I need the middle of your fastest, fastest track.

[broketheboyinme]

Sky's only been here for a few days and already he's isolated himself from the pack, which is what he's generally wont to do. Lone wolf mentality, but, according to what he's heard Vince and Mitsuki whispering, it's not too late to break him of that.

Really, you blow up part of downtown Tokyo in pursuit of a demon just once and people are talking

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[nightwatchwolf]

Angua's door happens to be open - she has a habit of keeping it that way, because these door handles are more difficult to work with paws than the ones she's used to, and... well, just in case.

She had been sprawled on her stomach on her bed, reading - a history text she found in the common room, not a novel - but she glances up as Sky pokes his head in. Angel. She can tell that just by the smell of him, even before she notices the wings.

"Can I help you?"

[broketheboyinme]

"Ah no, not really," he shakes his head a bit. Somehow the fact that one of these rooms might actually be occupied did not cross his mind in the slightest, but he doesn't seem all that phased by it.

He arches a brow at her and leans on the doorframe a bit. "I thought everyone cleared out of here." W

ell, everyone in theory, but most of the people here in the area are other angels and she's definitely not an angel.

[nightwatchwolf]

Angua pauses, and then sets the book to one side, shifting around to sit up. "Did they?" she says, with a faint smile. "I must have missed the bulletin or something."

Sarcasm, thy name is Angua. But at least it's gentle sarcasm.

"You're new here." She hasn't smelled him around the basement. Even if she hasn't met people, she tends to recognize them by scent if they've been around for any length of time.

[broketheboyinme]

Sky recognizes it for what it is and just grins a little wider. "Well, you know how those bulletins always get lost in transit."

He runs a hand through his hair and nods. "That obvious? Well, I guess so what with me poking my head in every open room. Either I'm a newbie or a weird freak who just likes poking his nose where it don't belong." He pauses. "I could be both though. Never know."

This is generally the most conversational he's been in a long time. It's rather surprising to him. Well, that's what happens when you're a loner- you don't have many people to talk to and you stop talking. Being with the archangel posse, however, kicked that away pretty quickly, because it was either talk or deal with someone talking at you.

[deny_the_beast]

Dr. Parker has been aimlessly wandering the basement for a while now, apparently. Because he's here- sober but not stable. Not in any way. The voices, gone briefly, are back and better than ever, little whispers in the back of his head- 'She's here.' 'Thomas...' 'Kill them.'

Yeah. He's pleasent to hang out with.

He's certain he's gone completely off the edge, though, when he sees a boy with wings. So he just stands and stares for a minute, then begins giggling. Oh yes. He's completely unhinged now.

Wonderful.

[broketheboyinme]

Sky mantles his wings a bit when he hears the giggling- oh Parker, you're about to get a 150 pounds of mildly irked archangel coming at you. Of course, the mantling would be more effective if his wings weren't primarily a pretty shade of blue and more predatorish, but that's neither here nor there.

"Something funny?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest and giving this random human a look that suggests he better explain himself soon or he'll have to start kicking ass. Or something.

[deny_the_beast]

Parker continues to giggle, not at all frightened by the threatening stance or the wings. It's all in his head, anyway.

"Oh, hilarious," he says, then snorts because how else are you going to deal with going completely batshit insane?

"Your wings are pretty," he comments, then begins giggling again. So pretty. Blue. Like Meredith's eyes. Speaking of which, where was she? Would she have wings?

[broketheboyinme]

"Jesus," Sky mutters under his breath, his wings extending just a bit so that the tips just barely brush against the walls of the hallway. They're much bigger than that- not big enough to fly with, clearly, but bigger than people would expect them to be. "You're one of those Wanderers, aren't you? They said you people were nuts, but I didn't think they meant the batshit, 'they're coming to take me away ha ha'-style nuts."

He won't comment on the 'your wings are pretty' bit, because... He just won't. He has girly wings and that bothers him, but they're functional and so he tries not to care.