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Closed RP: The Morgan-Petrelli Tent

Aug 11, 2007 11:14

Damn, he had gotten dressed up for this? Surprise marriageStill, Peter Petrelli was hardly a man to fight fate - he tended to run face first into it - so he just calmly collected himself and headed down to the tent village. At least, by the looks of the rather large crowd, he wasn't the only person roped into this ( Read more... )

algaliarept, rachel morgan, family values, peter petrelli, rp

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likeabadpenny August 12 2007, 13:45:25 UTC

It would have at least been nice to have a pleasant sleep of some kind. Unfortunately, that was growing more and more impossible for Peter's mind - even since he'd exploded, he'd had dreams every night. Possibilities of what could have happened; if Nathan hadn't arrived quickly enough, if he hadn't taken action when he had, if Sylar had won the fight. Even being exhausted didn't spare him. Today, it was one of the variations that Peter really despised and worried over - if he'd exploded right in the middle of Kirby Plaza.

With a sharp gasp, Peter woke up all too suddenly, right in the middle of trying to reach out and warn somebody. The motion carried over and sent Peter toppling out of bed, landing face-first on the floor. His mind still reeling with images of people burning alive, he rolled over onto his back and simply lay there. Peter cracked his jaw back into its rightful position.

Oh, christ. The memory of yesterday came back in a rush. But the very end of last night hadn't been so bad - it had been really nice, actually, once ( ... )

racheltherunner August 13 2007, 10:04:31 UTC

My jaw was set, eyes burning into the demon. And anywhere but Peter. There was a sour lurch of my stomach at Peter's tone, as Al gave away my nasty little secrets. Briefly closing my eyes, I then refocused on Al ( ... )

phobophilia August 13 2007, 10:20:11 UTC

"I'm sorry, I'm bothering you?" Algaliarept mocked, folding his hands neatly on his knee and watching them curiously. "I don't want you in the ever after Rachel Mariana Morgan, not yet. If I had, I would have done that last night when you were using ley-lines." Honestly, did he have to explain everything?

He chuckled as Peter moved sideways again, never letting Rachel come in between them. Peter hadn't yet replied to Rachel's explanation; either he was agreeing to talk about it later, or he just didn't have anything to say. The demon desperately wanted to know which.

Algaliarept sighed loudly. "I must admit, this is getting very repetitive. All this telling me to leave and trying to taunt me, it's just... so pénible. Tedious, boring, tiring. We could all get along so much better if you'd stop that." The demon held up a hand, letting the red mist of the ever after swirl gently and form into a three foot length of steel pole, which he began to spin lazily between his fingers. Peter's flinch was delicious"Tell me, why don't we shift ( ... )

racheltherunner August 13 2007, 10:29:42 UTC

He hadn't changed yet. That was the one good thing about this entire nightmare, and I clung to that. What Peter would do if he saw what happened when the demon played on my scar... Well, I was quite certain I'd never have to worry about making enough pancakes for us again.

I blanched and looked over at Peter. Damn it. Reaching out quickly, I took his hand, giving it a tiny squeeze as I tried for a light tone, "Jesus, Pete, you should know better. There's nothing in his mind but sports scores and bad porn. You'd be bored stiff."

His jab about the ley-lines made me flinch, visibly. It was true. And I'd just been throwing that around for fun. God, I was stupid.

Suddenly, I was pretty sure why Al was here. My mind flashed to just a little bit ago. I'd been happy. For one of the rare times since coming here, I'd been happy. Of course Al would show up and try to ruin that. It's what he did ( ... )

likeabadpenny August 13 2007, 10:46:27 UTC

Eyes fixated on the pole that the demon was spinning, Peter barely noticed when Rachel squeezed his hand and spoke to him. His attempt to read the demon's mind hadn't ended so well - telepathic feedback was a bitch - and if telekinesis didn't work, what would?

