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entranceway2014-02-17 08:36 am
vampdetective) wrote in entranceway2014-02-17 08:36 am
Entry tags:
- bastion: the kid,
- btvs: angel,
- doctor who: the 10th doctor,
- glee: quinn fabray,
- good omens: adam young,
- good omens: crowley,
- harry potter: james potter,
- my bloody valentine: tom hanniger,
- once upon a time: dr. whale,
- once upon a time: peter pan,
- once upon a time: regina mills,
- penumbra: philip,
- supernatural: adam milligan,
- supernatural: castiel,
- supernatural: meg,
- teen wolf: lydia martin,
- the caster chronicles: lena duchannes
[ 002 | Video ]
I need everyone to listen closely.
[It's unusual for Angel to show his face on the network, especially if it comes to leaving a message of his own. He'll reply to people here and there, but largely, he doesn't think it's worth the effort -- phones being the invention of a bored warlock and all.
But this is different. This is urgent, and it's written all over his face, his jaw squared and his mouth set in a hard line, tense.]
Your pal Tom that started warning people over the network, apologizing for this creep from his world? Don't trust him. In fact, stay as far away from him as you can -- lock yourselves in, do whatever you have to do, but do it immediately. He's the one responsible for these murders.
[He hadn't been sure at first. He'd smelled the blood of more than one of the victims on Tom when they'd gone to investigate one of the more recent crime scenes together, but it hadn't been enough to go on -- Tom could have just gone to two or three different sites to help handle the aftermath and picked it up that way -- but then Angel himself had gone to each and every point of discovery. Every one.
And at each one, he caught the same scent. None of them belonged to this 'Harry Warden,' but each and every trail lead back to the same place.
He hadn't wanted to believe it at first, thought he had to have been mistaken, but his senses had never lead him wrong before now. People were surprising where demons and other vampires were predictable. Angel expected better from humans, admired humanity for what it was -- there were always bad apples, but even after two and a half centuries, he wasn't used to them coming in mild-mannered packages like Tom Hanniger.
Just goes to show. And yet, something about it still didn't sit right with him, like it couldn't possibly be as cut and dry as Tom lying, but there's no time for him to try and pick that apart now. What matters is keeping people away from him, getting Tom contained somehow and keeping him from doing any more harm than he already has.]
Every one of these crimes leads back to him. There is no Harry Warden, that story is nothing but a decoy.
Do not try to go after him on your own. He might be human, but that means he's unpredictable-- this guys is killing like he's got nothing to lose. Get yourselves somewhere safe, each and every one of you. Arm yourselves if you have to, just in case.
This will be over soon. I promise.
[He plans to see to that personally.]
[It's unusual for Angel to show his face on the network, especially if it comes to leaving a message of his own. He'll reply to people here and there, but largely, he doesn't think it's worth the effort -- phones being the invention of a bored warlock and all.
But this is different. This is urgent, and it's written all over his face, his jaw squared and his mouth set in a hard line, tense.]
Your pal Tom that started warning people over the network, apologizing for this creep from his world? Don't trust him. In fact, stay as far away from him as you can -- lock yourselves in, do whatever you have to do, but do it immediately. He's the one responsible for these murders.
[He hadn't been sure at first. He'd smelled the blood of more than one of the victims on Tom when they'd gone to investigate one of the more recent crime scenes together, but it hadn't been enough to go on -- Tom could have just gone to two or three different sites to help handle the aftermath and picked it up that way -- but then Angel himself had gone to each and every point of discovery. Every one.
And at each one, he caught the same scent. None of them belonged to this 'Harry Warden,' but each and every trail lead back to the same place.
He hadn't wanted to believe it at first, thought he had to have been mistaken, but his senses had never lead him wrong before now. People were surprising where demons and other vampires were predictable. Angel expected better from humans, admired humanity for what it was -- there were always bad apples, but even after two and a half centuries, he wasn't used to them coming in mild-mannered packages like Tom Hanniger.
Just goes to show. And yet, something about it still didn't sit right with him, like it couldn't possibly be as cut and dry as Tom lying, but there's no time for him to try and pick that apart now. What matters is keeping people away from him, getting Tom contained somehow and keeping him from doing any more harm than he already has.]
Every one of these crimes leads back to him. There is no Harry Warden, that story is nothing but a decoy.
Do not try to go after him on your own. He might be human, but that means he's unpredictable-- this guys is killing like he's got nothing to lose. Get yourselves somewhere safe, each and every one of you. Arm yourselves if you have to, just in case.
This will be over soon. I promise.
[He plans to see to that personally.]
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[No one who's human, and consequentially vulnerable, is feeling safe after this; Adam's sure as hell not trusting promises that everything's going to be all right. How is anyone supposed to trust anyone anymore?
Adam's emotions are wound tightly in when he speaks again.]
Thanks for telling us, anyway.
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[And that means he can keep a close eye on the situation, whereas before it had been left unchecked. Nobody had known to watch Tom. Nobody would have even thought of it, mild-mannered as he seemed to be.]
I just wish I'd found out sooner.
[No deaths would have been preferable.]
Whatever I find out, you'll know. Once it's conclusive.
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Try as he might not to let this get personal, it is. It's not even that Tom looks like some long-lost twin of Dean's, it's that there'd been something dark and twisted inside the man, and when his fuse had been lit, he'd gone off with a bang. Bloodthirsty. A monster. Not even close to human, for all that he might be human. Adam almost wishes someone will find out Tom had been controlled by something else, if just to keep the answer from being that there's something wrong about Tom, like there's something wrong about Adam.]
If it were that easy, monsters wouldn't be so hard to spot.
[Regardless of who's really guilty or who's really responsible, all it really means in the end is that a person can't trust anybody, even if they look normal, human.]
I won't hold my breath. But good luck to you guys.
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[Even for him, for all his heightened senses, for all his experience and knowing exactly what to look for and where. Sometimes you still missed them, and people still got hurt, and there was no taking that back. Once it was done, it was done.]
I appreciate it. I'm going to do whatever I can.
... did you know him?
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Without him having found Tom out, things could have been worse. Adam has to hand it to him there. But had he known Tom?
Where to even start? His thoughts on that subject could fill a book, or at least a drunken ramble.]
Sort of, not really. But no one really knew him, obviously, if this is what happened.
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[If he'd managed to surprise even those closest to him, then nobody really knew him at all. Either he was an incredible actor, or whatever had caused this was just buried deep.]
I'm going to take care of the last crime scene. Then see about containment for when--
[You know. When he gets back.]
Hopefully people will be able to sleep a little easier now.
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Adam wouldn't stop being thankful he could hide behind the audio-only function for a long while yet. Out of sight, he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. He's used to his own mangled body, his own mangled flesh, not other people's.]
Doubt it.
[He could have tried to say "yeah, maybe" or something like it, but it's false sentiment and Adam can't bring himself to pretend, even for a near stranger. That big, relieved exhale Angel's thinking of is more like a choking ball of pressure in Adam's chest.]
Go, yeah. Do what you have to.