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in all my life all i wanted was the keeping of someone like you

Jul 24, 2010 21:06

The video was posted to Youtube. It immediately got taken down for violating their Terms of Service, and the account was reported to the authorities. Most people thought it was a hoax. Some new movie or something. Others said it just felt too real. Either way, it went viral, even without Youtube's help. Then the news picked it up, and well... it ( Read more... )

lilly rush, doyle, saul garamond, rachel dawes, anya, cassie riddle, iris fortner, the doctor (ten), anne hamilton, jonathan stens, jo harvelle, dylan, buffy summers, phoebe donovan, michael vaughn, david hansen, julian cuevas, npc

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princerat July 26 2010, 06:55:58 UTC

There are crowds bloating up in front of the electronics stores, in the pubs and restaurants, gathered in front of computers and cell phones out on the streets. Saul finds himself in the midst of one such mass of people in a bar n' grill-type establishment, surrounded by the gasps of the horrified and the murmurings of the skeptical. Their faces are lit only by the flickering of images. The pricey wall-mounted flatscreen had been purchased for the purposes of NFL and MLB, but instead there's something that would amount to straight-up torture porn playing on repeat. It had obviously been cycling continuously since before he got here. It seems so very real that he doesn't even consider that it might be a hoax. He'd wanted to know what was going on, so he'd followed the people. And here's his answer.

Saul doesn't exactly understand who this video is trying to warn. He's as yet unaware that there is a faction of people so very against those who have no choice but to be here. What he sees is a group of sick fucks killing ordinary human ( ... )

fellfrommyheart July 27 2010, 03:01:51 UTC

Dylan was having a good day. Like a really reeeeally super day! She was walking down the street carrying a glass ash tray. But she didn't swipe it from a bar or anything like that, oh no. It actually fell from the Rift and she managed to catch it, saving it from a broken, concrete death. It's pretty, the glass is clear but the way it's cut and shaped is particularly eyecatching. It looks like it might've fallen out of the eighties. But Dylan doesn't care, she likes her little present the Rift gave her, it's neat ( ... )

princerat July 27 2010, 05:16:09 UTC

There he'd been standing, lost in his own loathing, with no idea what to do with himself. Full of directionless anger. Then the world sent him an angel. She came tearing down the alleyway, punched the wall in a fit of rage and crumpled at his feet. It's so unexpected, jarring him out of his mental walls that for a moment he's not exactly sure if he's in reality anymore. He stands over her, looks past her to make sure she hadn't been chased here, then back down. Red hair, messed up black wings, seeping white from her self-injured hand, sobbing and seemingly ruined. He's never seen an angel before. It's not what he was expecting.

He crouches down, lowering himself to the trash-strewn asphalt in front of her. "Hey. Are you okay?" The last word comes choked out of him. Are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you okay? He's asked stupid questions like this so many times in the last couple of weeks. It makes him want to laugh like it makes him want to cry, and he does neither.

fellfrommyheart July 27 2010, 20:33:21 UTC

Oh you got an angel alright, just one that's not the best of examples. Most angels aren't really what everyone expects in Chicago, but Dylan's far from that norm anyway. Her rage continues to bubble under, she has to find this man. And when she does, she's going to tear him to pieces. Literally.

It feels good to have her wings out, it makes her feel better emotionally more than anything. But she's still sobbing, seeing that poor girl.. it breaks her heart. She looks up at the sound of a voice and blinks owlishly at the boy. Well, he's probably not a boy, but he's probably a great deal younger than her, anyway, y'know? He's a Wanderer too. She seems to be meeting a lot of them here.

Sniffling, she shakes her head. "No," she utters. "I saw him kill her... I... I'm... uhh..." she bites down on her lip, looking sorrowful, "Did you see it? What that... what.. what he did?!" She clenches her fists, a flare if anger dangerously rising. "I'm going to kill him,"

princerat July 27 2010, 23:15:23 UTC

Honestly it does cross his mind that she might not be an angel at all-- she could be a demon. All he knows is that angels and demons have wings, and not all angels are good, not all demons are bad. He just doesn't picture a demon to be crying like this. Saul has a lot to learn.

