziraphale's distraught face as he realizes the implications of what he's seeing going on here. ]
No... No!
[ His voice was nothing more than a whisper, but then it grew into a shout. If he could move he would be shaking violently, but all he can do is stare at the illusion and feel the reality of it. There's sickness in his stomach and his heart clenched as his eyes swept over the body of the man he loved. ]
... Heh. Hey, don't look so glum!
[ Another sick smile from the blue-haired fox in the fur coat goes to the camera, as though he is entirely innocent, though his words are anything but. ] I'm sure they'll come get you before it happens like that again...
[ He looks directly into the lens of the SFC, eyes alight with amusement at his captive. ] Won't you, Shades...?
Crowley, d-don't you dare-!
[ And another laugh. ] ... Hey. Akina Hiizumi. I'm waiting for you to find me. You and Shades better think of something... I'm getting kind of bored. And I really hate being bored.
[ Enjin pulls out an piece of paper--a charm, if you will, and... there's a scream in the background as Aziraphale seems to be pushed to the floor. And with a last, echoing, cavernous sick laugh, the feed cuts. ]