I have seen the future, brother, it is murder.

[iron_and_latin]

((closed RP for Sam and the Master))

(It's like an old picture in black and white from some noir film, a beautiful woman smoking a cigarette, the man across from her sipping something expensive from a highball glass. They're talking, words he doesn't quite understand, and there's laughter in their tones, an almost lightness. He recognizes her, it'

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[hear_the_drums]

The Master hadn't exactly been expecting any visitors, but then, he rarely did. Still, he usually had a sense of when people were about to show up, and the fact that this sense had failed him in this particular instance was unnerving.

He left the lights low inside City Hall and went to open the door. And he certainly had to hand it to Sam Winchester; he was one of the last people the Master had thought to find on the other side.

"Hello," he said quietly, his expression betraying a -faked- delight at seeing the young man.

[iron_and_latin]

"Hey," Sam answered, himself all pleasantness. He was holding his usual Mickey-Mouse notebook and Disney Princess pen, and he scribbled something down at the sight of the Master. "Sorry to bug you. I'm helping Cayce out with an update on her census; I don't know if you've noticed but there's been a lot of disappearances lately, so we thought it might be a good idea to do a bit of a door-to-door thing this time around."

[hear_the_drums]

That... was exactly the wrong thing to be bringing up.

As the disappearances had been more than noticed by the Master, and he had been trying his very hardest to ignore it. All of it. For reasons that this young man would not be privy to.

"Mm. And what precisely is the point of involving you in this census? As I recall, a piece of paper tacked onto a bulletin board seemed to serve her well in the past."

No. No, strangely enough the child was lying. And it wouldn't have been quite so obvious were it not for a wave of psychokinetic energy that the Master could almost taste, the way it radiated outward from Sam Winchester, and he couldn't believe he never noticed it before, if only due to the sheer magnitude of it.

[iron_and_latin]

Sam half shrugged.

"Not everybody pays attention to stuff on the message board," he pointed out. "I thought, given how freaky the whole situation is, people might feel better if we had something a little more definitive. I know it'd make me."

He allowed a vaguely anxious expression to appear in his eyes and a concerned tone in his voice, playing it a bit naive, a bit timorous, hoping that might make the man a little less on-guard. He knew he was probably in way over his head here, and dealing with something a bit different than his usual, but he could only try and hope that he might get away with it. "Your friend the Doctor can be pretty flighty about answering the censuses, for example." He shrugged again.

[hear_the_drums]

"Oh, this isn't fun, my boy." He knocked the flailing hand out of the way and moved back around to stand in front of Sam Winchester. Something else was retrieved from a pocket, harder to see this time. "This is science."

He sliced into the younger man's forearm, deep enough to get the blood running freely.

[iron_and_latin]

"Bull," Sam grunted as the knife dug in. Someone with sharp enough eyes might have noticed a long, faint scar just next to where the blade pierced his skin. "That's what they always say, it's nothing personal Sam, it's an experiment, it's for the greater good, the bigger picture, yada yada. I still just see a guy slicing into my arm with a knife."

[hear_the_drums]

The Master did have sharp enough eyes. And pairing the scar with the interesting angst, it prompted a few extra questions. "Ah, so this sort of thing happens to you often then? Always a shame not to be the first."

The mystery object happened to be a vial. He let the blood from the gash drip into it.

[iron_and_latin]

"Yeah. He was a psycho too. What the hell are you doing?"

[una_harlequin]

Some time later, perhaps an hour insofar as an hour could be measured, a slim figure in a dark blue dress could be seen quietly approaching City Hall.

Una glanced around out of habit, seeing no-one. That the door was ajar was unusual, and this time when she knocked, she didn't wait for him to answer, instead pushing the door open the rest of the way and taking a step inside.

[hear_the_drums]

He was sitting in the only chair the room had, sipping something expensive from a highball glass. Twirling a prize between his fingers.

His eyes wandered slowly up to where she was standing. There was something playing at the corners of his mouth, but it seemed keen on keeping hidden.

[una_harlequin]

Una raised an eyebrow. "You look-" She considered the possible adjectives, and finally selected, "-pleased."

She took out her lighter and a cigarette and lit one. Crossed the room slowly, one foot deliberately placed in front of the other, and stopped a few paces away, hand on hip. She looked curiously at the object in his hand but, unable to tell what exactly it was, chose not to comment on it just yet.

[hear_the_drums]

The object was slipped into his inner jacket pocket without any ominous cues. No foreboding chords. Nothing important.

"Had a good day," he said ambiguously, as though 'pleased' discribed such a natural state for him. His glass raised in her direction. "Drink?"