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You're the jester of this courtyard, with a smile like a girl's

Feb 17, 2009 03:51

There are moths in Desmond Descant's office. Their wingspan is as broad as a man's hand and they're all glowing, giving off little shimmers as they flutter from surface to surface. They aren't destroying anything! Just climbing around the office, lighting it up and being benignly pretty.

And whoever opens the front door of the Casa next will get a ( Read more... )

42-k (devon), roland deschain, cy, 37-r (melissa), desmond descant, monsters, april, aniki forfrysning

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nothingsodivine February 17 2009, 21:05:39 UTC

Des knows better than to go running into dangerous situations, especially since Martha didn't talk to him for a couple of days the last time he did something dumb, but he only needed to make a quick run to his office for a bit to make sure it's still standing. Perhaps Martha came with him to prevent DUMB from happening or perhaps he convinced her that it was safe enough that he could go alone. Either way.

It's not burned to the ground and he breathes a sigh of relief as he steps through the door, his heart racing, because this entire affair has got his blood boiling. He knows first hand the genocidal tendencies of mundanes when it comes to dealing with things they don't understand, and this just makes him think of Caroline and Azrael and... FUCK.

His hands are shaking so much that he comes close to breaking the key in the lock. He steadies himself and finally gets the door open, stepping inside, and being immediately greeted by.. Glowing, giant moths.

Cy.He steps inside, staring at the moths and frowning at him. "Cy?" He calls, ( ... )

gunslingersai February 18 2009, 03:03:42 UTC

Roland had not realized that anyone used this warehouse to live in. He has been between warehouse and warehouse in the last few days, in alleys, always in hiding not that he thinks the sketch was done well enough for anyone to recognize him. Especially not now, when he's hardly looking his best. He's pale and sweating. Occasionally, his arm bleeds still. He managed to get the bullet out, but he can't help but wonder if shards of it are still in his arm.

He's wearing a clean shirt and pants now. The coat covers the guns that are at his side.

Roland stops in front of the warehouse, eying her. "You... live here?" He really had not wanted to try to find a different warehouse for the night.

anjelsword February 18 2009, 04:35:13 UTC

She raises an eyebrow at him and rubs her hands together. "Staying here for now. You're welcome to it. It's a sarden warehouse--I'm not that big a person."

A pause, then, "Have a bit to eat as well. You look like you could use it."

gunslingersai February 18 2009, 04:48:51 UTC

Roland stares at her.

"You offer food and to share a warehouse to anyone that walks down the street?"

He doesn't mean to sound confused by the prospect. It's just such kindness to a stranger seems strange to find, especially in this city. The stranger could be out to hurt others.

Roland isn't obviously, but he could be. Of course, he isn't concerned if that's why she made that offer to him (it seems unlikely hurting him would do anyone any good at this point).

anjelsword February 19 2009, 18:30:30 UTC

"Just now? Yes." She stands back and motions to the doorway.

"Unless you mean to harm me, I've nothing to gain by hurting you--or not offering my help. This way I get a bit of company for however long you plan on staying."

The kid doesn't look well, and--pudding-hearted mot that she is--she doesn't like the idea of him hunting around the unfriendly evening to find somewhere else to stay.

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whatdreadhand February 18 2009, 14:14:34 UTC

There's a soft rustle of noise somewhere in the vicinity of Aniki's ankles, and then a small black cat appears from out of the shadows. ...okay, it's mostly a cat. It's a cat if you ignore the rainbow-colored wings, and the human face grinning up at her.

It tilts its head to one side and announces matter-of-factly, "Hungry."

anjelsword February 19 2009, 18:32:30 UTC

Well. That is fantastically disturbing. She knows better than to try petting it, and really... Well. Catlike or not, the creature is creepy.

"Are you? And what is it that you eat?"

If it says 'people', she's going to need to excuse herself for a moment to thump her head against a wall.

whatdreadhand February 19 2009, 23:18:41 UTC

The cat doesn't answer. Possibly "hungry" is the only word it knows. It lashes its tail from side to side and stares intently at Aniki. After a moment, another one appears, and then a third and a fourth - clearly they travel in packs, and were lucky enough to fall through the Rift together.

"Hungry," one of them states again. Another doesn't even bother with the little matter of speech, and snaps at the air near Aniki's ankles experimentally, possibly just to see how she'll react.

anjelsword February 27 2009, 04:35:39 UTC

Marvelous. She smacks its head lightly with the flat of her sword. "None of that. Wait here a moment."

She's back fast--she's sensible enough not to keep the hungry, human-faced, nipping cats waiting. Aniki sets down a plate piled high with tuna and sardines (they're cheap!). "Tuck in then, and no fighting."

unprodigalchild February 18 2009, 14:17:44 UTC

Melissa was just going downstairs. For a glass of water. And possibly to sit by the Rift and contemplate the meaning of life or something like that. She was not prepared to hit the bottom of the stairs and suddenly have tiny, overexcited and probably scared birds suddenly swarming all around her.

The little nephilim squeaks, ducks, and takes cover behind a chair on instinct, before pausing to wonder what on earth... They didn't come from through the Rift. She'd have felt it. So where did they come from?

"Um."

theburningcross February 18 2009, 21:50:12 UTC

Devon has been and probably always will be the big brother figure to the Nephilim children of the Melendez Camp, even if he's probably not the oldest and he's a bit of a little ass. Ask Devon if he cares.

He hears Melissa squeak and comes running down the stairs. "What happened? Is it-" He stops when he, too, becomes victim to the tiny bird swarm and he flails and then proceeds to divebomb Melissa's hiding place, BECAUSE ATTACKBIRDS ARE NOT ON THE LIST OF THINGS HE CAN PROTECT PEOPLE FROM, which is mostly just anything he can be a smarmy little bitch too. Devon's strength comes from his mouth and his ability to pull kitchen sinks out of the Rift and drop them on people's feet.

Yeah, Devon has all the brave.

"...Hi."

unprodigalchild February 19 2009, 03:22:02 UTC

Melissa moves over to make room for Devon, glancing over at him and smiling, just a tiny bit. "Hi." She pauses. "There're birds." Because that wasn't obvious. "I don't know where they came from."

FIX IT, DEVON. DEVON, FIX IT. ...no, she really doesn't expect that he can, but Devon's good at stupid plans. Or just being a little bitch until he can manage a stupid plan. ...like dropping kitchen sinks on people's heads, not that that will work here.

theburningcross February 19 2009, 04:41:06 UTC

"I noticed." And it's not the Rift, obviously, because... They could deal with it then. He pokes his head over the chair to look at the birds and hopes they don't try to attack his head.

"Hey, birds! Where did you come from? Go 'way."

He waits like he really expects them to respond. Devon is apparently meant to be disappointed.

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