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WHO: Alastair, Ruby and then later Gabriel and Murphy
WHERE: The Dining Hall
WHEN: During the +omens+
WHAT: Alastair has powers. Ruby is his bitch.
WARNING: Violence violence violence and Fred Astaire music
When he had awoken that hour unknowing where he had last been his first action was to brush the small collection of sulfur off the shoulder of his tailored suit.
"It's a quarter to three. There's no one in the place cept you and me."
There he stood silhouetted phantom of a man. His head rocked slowly with the music in his head that he sang along with in perfect tune. His pitch was as sharp as the edge of a knife. Alastair so rarely sang any more, and he used to enjoy it so. The classics. Dean, Frank, Freddy... all the old boys. They don't make artists like that any more. They don't make demons like Alastair the way they used to either.
"So set em up Joe"
His foot scraped along the harsh metal of the floor, a rusted echo clang with each precise step. Through the portholes there was a flash of light with no following of thunder. He hadn't yet decided whether he was going to allow her to make noise. Better to leave the decisions to the heat of the moment. That's when he really shone afterall. It was instinct and pluck that had gotten him this far in the afterlife. Let's see how far it takes her.
"I got a little story I think you oughtta know."
Floor gave after floor gave after floor, although he took his time. When a small flock of locusts came flying down the corridor the way they altered their flight pattern to not run into the demon was more wise than comical.
"We're drinking my friend. To the end of a brief episode"
During the period of amnesia he had taken the role of barge physician. While he may have been overqualified for the position if he had known any better, his better instincts had lead him to the shinier items of the infirmary ward. Waking up the morning after with a delightful array of contraband instruments jammed in his coat pockets was better than candy canes at Christmas.
"So make it one for my baby"
He held up the scalpel to the low hanging light. In the infirmary he had made sure to sanitize it and buff it to a shine. It was a marvelous instrument. So small yet so effective if you knew exactly where to place it and apply the right amount of pressure. A reflection of his handsome self caught his eye and couldn't help but smile. He pocketed the instrument.
Alastair had stopped in front of the dining hall. It was between meals but he knew she was there, the same way a bitch knows where her pups are. Before entering the room, he slid his hand over the wall that acted as a barrier between the mess and the corridor. As he felt the surface, his eyes slid up into that ghostly white. Murmuring under his breath the oldest words Lilith had taught him. Considering the curious events of the day he wasn't suprised to see the enochian wards visible to only those between worlds flush the corridor to the dining hall. Probably couldn't keep an Archangel at bay, but hey, what could an underdog do?
"And one more for the road..."
He walked fluidly over to where she sat, standing before her with that wild smile of his. The thought about doing the menacing scary rah rah demon bit had crossed his mind, but he was in far too good a mood for morose theatrics. Time to mix it up a little. He was practically, dare I say it, jubilant.
"Hello, Ruby."
WHERE: The Dining Hall
WHEN: During the +omens+
WHAT: Alastair has powers. Ruby is his bitch.
WARNING: Violence violence violence and Fred Astaire music
When he had awoken that hour unknowing where he had last been his first action was to brush the small collection of sulfur off the shoulder of his tailored suit.
"It's a quarter to three. There's no one in the place cept you and me."
There he stood silhouetted phantom of a man. His head rocked slowly with the music in his head that he sang along with in perfect tune. His pitch was as sharp as the edge of a knife. Alastair so rarely sang any more, and he used to enjoy it so. The classics. Dean, Frank, Freddy... all the old boys. They don't make artists like that any more. They don't make demons like Alastair the way they used to either.
"So set em up Joe"
His foot scraped along the harsh metal of the floor, a rusted echo clang with each precise step. Through the portholes there was a flash of light with no following of thunder. He hadn't yet decided whether he was going to allow her to make noise. Better to leave the decisions to the heat of the moment. That's when he really shone afterall. It was instinct and pluck that had gotten him this far in the afterlife. Let's see how far it takes her.
"I got a little story I think you oughtta know."
Floor gave after floor gave after floor, although he took his time. When a small flock of locusts came flying down the corridor the way they altered their flight pattern to not run into the demon was more wise than comical.
"We're drinking my friend. To the end of a brief episode"
During the period of amnesia he had taken the role of barge physician. While he may have been overqualified for the position if he had known any better, his better instincts had lead him to the shinier items of the infirmary ward. Waking up the morning after with a delightful array of contraband instruments jammed in his coat pockets was better than candy canes at Christmas.
"So make it one for my baby"
He held up the scalpel to the low hanging light. In the infirmary he had made sure to sanitize it and buff it to a shine. It was a marvelous instrument. So small yet so effective if you knew exactly where to place it and apply the right amount of pressure. A reflection of his handsome self caught his eye and couldn't help but smile. He pocketed the instrument.
Alastair had stopped in front of the dining hall. It was between meals but he knew she was there, the same way a bitch knows where her pups are. Before entering the room, he slid his hand over the wall that acted as a barrier between the mess and the corridor. As he felt the surface, his eyes slid up into that ghostly white. Murmuring under his breath the oldest words Lilith had taught him. Considering the curious events of the day he wasn't suprised to see the enochian wards visible to only those between worlds flush the corridor to the dining hall. Probably couldn't keep an Archangel at bay, but hey, what could an underdog do?
"And one more for the road..."
He walked fluidly over to where she sat, standing before her with that wild smile of his. The thought about doing the menacing scary rah rah demon bit had crossed his mind, but he was in far too good a mood for morose theatrics. Time to mix it up a little. He was practically, dare I say it, jubilant.
"Hello, Ruby."