Characters: Derek, random NPC vampire, and...?
Time: late afternoon-near night
Location: a small distance from the Bean of Summoning
Content: Derek arrives in Chicago, without remembering last time, with some darker company.
Format: starting with prose but will go with whatever after
Warnings: TL;DR start, probably a little language and violence but can't foresee anything else Also, I give up at trying to remove the "open!" tag from the post because it's not working... orz
The act had been a routine one. Morris would be walking down the hall. Derek would speed up past him, snatching his partner's fedora, and send it flying down the hall like a Frisbee. Morris would glare at him, maybe even say a few choice words or give a punch in the shoulder, and then go fetch his hat. Derek would smirk on the inside, maybe even laugh, and then they would continue whatever as normal, like nothing had happened. Because it was just routine.
But, something happened this time as Derek lifted the fedora off the head of the other Agent.
Derek was consumed with a dizziness and tired feeling, which now begun to fade away, leaving silence in its place. That uncomfortable silence made Derek uneasy before he even registered that he was not where he should be. Anyone nearby would have seen an uncharacteristic expression of shock on Derek's face once he did. As quick as record scratch, Derek halted his throw of the fedora and pulled it back toward his chest. "... The hell?" The owner of the previously mentioned fedora wasn't to be found either.
Letting the hat hang from the tips of his fingers, Derek reached with his free hand to by his ear where a tiny wireless earpiece was, partially obscured by red locks. "Derek, here. HQ, give me a location." He was here; time to figure out what he could do about that. Maybe the time machine caused some kind of anomaly during maintenance... "HQ?" Nothing but static. Derek was on his own for... whatever this was. He was cut off from the others, but with a little luck, they'd be able to find him using the EBA's trackers.
Meanwhile, he needed to get to some place less out in the open. ... This was Chicago, right? They had the giant metallic bean somewhere. (Though the place he arrived at looked like a battlefield... which wasn't right.) It would have to be solely a resemblance though. Chicago had a lot more people, and this place was too quiet to be the actual city. The EBA had a mission there once. It was loud, as loud as any major city should be. But there were remote islands in the middle of the ocean that sounded louder than this place now. Music aside, where were the people? (A small part of him reminded him that whatever had happened could explain it.)
An angry growl, lacking a beat to accompany it, interrupted Derek's musings. He shoved the stolen fedora best he could into his pocket and brought out his microphone as he spun around to stare down hungry eyes. Derek did not like getting snuck up on, and who this person was did not have a friendly presence coming from him at all. The person took a step forward. Derek didn't step back, but his grip on the microphone tightened. "Can I help you?"
No reply save one more step forward and the same hungry looking eyes.
This was going to be interesting...