Day 62; Video 002

[bostonhowler]

[She's walking near the rotten piers, looking at her wrist. Her wings behind her are fluttering in the slight breeze.]

I was wondering if anyone had seen any barbecues around? It's cold, but I'm from Boston, so we're used to winter barbecuing.

I was going to -

[She trips and falls forward.]

Ow, what's -

[Her wrist twists as she scrambles away screaming in that high-pitched horror movie way. There's a brief flash of legs and then a flare of fire as the wooden piers catch behind her.

She's framed in flame, staring at the half a body.]

HUNTERS!

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[hung_garian]

The pier's on fire. Didja notice?

[bostonhowler]

... No.

[Except she can't stop it because... dead body. She's curled up close to the fire, still staring at the body anyway.]

[hung_garian]

Well, it is.

[He sighs. This is less fun when the person he's trying to aggravate and/or bewilder is traumatised.]

Might wanna move away from the corpse, honey, you think? I doubt it's dangerous, but it probably smells gross and looks gross and generally is gross, so... yeah. Leave it for the birds. Or the morticians, I guess.

[bostonhowler]

I can't leave. I can't control the fire and it might set the entire town on fire.

[And then no one would have a house and she'd feel guilty and all the Hail Mary's in the world won't solve that.]

[hung_garian]

There's people around here capable of putting it out.

[bostonhowler]

I... I don't want to bother them, or worry everyone. It's better if I stay away until I can get a handle on it. Thank you, though. I just... The poor person. No one deserves that. No matter what hunters think.

[hung_garian]

What makes you think a hunter did this? Don't get me wrong, I'm not disagreeing with you, hunters are - generally speaking - great big bags of dicks, I wouldn't put it past them.

[bostonhowler]

[She licks her lips, still staring at the body. She's frozen and can't look away.]

Back home, they hunt us. And that's their calling card. Leaving us cut in half, in some out of the way place to be found by the rest of our family.

[hung_garian]

[...ouch. He doesn't usually give too many fucks about 'monsters', unless he's the monster in question, and he's done worse to people by far, but family will always be a sore spot. He doesn't want to even imagine how that would feel. Wincing slightly, he switches to a private channel.]

'Us' being... what, exactly? Vamps? Zombies? Little green men from Mars? Can't say you look much like either of the latter, but maybe you're a master of disguise.

[bostonhowler]

[She shivers and closes her eyes. She knows she shouldn't, but she needs help, and without her senses she's trapped.]

... I can't. I'm sorry. It's dangerous for you and me. I'm sorry.

[hung_garian]

There's not a lot that's dangerous for me, sweetheart. At least, not normally.

[Now that he's human there's a lot of things that are dangerous to him, but that's mostly because he's an idiot.]

What you are doesn't matter, but if this is what hunters do to your kind, and if that's what's happened here, it sounds to me like you could be in a spot of bother here, whiiich brings us back to you getting the hell out of Dodge.

[bostonhowler]

Not normally?

[She tries to shove hair out of her face, but the flames just curl around her fingers and 'tangle'. Frustrated she sighs.]

[hung_garian]

I'm not normally human. Just like you're not normally Liz Sherman.

[bostonhowler]

Liz who? I'm not familiar with that name.

[She's focusing on the small things, trying to control the fire.]

I'm not normally like this. I told St. Lucifer I missed being me.

[hung_garian]

[He shakes his head. He's more than used to people not understanding his pop culture references, and besides, that last part of what she'd said is much more interesting.]

Saint Lucifer? Great. A wide-eyed teenager who thinks Satanism is the coolest thing ever is exactly what we needed here.

[bostonhowler]

I do not!

[The fire flares behind her.]

I'm Catholic. I've taken Holy Communion and gone through Confirmation. I used to go to Confession twice a week, before coming here!

[Yes, she's indignant.]

However, his brothers are Saints, and it seemed rude not to use the same title for him.

[hung_garian]

[Oh, good Lord. Excuse him while he dissolves into slightly hysterical laughter for a moment.]

Seemed rude-- ah, Jesus with a jetpack, that's rich. That's good, I like that.

[And, once he's recovered his composure (more or less):]

Well, of course, we wouldn't wanna offend the Devil. He can be so sensitive, you know, it's best not to risk it - I'd just suck if his feelings got hurt.

[bostonhowler]

He isn't the Devil. He's Lucifer, the Lightbringer, the brightest and most beautiful of all the Angels. As he doesn't mind my calling him such, I will continue to do so.

[She clicks it off and refuses to speak to him again.]