Yeah! Yeah. [ Settling in. To hell. The idea of eternity has been nipping at her heels and she's starting to run out of ways to outpace it. ] I started at the hospital and the Little Hades Gazette, and um, I'm looking for artists for this jewelry thing I'm thinking about doing. And a friend of mine is going to teach me how to fight, so I'm busy at least.
The video feed is tilted at an odd angle, as the phone has tumbled over onto its side on a table next to the bed that he's stretched out on, catching part of his arm, one shoulder, and his head in the frame. He's propped up against the headboard, his head ducked and arms apparently outstretched behind him. He's not wearing a shirt, which means that there's a decent bit of naked, bloody skin presently visible. The source of that blood seems to be from a long, deep cut that runs all the way down that arm, which intersecting with another that crosses down over his shoulder. The bleeding seems to have mostly stopped, but there's also a slow drip of blood trickling down from his scalp, likely from a wound hidden by his hair.
He stirs slightly at the sound of the phone's dull thud against the table, but he doesn't look up yet. ]
[ She's horrified. Of course she is. She's not used to blood yet, even when so many people come to the hospital covered in theirs or someone else's. There have been a couple of days so far when she's come back to the Hive with the smell of it thick in her nose.
She can't smell this, but the scent is there, hovering in her memory.
Sarah has never seen someone she knows hurt this way. Kate was cursed, horrible but bloodless. This is different. The blood seems lurid and unreal. That steady dripping from Michael's scalp makes her want to throw up.]
[ Michael's head does jerk up abruptly when he hears his name. While his eyes weren't closed, they were vacant, and they're still slow to focus on the source of that familiar voice. For a fraction of a second there's something ancient, distant and unrecognizable behind them, but as she continues to speak, Michael seems to shake himself slightly out of it. The blood trickling down one side of his face doesn't seem to actually be bothering him.
Now that his head is up, she'll be able to see something that looks like a strip of leather drawn tight across his throat, and a little further across his bloody chest. If she's able to squint closely enough, she might notice that there's an odd-looking mark seemingly carved into the center of his chest, though it's somewhat obscured at the moment.
It takes him a moment to clear his throat and properly find his voice. ]
[ That distant, terrible expression only worries her more.
She'll need to stop at the hospital and get an emergency kit, one of the ones with stuff for stitches and bandages. Her hands are already starting to tremble. She's practiced stitches a couple of times on discarded limbs, and that was enough to send her running for a bathroom. Sticking a needle into someone she cares about is something else entirely.
She's trying very hard not to focus too directly on his injuries.]
[ More questions that Michael has no particular intention of answering. His expression twists briefly into a faint scowl, and that shoulder tenses as if he's pulling on his arm, but it doesn't budge. He can't even use his grace to reach toward the phone and it's immensely frustrating. He exhales in a heavy sigh, knowing that there's absolutely nothing that he can do right now, about any of this. ]
Sarah. I don't need help.
[ His tone has settled back into something almost eerily calm, given the circumstances. It's difficult to explain to a human that this is nothing consequential to a being like him. He's at least vaguely aware of how terrible it must look to someone who probably isn't used to seeing blood. ]
You can't come here.
[ Definitely not right now. He's just grateful that she doesn't know where Lucifer's house is, because there's only one way he can think of to stop at at this point. And he would rather not try it. ]
Michael's calm, perpetual as it is, does reassure her a little. But it's not enough to make her give up, not when somehow a strip of leather is enough to keep him tied down. It's as surreal as the blood and that awful dripping. Nothing should be able to do that to him. Nothing. He should be able to burn that strip to ash without a thought.
She's nervous, knowing he won't be happy with what she's about to say, but that's not going to stop her. Hopefully if he knows anything about her by now, he knows that. ]
If you really don't need help, I need a reason not to get it for you. Please tell me why I shouldn't go to the police. Just tell me why I shouldn't worry and I won't.
[ Sarah couldn't possibly know that there are sigils carved into that leather, and into his very skin though they're difficult to discern from her vantage point. Not that she will understand what they mean even if she does manage to make them out. But they're keeping his grace contained, leaving him powerless to pull out of the more physical restraints.
He opens his mouth to reply, but at the mention of the police he pauses to flick his tongue over his bloody lips, wondering if there's any way that they could find him with just this video. Possibly. He hadn't expected her to try to use that as leverage. ]
My brother will be back soon.
[ He relaxes that strain with a visible effort, sinking back slightly against the headboard. The next words don't come quite as easily, because honestly? Even though this isn't a small or even a particularly dark room, hearing a voice other than his own is more of a relief than he would care to admit. ]
No! That's supposed to get me to not call the police?
[ She feels like someone is squeezing the air out of her chest. Lucifer. Lucifer is responsible. That makes a hideous kind of sense. His presence in her dreams just became terrifying. ]
I'm not going to leave you alone.
[ Chloe. That's who she can call. Forget trying to find someone at the LHPD who will act on this now, she can call Chloe directly and make sure someone does.
But that means hanging up on Michael, and she just told him she won't do that. ]
Hey marshmallow-blondie, long time no hear from. How you doing? I have an idea you might like, if you've got a few minutes to meet up at Hellbucks or somewhere.
[ Gabriel doesn't worry so much about sinkholes, and as such he's been here a little while, and has already grabbed a table that isn't sticky and doesn't wobble too much. Which isn't easy, in this place.
