there's a vulture perching right off screen

[knowmycall]

[ooc note: Should you decide to tag Fletcher with a demon, please do so with extreme caution. He is not in the best mindset right now and is very, very, very likely to attack. Violently. Also, feel free to place him anywhere in the city for tagging purposes, as long as there's a sidewalk there.]

Fletcher's plane arrived at O'Hare four hours ago.

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[thrillofthekill]

Vincent's smoking on a street corner, despite the fact that he quit ages ago. Something about the quiet's making him jittery. Chicago always feels like a sustained note just waiting for the snap of the piano wire. Archangels don't get calmer when it's quiet- they get more antsy.

He can't remember the last time he hunted.

But he recognizes that look in Fletcher's eyes. Even if his wings weren't out and tucked neatly against his suit, the black and dull gray blending into the black of the suit and the shadows of the building he's leaning on, he'd know it.

"Welcome to Chicago," he mutters, flicking his cigarette away and stomping on it. "You missed peak season."

[knowmycall]

Fletcher tenses at the sudden sound of a voice directed at him but relaxes, visibly, once he meets Vincent's gaze. "Oh," he breathes, letting his guard down for the first time in weeks and letting it show that he's done so for the first time in years. "Hello. Thanks. What?"

Disjointed. That's what his thought process has been for the past handful of hours, and it's starting to show through his speech, in his movement. He swears he just blinked one eye at a time.

"Is it really that obvious that I'm new here? Y'know, aside from my luggage and accent and disoriented look. And the fact that I have no idea what season you're talkin' about."

Now, he thinks, would be a good time to stop talking.

[thrillofthekill]

Vincent snickers and runs a hand through his hair. "You can always tell around here. And by season, I mean, you missed Chicago when it's at its craziest. We're havin' a dry spell right now. That always spells bad news."

He steps forward, offering a hand. "Vincent Sterling. I'm the leader of the archangel forces here."

[knowmycall]

A memory flickers in the back of Fletcher's mind. Plagues. Right. He's sure glad he missed that.

"Aye?" He looks both surprised and relieved when Vincent introduces himself. Of all the angels he could've crossed paths with... "Glad t'meet ya, Vincent."

There's a bit of hesitation in his own introduction; he's not sure if he should drag the Order into this more than he already has. So, after a moment, he settles on introducing himself as Fletcher Hadley instead of General Fletcher Hadley and shakes Vincent's hand.