Losing Nathan ultimately taught Peter one thing: you can't save everyone. He still thought he could save people. He had extraordinary abilities, why couldn't he save people? Especially people he loved from apparent demons. The so-called demon wouldn't tell him where Max was. So, he was just going to have to break down the party ( Read more... )

The feed shows Angelus walking down a dark corridor in the basement of Wolfram & Hart. A triumphant, smug sort of grin is plastered to his lips and in his arms, he's carrying something-- a chained something, as the sound of metal clinking against metal gives away. He rounds a corner and continues walking until he comes to a table, where he drops ( Read more... )

I want to thank everyone who assisted me a few days ago. It wasn't exactly how I'd hoped to gain more memories, I must admit. Yet some good managed to come from it ( Read more... )

When he closes his eyes, it's to the sound of bombs falling and his father whispering el maleh rahamim to a cloud-washed sky while the last of his men--their men--fall back around them. There's a frightening sickness of despair in his father's voice, something Jack has never heard from him, this lion of a man who used to bring mountains to their ( Read more... )

When Toby turns on the tablet, he's sitting at his computer desk (which has been used for pretty much everything besides the computer in the last eight months), late morning sunlight filtering through the shade behind him. He appears to be in a pretty good mood - and he is, for the most part. Why else would he be taking today to try and get back to ( Read more... )

The Sweetheart's Festival was an old one from Gillikin, a holiday to celebrate warmth and affection in the midst of winter's chill. Glitch had been thrilled to discover that it coincided nicely with the Otherside's Valentine's Day and set about planning a soirée, which almost immediately got more complicated than he'd intended ( Read more... )

The visual function on Max's tablet clicks on to reveal her sitting on the edge of the rooftop of her apartment building, holding an open bottle of champagne. Her face is only visible in profile, but those watching this transmission can see that she's got a sad, subtle smile in place as she looks over the city ( Read more... )

Trixie has woken up in unfamiliar locations before, but that's usually prefaced by a heavy night of drinking, and generally it's not when thirty seconds ago she was leaning on the side of her car preparing to drive all the way up to snowy Illinois. She seems to be alone, but that's no sign of safety; there are plenty of things out there that can ( Read more... )

Hey. I need to talk to you.

[ooc: backdated to shortly after this.]

Since the new memories, Peter had been spending less and less time in the Sanctuary For All. He'd go out for a walk or a meal or two. Sometimes he didn't even go back to the building until the next day. He spent a few nights back at the Petrelli Mansion, or glaring up at the Company building. Why the hell it was still there? It's not like it was ( Read more... )