happy late halloween!! cw: needles

[wotanon]

Who: :)
Where: :)
When: 169 morning

[ if you happen to catch a glimpse at a TV screen, bright and early this morning --

the signal on the screen is live! and it seems to be split into two halves, vertically. on one side, you have a dimly-lit image of an angel in a straightjacket. there's light illuminating them from above but the surroundings are too dark to decipher where they are exactly; one can see, however, syringe needles protruding from various spots on the angel's body, many of them connected to tubes that lead offscreen. The tubes are filled with a blue light, as though extracting the angel's essence, though many needles stab through with syringes emptied of their contents and only serving the purpose of making a pincushion of the creature now.

on the other side of the screen, there's two idols chained up against a dungeon wall, hands bound above them and manacles on their ankles as well. those who've been in the House of Mirth previously may recognize it as the dungeon -- the sconces on the wall are lit, this time, clearly showing the previously-dark surroundings.

there's a figure beside them, easily seven feet tall. they're wearing either a mask or maybe it's just their real head -- it's an elongated goat skull, at the very least, with long, twisted horns. they're wearing a dark black cloak that seems to hide almost all of their body. they're holding pliers, but even their hands are gloved as if to hide anything identifying. and when they speak -- their voice is filtered, warped as if coming through a loudspeaker. ]

Are we all ready for the show to begin?

((The actual contents of the broadcast will be in a top level below! Characters can react in this post but there's no two-way communication with the people on screen.))

Comments

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ coming in, probably a little later than the most. he doesn't have any immediate useful input, so he just sits down close to Intensity and eavesdrops on other conversations to get a better feel for the current situation. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity wanders the lab, exchanging information or talking down (to) the various people that come in while his eye/computer continually oscillates with the hum of FiN power. Somehow he always ends up back near where B, Yvette, and Man Eater are - even if he doesn't directly address them. A source of comfort maybe.

Though there is a noticeable reaction (maybe just looking a little more pale than his normal nerd complexion) to the angel revealing it's final form - head splitting open to reveal nothing but bright light.

Fucking angels.]

Ridiculous...

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ if he notices the change in expression, he doesn't comment on it. instead, he remarks absently, somewhat pointlessly: ]

Ah... I saw 'em do that once before.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

When?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ a little dry ]

When he had an embarrassed screeching fit because we read his diary.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Did you almost die up in heaven, Izumu? Did you...!?]

And you calmed him down, how?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ IT WAS FINE. probably.

he hmms thoughtfully at the question, thinking back on it. ]

He chilled out once he took his diary back and dunked Absinthe in a pool of holy water for good measure. And Dia patted him on the—[ a pause; he was going to say head, but who really knows what part was the head ]— ... uh, patted him a little, too.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So not completely berserk.

. . .

Still.

Not a form you want to mess with. Obviously.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ as his eyes remain fixed on the broadcast, brow furrowed as the last bit of it unfolds. ]

Unless you're our guy in the goat mask, apparently.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If this was a fourth-rate manga, they'd be doing this to harvest his holy power or something.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Maybe something like that... If that was the plan all along, you'd think they woulda used restraints that could actually hold him. Unless those just don't exist.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If they haven't seen a real angel in so long, who knows if they even know how to restrain them?

[carnivorouscarnival]

Seems like a bad move to provoke something you can't control... But I can't really guess what they're thinking with this little information.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Exactly. We don't know what happened to the angel after that.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ gives a frustrated huff, running a hand through his hair. ]

Tch. 'Course they'd cut it off at the good part.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Of course they did.

I'm going to make sure the healers have transportation.

...

Req, too.

[carnivorouscarnival]

. . .

Thanks. I appreciate it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Good.

Then I'll leave anything that happens after to you and yours.