"Yes. I saw it just now. I saw what he did to those people. Called himself a 'liberation force', whatever the fuck that means. Fucker's full of shit," he snarls in his low, ratty, almost-hellish vocal tones. He's nearly as angry as she is, and struggling to keep himself calm because damn it, someone has to be. "I want to kill him too. I think there's a lot of people who want that guy dead."

fellfrommyheart July 27 2010, 23:40:03 UTC

Dylan manages to stop sniffling too harshly and wipes at her eyes, smudges of pearly white blood mixing with her heavy black and completely ruined eye makeup. There's a small, strange smile at her lips as he talks. Well isn't this Wanderer something? Nasty words, he says. Dark voice he's got too. He very much different to Milesy, definitely. Huh. But Dylan respects him already. Her wings twitch slightly and she sits back slightly to look at him better.

"I want him for what he did to the girl.." she hiccups and looks skyward. "My game with him's for that, yeah?" she sneers the next part. "Bunch of high and mighty Demons got their wings in a twist and deciding to drag the stupid little human locals in for the hell of it. All just... just cause you got stuck here ( ... )

princerat July 28 2010, 01:10:32 UTC

He doesn't have much of a clue as to what exactly she's going on about, though she's talking like he does. She seems to have a better idea of the big picture than him, which is good because that's exactly what he wants to know, and the more she says the more he realizes he really needs to know. He files away all the little pieces of information as she speaks, and says nothing to interrupt her. So this has something to do with him directly, like it has to do with her. That's news, and not the good kind.

His eyes, aphotic voids overlaid by shadows, look dead straight into hers when she gets in his face. As a creature that can often be more animal than man, the rat prince views her closeness as a challenge, and he does not flinch. Even with his many strengths he's still not the biggest badass around. He's aware of this. Yet Saul remains unafraid.

"Should I be, angel girl?" She'd known what he is, now he gets to discover if he's right about her. "What in the bloody fuck is going on here?"

fellfrommyheart July 28 2010, 01:37:29 UTC

Dylan just smiles at him at the term 'angel girl', this one amuses her. Angry spirit. There's something about this one she can't put her finger on. She wonders what it could be. Hmm ( ... )

princerat July 28 2010, 03:45:23 UTC

He pays rapt attention to her lecture, only raising an eyebrow when she tells him how the angels and demons and such blend into the population, because man those wings are not exactly blending. He smiles back briefly when she says she likes Wanderers. He's glad she's on their side, because it looks like they'll need as many people as they can get.

And the pieces fall together as he slowly begins to register it all. "So I'm being hunted by terrorists. People who hate me for being what I am. Who hate me for my inability to go home." He laughs a little, and it's bitter. "You think I should be scared of that shit? No. Fuck no. I wouldn't give that egotistical murderer and his fantastic fascist followers the satisfaction." Suddenly some of the lines in the video are making sense to him. "Because that's what he wants. He even said it. He fucking wanks off to peoples' fear."

And the we know who you are and where you live shit doesn't make a bit of difference when you're occasionally invisible and you 'live' everywhere in the city. And you ( ... )

fellfrommyheart July 29 2010, 19:16:47 UTC

Dylan blinks owlishly and raises her eyebrows at him with a crooked smile at her lips. She's amused by his first reply. She rests her uninjured hand against the side of her face. "Well, like, aren't you like, a foul-mouthed little thingie, Wanderer Boy," she comments brightly. "You might not be scared, but I bet there's lots and lots out there who will be. Might be better if you aren't, I guess... if you put it, um, that way ( ... )

princerat July 30 2010, 06:22:55 UTC

He smirks right back at her when she tells him he has a dirty mouth. Fuck just happens to be a real effective adjective; that's not his fault.

But the smirk disappears when she mentions the others in the city. "Yeah I know. I am worried. For all of them. And so fucking furious that they have to be scared right now."

He likes her easy violence, not necessarily for itself but because it's a sign of a person who wants to get shit done. That's exactly what he needs right now-- someone as full of rage as he is. He doesn't want to have to calm down for someone else's sake ( ... )

fellfrommyheart July 31 2010, 01:53:22 UTC

Dylan does get shit done. With not being one of sound mind and often at a loss for words, she makes up in her actions. And her actions speak far greater than words, anyway. She smiles brightly at him, "That's... that's good then!" she tells him with another nod.