"Can't look away, can you?" Algaliarept's voice snapped Peter out of his thoughts. "After all, the last time you saw one of these, you let it go through your head. Possessing a death wish, Peter Petrelli?"

Peter tensed up, but the demon was already returning his attention to Rachel, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "And I wouldn't worry about that fascinating piece of information, little witch. I already got 'the dish' from Paciscory himself. We've known each other a long time, he and I."

Languidly, the demon started spinning the pole in the opposite direction, watching Rachel and Peter. "I'm just here to... fill you in, shall we say. On all the nasty little details you've so foolishly neglected to tell each other. It's only right, if you're going to be married."

racheltherunner August 13 2007, 11:05:04 UTC

Snarling, I reached out quickly, my hands closing on nothing more than red vapor as I tried to take the pole from Al. At least it was gone. Worriedly, I looked over at Peter. Through his head?

Not now, Rachel. Focus.

And of course he'd know the demon. "Funny. Pac never mentioned you." Untrue, but I was blustering, trying to think.

...Wait. Peter had tried to read Al's mind? He could freaking read minds? Had he read mine? Okay, add another thing to the list of topics I was going to freak out about later. Instead, I just decided to try and use that. Somehow.

Thinking as loudly as I could, directing my thoughts at Peter and trying, through some mental wall, to keep them from Al, I tried to communicate a plan.

Listen. Al digs up whatever you're most scared of. He makes it real. Can you disappear and get away?"Gee, and here I was hoping you were here to give us a toaster. A lot more useful than your chatter," I blustered, trying to cover for if Peter managed to actually get my message. My hand squeezed his again, ( ... )

likeabadpenny August 13 2007, 12:42:20 UTC

"Jesus, Rachel, I'm not leaving," Peter raised his voice in frustration, untangling his hand from Rachel's. "I'm not a child, stop trying to tell me what to do." He didn't care if this demon could find whatever he was scared of, it was just images so far. Nothing he couldn't handle.

Algaliarept simply smiled benevolently at Rachel's blustering, folding his hands on his lap again. Peter knew he'd like nothing more than to get rid of him somehow, but the pole he'd held had vanished into must - would the demon do the same thing?

"My chatter can be extremely useful," the demon commented dismissively, examining his nails and flicking away a sliver of orange. "For instance, Rachel Mariana Morgan, do you know exactly what Peter can do? I'm sure he hasn't told you everything. He's already nearly killed his brother, nearly killed half of New York because he's so pathetic at controlling himself. Who's to say, the next time you get him angry, it won't happen again?" The demon sighed sadly. "It would deprive me of so much fun. I could take that ( ... )

racheltherunner August 13 2007, 12:48:29 UTC

As Peter's hand was yanked from mine I bit back a curse.

Peter, you stubborn idiot. LISTEN TO ME.

And then Al was talking. And I... God help me, I listened. But I didn't believe it. More to the point, I didn't care. And even if I did, what the demon said next wiped every other thought out of my head.

Oh, God. "Don't." The word came out like a plea, a curse. "Peter, stop, please..."

No.

There was one way to stop this, one way to get Al away from Peter. Until I could explain.

It would probably end badly for me, but there wasn't any other way. Not that I could think of.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Peter. Just for a second. God, what was I about to do? I didn't have many more chances, here. I couldn't possibly have many more close calls in my hand. One of these times, I was going to risk too much.

But I had to.

"Algaliarept." My eyes turned back to the demon. Resigned. "I summon you."

Oh, God.

phobophilia August 13 2007, 13:04:56 UTC

"Oh, you do, do you?" Algaliarept scowled fiercely, standing slowly. "Just when I'm about to give your little friend something he really, desperately wants? That's a little selfish, don't you think?"

Looking between Rachel and the demon, Peter narrowed his eyes, wondering what was going on. His thoughts were still circling around the fact that Algaliarept said he could remove the unstable radioactive power. It would make his life so much easier, not worrying about it.

