And the storm clouds gathered above into great balls of fire...
Vaughn is standing in the park, staring at the bench nearest the place where he last met faux!Syd, thinking. He knows he has to get her, has to take her down, somehow. He's not sure how. He would ask Marshall, but Marshall would probably tell Syd, and if Syd knew... he'd lied to her already, and that hurt him enough. He wasn't going to involve her in his battles. It wasn't fair.
So he's standing. Staring. Contemplating the death of one much-hated demon. Break him out of his thoughts before he does something stupid. Because he will.
Noah is pacing the grounds of the Gauche, twitching, aching to go on a hunt. He figures he needs to lay low for a while after the bloodshed that happened, but he's going mad with nothing to do. So he's pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, playing with one of his knives as he goes. Back and forth, back and forth.
He's going to go batshit insane if something doesn't happen soon.
Gladys is sitting in a bar at the Conrad, drinking fruity drinks and having a good time all by herself. She doesn't mind. She's dressed rather oddly, wearing a silly hat she refuses to take off, and the gaudiest jewlery she owns.
Someone, save the poor bartender.
So he's standing. Staring. Contemplating the death of one much-hated demon. Break him out of his thoughts before he does something stupid. Because he will.
Noah is pacing the grounds of the Gauche, twitching, aching to go on a hunt. He figures he needs to lay low for a while after the bloodshed that happened, but he's going mad with nothing to do. So he's pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, playing with one of his knives as he goes. Back and forth, back and forth.
He's going to go batshit insane if something doesn't happen soon.
Gladys is sitting in a bar at the Conrad, drinking fruity drinks and having a good time all by herself. She doesn't mind. She's dressed rather oddly, wearing a silly hat she refuses to take off, and the gaudiest jewlery she owns.
Someone, save the poor bartender.