033 ━ [ location: hyperion hotel ] / [ text ].
When Angelus awoke that morning, he expected to find himself staring at leaky pipes and half-hidden support beams, stuck in that cage ironically constructed for his own containment by himself. Instead, he was trapped beneath nothing more than a soft sheet with the white of a clean ceiling staring back at him. It was a few minutes before everything came rushing back and the gap between River taking him down and him waking up in his lighter side's room was filled in.
He grinned-- and then he laughed. Dark and loud, like this twist of fate was the most hilarious thing he'd ever encountered in the centuries he'd existed. It was part amusement, part insanity, as no-one ever said Angelus, soul or no soul, was sound of mind. Souled, he was just a bit better at keeping that all reigned in. Unsouled, he didn't give a rat's ass about whether or not he was holding any of that in unless he was playing some sort of part to make the ending of one of his schemes all the more better.
Which gave him pause.
The last time he was out and about, he'd wasted no time in making his presence known. He'd delighted in the panic and chaos that had set in amongst the people from his world, thrilled when the terror bled into other groups. While the bulk of his interest laid with Buffy and her friends, he'd also enjoyed screwing with the other inhabitants. Humans were food, and contrary to what your mother told you, sometimes food is meant to be played with. No need to exclude the masses from their fair share of torment.
...which route would he choose this time?
Selecting his answer, Angelus rose from the bed and dressed in his soulboy best, digging the tablet out from the trunk in the closet where he kept it hidden during the night to prevent any unwanted accidental broadcasts.
Seems our alien captors could use a lesson or two in cross cultural sensitivity.
( ooc | angelus glitch is a go! the planning post is over yonder. location stuff is off-screen, unrecorded. text is displayed to the network. )
He grinned-- and then he laughed. Dark and loud, like this twist of fate was the most hilarious thing he'd ever encountered in the centuries he'd existed. It was part amusement, part insanity, as no-one ever said Angelus, soul or no soul, was sound of mind. Souled, he was just a bit better at keeping that all reigned in. Unsouled, he didn't give a rat's ass about whether or not he was holding any of that in unless he was playing some sort of part to make the ending of one of his schemes all the more better.
Which gave him pause.
The last time he was out and about, he'd wasted no time in making his presence known. He'd delighted in the panic and chaos that had set in amongst the people from his world, thrilled when the terror bled into other groups. While the bulk of his interest laid with Buffy and her friends, he'd also enjoyed screwing with the other inhabitants. Humans were food, and contrary to what your mother told you, sometimes food is meant to be played with. No need to exclude the masses from their fair share of torment.
...which route would he choose this time?
Selecting his answer, Angelus rose from the bed and dressed in his soulboy best, digging the tablet out from the trunk in the closet where he kept it hidden during the night to prevent any unwanted accidental broadcasts.
Seems our alien captors could use a lesson or two in cross cultural sensitivity.
( ooc | angelus glitch is a go! the planning post is over yonder. location stuff is off-screen, unrecorded. text is displayed to the network. )