(ooc: the morning after THIS thread.)

Declan woke the next morning - or was it afternoon, now? - groggily. He stretched out, and encountered no resistance. At first, he didn't think anything of it, having woken up alone for the past several weeks now, but then he realized where he was. The infirmary.

He jolted upright, looking wildly around the room ( Read more... )

(ooc: post however you like in this one, guys. open-post style is cool as everyone gets ready to defend London on their various fronts ( Read more... )

(ooc: takes place a few hours after THIS thread.)

When Declan came to, he was still in the same place, but the warehouse had been cleared and cleaned. He tried to push himself up, but was shortly stopped by the stabbing pain of his likely-broken and bruised ribs in his chest. He took a moment to test his breathing and then moved slowly, bringing his ( Read more... )

It's been weeks that Declan has been away from the Old City Sanctuary, away from everything and everyone that he loves, dealing with a seemingly unceasing supply of problems ranging from a backup in the abnormal intake process, to a sudden lag time in the computer system. He'd had to help Henry's overseas counterpart dismantle and reassemble the ( Read more... )

Declan casts a glance over at Ashley in the passenger seat of the car and gives her a smile as he navigates the streets, heading for the cinema. She hasn't a clue where they're going, but he assumes it won't take long for her to catch on...she is a Magnus, after all. He's had tickets to the midnight showing reserved for a week, already, and was so ( Read more... )

Declan is sitting at his desk, various papers and building schematics strewn across the tabletop, and across his bed, as he searches for the best route to get their specified group of Abnormals to safety. His eyes flick over everything again, back and forth as he scribbles a rough drawing on a yellow legal pad that he'll re-do once he's certain ( Read more... )

The text message on his phone had been a little unnerving, given what's been going on with the Cabal. It had had something to do with a crash out in Scotland that the UK Sanctuary had picked up on, shortly after an unidentified aircraft had popped up on their sensors. The Sanctuary had called Declan to ask what to do, and he had taken the matter up ( Read more... )

Declan has just finished wrapping the last of the gifts he had picked up while he was out shopping with Ashley, and is making his way down the stairs to lay them out beneath Druitt's tree. He still hasn't met many of the other new residents yet, but he's sure he will eventually. Laying the packages down, he rises and turns to walk away. That's when ( Read more... )

Declan is in his quarters, researching a little deeper on the residents of the SHU, completely preoccupied by the texts spread open on his desk in front of him, and the pile of journals that sit off to his left that he's bookmarked with hand-torn scraps of canary yellow legal-ruled sheets of paper. With the way he's hunched over his legal pad ( Read more... )