Still, he's got a chai, he's ordered her a coffee, there's a slice of cake waiting for her too. The kids had a hard time of it, and maybe this will make her feel better. Or at least keep her strength up.
And there's also a big brass key on the table, by her coffee. ]
I was beginning to think I'd have to send out a search party. You okay?
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Also doing okay. You settled in yet?
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Yeah! Yeah. [ Settling in. To hell. The idea of eternity has been nipping at her heels and she's starting to run out of ways to outpace it. ] I started at the hospital and the Little Hades Gazette, and um, I'm looking for artists for this jewelry thing I'm thinking about doing. And a friend of mine is going to teach me how to fight, so I'm busy at least.
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— come again?
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Yeah.
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I mean, I can guess, but — has someone been giving you a hard time?
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The video feed is tilted at an odd angle, as the phone has tumbled over onto its side on a table next to the bed that he's stretched out on, catching part of his arm, one shoulder, and his head in the frame. He's propped up against the headboard, his head ducked and arms apparently outstretched behind him. He's not wearing a shirt, which means that there's a decent bit of naked, bloody skin presently visible. The source of that blood seems to be from a long, deep cut that runs all the way down that arm, which intersecting with another that crosses down over his shoulder. The bleeding seems to have mostly stopped, but there's also a slow drip of blood trickling down from his scalp, likely from a wound hidden by his hair.
He stirs slightly at the sound of the phone's dull thud against the table, but he doesn't look up yet. ]
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[ She's horrified. Of course she is. She's not used to blood yet, even when so many people come to the hospital covered in theirs or someone else's. There have been a couple of days so far when she's come back to the Hive with the smell of it thick in her nose.
She can't smell this, but the scent is there, hovering in her memory.
Sarah has never seen someone she knows hurt this way. Kate was cursed, horrible but bloodless. This is different. The blood seems lurid and unreal. That steady dripping from Michael's scalp makes her want to throw up.]
Can you hear me? What happened?
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Now that his head is up, she'll be able to see something that looks like a strip of leather drawn tight across his throat, and a little further across his bloody chest. If she's able to squint closely enough, she might notice that there's an odd-looking mark seemingly carved into the center of his chest, though it's somewhat obscured at the moment.
It takes him a moment to clear his throat and properly find his voice. ]
I'm alright, Sarah.
[ Despite appearances. ]
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[ That distant, terrible expression only worries her more.
She'll need to stop at the hospital and get an emergency kit, one of the ones with stuff for stitches and bandages. Her hands are already starting to tremble. She's practiced stitches a couple of times on discarded limbs, and that was enough to send her running for a bathroom. Sticking a needle into someone she cares about is something else entirely.
She's trying very hard not to focus too directly on his injuries.]
How did this happen?
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Sarah. I don't need help.
[ His tone has settled back into something almost eerily calm, given the circumstances. It's difficult to explain to a human that this is nothing consequential to a being like him. He's at least vaguely aware of how terrible it must look to someone who probably isn't used to seeing blood. ]
You can't come here.
[ Definitely not right now. He's just grateful that she doesn't know where Lucifer's house is, because there's only one way he can think of to stop at at this point. And he would rather not try it. ]
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[ Sarah saw the scowl. Her stomach flip-flops.
Michael's calm, perpetual as it is, does reassure her a little. But it's not enough to make her give up, not when somehow a strip of leather is enough to keep him tied down. It's as surreal as the blood and that awful dripping. Nothing should be able to do that to him. Nothing. He should be able to burn that strip to ash without a thought.
She's nervous, knowing he won't be happy with what she's about to say, but that's not going to stop her. Hopefully if he knows anything about her by now, he knows that. ]
If you really don't need help, I need a reason not to get it for you. Please tell me why I shouldn't go to the police. Just tell me why I shouldn't worry and I won't.
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He opens his mouth to reply, but at the mention of the police he pauses to flick his tongue over his bloody lips, wondering if there's any way that they could find him with just this video. Possibly. He hadn't expected her to try to use that as leverage. ]
My brother will be back soon.
[ He relaxes that strain with a visible effort, sinking back slightly against the headboard. The next words don't come quite as easily, because honestly? Even though this isn't a small or even a particularly dark room, hearing a voice other than his own is more of a relief than he would care to admit. ]
Just hang up the phone, Sarah. Please.
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[ She feels like someone is squeezing the air out of her chest. Lucifer. Lucifer is responsible. That makes a hideous kind of sense. His presence in her dreams just became terrifying. ]
I'm not going to leave you alone.
[ Chloe. That's who she can call. Forget trying to find someone at the LHPD who will act on this now, she can call Chloe directly and make sure someone does.
But that means hanging up on Michael, and she just told him she won't do that. ]
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crashing in here
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would you be willing to help me with something?
it's very important
you saw nothing
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i was hoping you (as a woman) could tell me some things that women (from your land) find attractive in men (around my age)
fashion-wise, that is
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Okay, maybe he should give her some context. ]
i asked kenzi to have a date with me and she said yes and now i'd like to surprise her
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[ AND LO, about forty-five minutes later because she had to find a way around a sink hole that ate a street, she trots in to ye olde Starspawnbucks. ]
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Still, he's got a chai, he's ordered her a coffee, there's a slice of cake waiting for her too. The kids had a hard time of it, and maybe this will make her feel better. Or at least keep her strength up.
And there's also a big brass key on the table, by her coffee. ]
I was beginning to think I'd have to send out a search party. You okay?