She tilts her head to the side, "Well.. when angels and stuff are born, we're like, born human? We don't turn into angels until our sixteenth birthday. It kinda hurts and stuff - since it changes your blood, body temperature and you get wings," she jabs a thumb over her shoulder at her wings with a grin.

"But I didn't, like, mind it. Um... the way it, like, works out, the things that happen in your life before-hand influence what kind of angel you'll be and Calling you get. Like, um, protective people become Guardian Angels or smart people become Angels of Knowledge, I guess." she shrugs, she's not entirely sure, but she thinks that's how it works anyway ( ... )

princerat July 31 2010, 08:21:56 UTC

And he was just about to ask- what makes an Archangel- but he stops himself. Things that happen to them influence what they'll be, she'd just explained to him. To change a sixteen-year-old into something that hunts and kills... It had to be traumatic. He'd just recently met an alchemist who needed to lay down her life at sixteen to save her world. Existence sure likes to screw with kids, doesn't it?

He sits back against the brick wall before answering her question. It's kind of sudden, but he's getting the impression that that's simply how conversations with this angel are. "Yeah, I'm different." He pauses, wondering how well she'll process this, whether or not she'll believe him. "Rat," he answers finally. "Half rat. And the name's Saul, by the way." Not that he's picky about the nickname, it's simply an invitation for her to give him something other than 'angel girl' to call her by.

fellfrommyheart August 1 2010, 01:02:01 UTC

Yep. The narration warns that they're always like this.

"I like being an Arch. We're a lot stronger than other angels. Which is always super awesome," she tells him with a grin.

Well, she wasn't like, um... expecting that. She tilts her head to the side in confusion and almost curiousity with a small frown at her brow. "Well, Wanderer Boy..." she stops herself and purses her lips for a few moments. She reeeeally likes her nicknames for people; it's almost a habit and get out of calling people by them isn't very easy. It's almost a stuggle. "Saul," she nods to herself, still frowning. "That's... well, um, that's new ( ... )

princerat August 3 2010, 06:19:15 UTC

"Strong is good." He hadn't doubted that she's strong-- she's kind of got that air about her, that confidence of someone who rarely has a reason to be afraid.

When she pokes at his greasy arm, he lets his head fall back against the wall with a dull thud and closes his eyes with just a tiny bit of exasperation. Yeah, by now he's sort of half-expecting to have to explain the appearance whenever he meets someone new. Maybe someday he'll have a speech worked out and everything. Or business cards. "No, I don't. My... dad looks human too. But he's a rat. Been a rat for like a thousand years. Maybe more. Each kind of animal picks a leader from one of their own, right? And I guess over time they just. End up looking human." He shrugs, because he's not sure exactly how it works himself. "Magic shit is complicated and weird. And yeah I'm a Wanderer. It's okay, there's not that many people around who've seen anything like me before." He looks back at her and gives a reassuring smile. "Fuck, I've never seen anything like you before either. Not ( ... )

ffff. stupid typos make me repost. not cool. :\ fellfrommyheart August 4 2010, 02:41:06 UTC

Dylan frowns as he lets his head fall back against the wall. She prods him again as he falls silent, wondering if he's knocked himself out - sound of his skull hitting the brickwork was loud enough. But she looks sheepishly apologetic when he finally speaks again.

"Huh, so like... how's um, that working out for you?" she asks with an amused look. "You look a little bit on the skinny side, if you ask me," Says the stick-insect of a girl who honestly forgets to eat a great deal of the time. No, really. She actually does. It's a wonder how she's still alive, sometimes.

She giggles, "We're like, all around. And.. like... we can tell who you are, but, um, you can't tell who we are. You're bound to meet some more of us and stuff, especially um, after that video," she tells him. "We can hide these, y'know.." she indicates to her wings with a smile. That reminds her. She's probably ruined her dress now. Dammit.Dylan pouts at him and folds her arm across her chest. She doesn't take him seriously, but she's always one for being over-dramatic ( ... )

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