Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future, so you know what keeps me hanging around...
Fall is coming to Chicago. The air is cooler, there are clouds thick in the sky (but not thick enough to be heralding rain just yet- just enough to be pleasantly cloudy), and while the leaves haven't started turning yet, the overabundance of pumpkins for sale and preemptive Halloween decorations give all the indication that the season is coming up
( Read more... )
Comments 361
She thinks, considering she can totally move an entire person in times of great stress (well, the once) and since the fire department seems to be moving way too slow (and because she's the Doctor in small, human, female form), that she really needs to help.
Aaron, if he sees her, could totally slip in the back way through the alley, like she did. It's easy enough to climb in that one unbarred first-floor window once you do that.
Reply
"You know, I didn't know there was a 'crazy people run into the fire' party," he says as soon as he joins her. "I would have brought streamers." He cringes up at the fire. "Guess it's too late to say 'go home, little girl, and leave this to the professionals, huh?'"
...Aaron's experience with teenagers in this city pretty much consists of Buffy and Tay (and Piper, but she doesn't count). He's really not going to push the matter if she's insisting on going into the burning building.
Reply
...The Doctor, Junior Edition.
Reply
Whut?
Isn't this supposed to be the other way around?
....Is that a screwdriver?
Aaron holds up a finger and starts to verbalize some of those concerns and then she decides to just say fuck it. "Yeah, why not?" He shrugs.
Reply
It's worth noting, probably, that her wings are out, and that she's stretching them absently as she sneaks. (She's not very good at the sneaking.)
Reply
The strawberry is abandoned, Batty flips upside down on the branch and makes a point to examine Dusty. Well, humans haven't tried to abduct or hurt him here yet and as long as he keeps a safe distance, engaging shouldn't be a problem.
"I'm starting to question the evolutionary measures hominids have taken in this universe," he deadpans, sounding almost like a very boring science teacher.
Reply
"You can talk!" she exclaims.
Reply
"Yes! Yes, I can," he says, semi-excitedly, although his voice dips into something a bit more deadpan. "I'm sure this is a new thing, because humans have never actually been able to hear me before." He twitches violently, very nearly losing his grip on the table.
Yeah, he's pretty sure that wouldn't have happened if humans could hear him. He begs pretty loudly.
Reply
He walks toward the young demon with the hula hoop. Boredom leads to odd conversations.
"If you focus on your core remaining centered and steady while you swing your hips, it helps."
The narration does not want to know how Romeo knows about hula-hooping. DOES NOT.
Reply
...Oh right, she was hula-hooping. Badly.
"Th-Thank you. I'll... Try that." She stands still and just sort of stares blankly in a nervously thankful way.
...Well, she's not going to resume hula-hooping while he's standing there.
Reply
"I'm sorry." He waves his hand offhandedly. "It wasn't my intent to startle you or interrupt you."
It seems like his Italian accent always gets heavier when he's around young women. It can't be helped.
Reply
It suddenly dawns on her mid-sentence and now that she's verbalized, she can't unsee it. He looks so familiar and she can't quite place him.
Reply
He's been wandering about in the spectral Realm, waiting to regain enough strength to become material again; it seems to have worked, as the ledge protruding from the twisted tower he was just perched on is now disappearing as material forms take over from their spectral counterparts, leaving him hanging in midair.
For about a second.
Then he makes the acquaintance of ferret-bearing tree limb with rather more force than he would have preferred.
"-and there is one other thing to say abut this universe," he remarks, mostly to himself as he hauls himself up and reasserts his balance. "Its sense of timing tends rather to the bizarre."
Reply
This means that Sark is very, very grateful that this is a thick branch and he has good balance, because he tumbles out of the way of the UNEXPECTED THING and only just barely keeps himself from falling off the edge. That would be embarrassing... And would probably break his little ferret spine.
Once Sark has regained what little dignity he has after that skittering fit and just... Stares. For the first time in his life, his ferretbrain and his humanbrain have the exact same thought. And that thought is, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT?
The ferret has legitimate questions, Raziel. He just lacks the ability to verbalize them.
Reply
He turns, alcohol-flame eyes narrowing to slits before widening back to normal again. "It is, I believe, generally expected for the smaller animals of the earth to flee when confronted with something superior in size and unknown. May I assume you are one of the denizens of Chicago, at this moment inhabiting a form which is not your own?"
Reply
...His street cred went out the door awhile ago.
So while the ferret would looove to run, Sark is holding the reigns and the compromise is that he just flattens himself against the branch and looks not exactly threatening. He nods warily. It happens more often than I'd like.
Fucking shapeshifter abilities.
Reply
1) Burning down Chicago.
2) Starting a tequila company.
3) Signing on with the National Enquirer or, be she in a somewhat more legitimate mood, the Washington Post.
4) Taking matters into her own hands, because that tends to work out well.
She's gone with Option 4, armed to the teeth with mace and what may be a Conrad Hotel panic button, and she's just sneaking around to Bambi's office when she sees someone being not entirely subtle about being there. She grinds to a halt, eyeing him and fingering the catch on a bottle of mace experimentally.
Even Chicago can't be cruel enough to pull the same trick twice. Right?
"Generally speaking, that's not a face I want to run into while I'm doing a bit of forensic legwork around places I have no business being," she says, "but I could probably be persuaded to overlook it for the right guy," she says. "You wouldn't happen to have heard of lockpicks, would you?"
Reply
This is followed by a shrug and a nervous smirk. It's really hard to perfectly imitate Des's brazen stupidity. Most people don't expect anyone with a lick of sense in their head to lack subtlety like Des does.
Reply
She's not terribly concerned that she just showed off exactly where it's kept. She has more.
"I hear that the police and Neighborhood Watches don't so much, though," she says, with an arch of the eyebrow. She pulls out the lockpicks, flashing them at him. "You need some help with that?"
Reply
"I walk on the wrong side of the law, I laugh in the face of lockpicks, but if you want the tactically smart, visually anticlimatic method..." He takes another step back and gestures grandly at the door. He's pretty sure the damn thing is reinforced anyway and Grace will have legitimate questions if she suddenly feels like someone broke her foot.
Reply
Leave a comment