Hey. Crazy lady. Ad... Adela or whatever. Change him back.

[The recording runs for a moment, picking up nothing but street noise muffled by distance. At last, Uck whines.]

Ohn?

[John's voice is too low to hear, at first, removed several feet from the communicator. The flat monotone repeats, however. It drones again, and again, and then his voice cracks, shifting just loud enough to hear.]I can't. I just ( Read more... )

Angela. Stay close. Like it or not, the Angel Brigade is what we've got.

[Locked]Not welcome. Sorry, John, old boy, knowing isn't faith. Now get out. Tch. She may be batshit, but she had it right. Damned before I even started. Something tells me Hell isn't as much of a revolving door as Lu says, either ( Read more... )