"Anyway, I said I didn't come here on business," Algaliarept continued, breaking Peter out of his thoughts. "And I'm not interested in getting caught up in this silly fight, again. So, Rachel Mariana Morgan, release the summon, and I'll leave. Easy as that."

Snake-like as the demon's smile was, he was serious. He'd only wanted to play with them a little, the real business could come later.

racheltherunner August 13 2007, 13:07:55 UTC

"No." I was shaking, but determined. I was also half out of my mind for doing this. "I want to find out how much something would cost, first." I flashed the demon a smile, grim and cold.

"I want you to leave Peter alone. All the way alone. No tempting him with your deals, no tormenting him, nothing." My chin went up defiantly, but I sure as hell wasn't looking at Peter. He didn't understand. So I was going to have to protect him.

"How much, Al?"

phobophilia August 13 2007, 13:20:26 UTC

Algaliarept threw back his head and laughed loudly, genuinely delighted at this turn of events. Rachel just couldn't control herself, could she?

"I'm afraid that, my little witch, would be a price you're not willing to give. You already have my aura, you have my mark, what else? The only thing left is your soul," the demon smiled slowly.

Peter glanced at Rachel, his eyebrows raised in alarm. He didn't yet fully grasp exactly what a deal with a demon involved, but he knew enough that he didn't want Rachel doing one on his behalf.

Algaliarept paused to chew on another strawberry, looking at them both like they were the best entertainment he'd had in years. "Face it, Rachel Mariana Morgan. You have nothing left to give. If I take your soul, the ends this delicious little fight we have, and no matter how good it would be to drag you into the ever after, I'm not willing to take your soul yet. If you like, you can run to your yellow-eyed friend, he might give you a discount."

racheltherunner August 13 2007, 13:29:43 UTC

Gritting my teeth, I exhaled. Slowly. My eyes darted over to Peter and then back to the demon ( ... )

phobophilia August 13 2007, 14:09:07 UTC

Algaliarept simply grinned at the offer, wide and menacing. "Didn't I just say that I wouldn't take that deal? You need to learn to listen," he reprimanded lowly, stepping closer to Rachel. "While it is absolutely wonderful that you'd even consider it, I told you. I'm not done playingHe was expecting some form of attack, and when it came, the demon was well prepared. Honestly, why did Peter think is such a great idea to just try and punch him? Hadn't he learned anything from this whole conversation? Algaliarept simply stepped back, smoothly shifted into the form he loved to torment Piscory with, and used Peter's momentum to throw him into the kitchen ( ... )

racheltherunner August 13 2007, 14:18:34 UTC

"Peter!"

Furious, I stepped forward towards Al, baring my teeth. "Get out of my house, you son of a bitch."

Not waiting for his parting shot, I ran into the kitchen, quickly kneeling beside Peter. "God, are you all right?"

Relief washed over me in a wave so strong my hands actually started to shake. Pressing my forehead to my knee, I breathed out a tiny laugh. He'd refused the deal. Frustration came next, though, prickling at the back of my neck and making me ill. He refused the deal because I could lead him to people.

Bastard.

My head came up, my eyes red but dry. "I'll leave. I'm sorry. I'll leave." My hand half reached out to touch his shoulder, but I let it fall back, fingers curling back to my palm. "But promise me, Peter, please, that you won't make a deal with him. It's not worth it. Whatever he offers you, it is not worth it."

likeabadpenny August 13 2007, 14:49:56 UTC

Glancing over Rachel's shoulder just in time to see the demon chuckle and vanish with a wisp of red smoke, Peter frowned slightly, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, I'm fine. I heal pretty quick," he mumbled, irritated at his own lack of success. It had looked so easy to just jump over and punch him, knock him out, maybe. But the demon obviously had more tricks than he anticipated ( ... )

racheltherunner August 13 2007, 14:59:48 UTC

Of all the things in the world I was anticipating Peter saying at that moment, that certainly wasn't it. For a second I just stared at him, obviously shocked. He didn't want me to leave ( ... )

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