The bombs Thane's set up around the city are of a ludicrously simple physical make ( Read more... )

It may be that Thane's figured out that Torchwood's been screwing with his journal, because when coordinates come they come not in the form of a locked entry but rather a sheet of paper wrapped around a javelin and flung through the front door of the Kashtta Tower. Thane is gone an instant later - don't bother looking for him - but the javening ( Read more... )

Thane is on the pier, hunting rifle on his back, staring out across Lake Michigan and not caring too much that he's in sight of all sorts of CCTV. No one tends to come up to him when he's so obviously armed like this, not even police - and if police do decide to make this their problem, he'll either shoot them or teleport out. Or one, then the ( Read more... )

In his office - it is a bit nice having an office here with actual walls, though the walls may be the only things which set this place up above the Hub - Owen is nursing a coffee having a late-night readthrough of a medical journal. His pistol is jammed into the back of his trousers and his medkit is on the desk next to his feet, because the way ( Read more... )

There's a gold flash in one of the hallways of the Kashtta Tower and out stumbles a certain Time Agent, deeply broken and more than a little insane, with a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder. Why he came here isn't terribly clear, not even to him - just that it's where Torchwood is, and Torchwood is in this up to their eyebrows. Find them and ( Read more... )

In all standard tales of heroic deeds, the hero generally arrives on scene riding a white stallion... Desmond Descant arrives back in Chicago on the back of a bog unicorn , and the denziens of Chicago who actually pay attention to this sort of thing have to sit and wonder what the hell that's all about... Or they would, if it weren't O'Dark Thirty ( Read more... )

While, back at the Kashtta, an offensive against Thane is being planned, Thane himself is just getting back into the unfinished construction site he's made his bitch headquarters. He ordinarily prefers not to leave his projects, but the atmosphere in there is getting... strange. Stranger than usual. And, besides, while he has no intention of ( Read more... )

In the fifth or so story of an abandoned, half-constructed high-rise, all is quiet but for the suffering of those chained there. It's been about like this for a while ( Read more... )

John Thane is prowling, with the sort of half-sated hatred that really just has him on the lookout for something fun. He's in a comparatively good mood, not that it makes him much nicer - he's still got the same hunger for pain as always, but it's not running on anger right now. It's just... how he operates. How he interacts. Take, hurt, break ( Read more... )

THREAD WARNING: Post is 18+. Contains disturbing, distressing, triggering or offensive content. Read at own risk.

( Nothing pleasant lies behind this cut. )