001 // Bill's fabulous arrival [Holo]

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Bill felt an odd thrill of excitement, something that was at once both new and distantly familiar to him, as he started on his way to Sookie’s house. It had been well over 100 years since he’d last proposed to a woman, and despite his age and experience, it appeared he was not immune to nervousness. It would wash away, surely, the moment he set his eyes upon Sookie, but for now, the thoughts running through his head (thank goodness she could not hear them) and the odd feeling in the pit of his stomach were enough to make him feel almost human once more. It was a relief.

And yet…

Between the destruction of Maryann—at very little cost, all things considered—and Jessica’s good behavior, not to mention the complete lack of any crises on the horizon (even Eric, it seemed, had been dealt with for now), it seemed that everything was falling into place. Despite his nature (or perhaps because of it), Bill was not one to succumb to superstitious thought easily, but he couldn’t help but wonder if things really were too good to be true right about now.

Of course, the thought that something would go wrong merely because so many things were going well was simply crazy. He had grown too accustomed to the madness of the past week; that was all. As he approached the door to the Stackhouse home, Bill shook all other thoughts aside and, with a smile—

--squinted against the light, flinching momentarily, out of habit, although he realized quickly that it was merely artificial. How strange it was, to be outdoors one moment, then indoors without a warning. He looked around, his expression one of both confusion and concern, but he couldn’t recognize any of his sparse surroundings. Not only that, but he couldn’t hear, see, or smell any signs of life in the immediate area. And his wrist…

Bill raised his right hand, pulling the sleeve of his jacket up, and gingerly touched the strange device that was now adorning him. It couldn’t have been silver, despite appearances, because it didn’t burn. He ran his fingers over it, curiously, trying to move it, or at least figure out how to unlock it, but there was no budging. It appeared that whatever it was, it was now stuck to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bill saw a pedestal. Turning to it fully, he let out a small, curious sound and reached out for the phone—or palm pilot, or whatever it was—and studied it for a moment, before pushing what he assumed was the power button. He tried the first number that came to mind—Sookie’s—but there was no response. With a frustrated growl, he tried a few more buttons, before holding the device out like a walkie-talkie.

“Hello?” he tried. Like that was going to do him any good. He hesitated, taking a few steps out of the chamber and pausing again to take a look at his surroundings. “Excuse me, I appear to be—that is…” What met his eyes wasn’t like anything he had seen before. It felt as though he were inside of a video game. He shook his head slightly, then focused on the device in his hand. “If anybody is listening: I require assistance. I do not know where I am, or if I am even in Bon Temps anymore. Everything is simply… strange.” Then, with a frown, he continued, his voice losing the awkward, confused tone and taking on a more threatening edge. “Whoever is responsible for this will make himself known immediately. I will not abide by kidnapping, and if I have to seek you out myself, you will not like the consequences. This is your only chance.”

[OOC: YEAH I KNOW I TOOK FOREVER I just wanted to be sure I could actually respond to tags before I posted :c]

VI. [voice]/[location: sanctuary for all]

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Peter didn't have a dream like this in a long time. He was standing in the streets of Taxon, turning around to see what was wrong. Everyone was running from him. Nathan was taking Claire away, Ashley and Gabriel were trying to move Magnus and 'Harrison' away as fast as possible. Even Tracy and Mohinder were running and dragging Max away with them. And he had no idea why. He couldn't see anything that was wrong.

He suddenly flicked his hands as they began to itch. Except the itch didn't go away. Peter finally looked down at his hands once he was irritated enough, seeing the all familiar red and white glow. No. No, no. He didn't have Ted's power anymore. Why was this happening? His father took away everything. He had Claire's ability. There was no way he should be lighting up like a nuclear bomb--

Peter woke up with a start, leaning forward in his bed and gasping for breath. He pulled his hands up, staring at them. They were normal. Why the hell did he dream that he was going to blow Taxon up, like he could of New York? It didn't make any sense. Unless it was just him over worrying about what was going on between him and Claire. But, then, wouldn't he be dreaming about what happened on her Homecoming? He sighed and pushed himself out of bed. It was still early in the morning - about three A.M. - so no one else would really be up in the Sanctuary.

Time for a good bowl of cereal in the kitchen.

Except when he opened the door to the fridge, the milk cartoon flew out and hit the opposite wall. He stared for a moment, turning his head slightly. Alright, a little odd. Peter shook his head again and pulled the door to the fridge open further. That just made the door actually pop off it's hinges.

"Shit!"

Now, Peter backed up and put his hands behind him on the counter. He wasn't really sure how it happened, but he felt his hands go through the counter and his head hit the tile. He cussed again and pulled his hands back up, staring at them.

"What the hell is going on?"

[ooc; PETER GLITCH TIME! The ones he's used so far is Telekinesis (Sylar), Enhanced Strength (Nikki Sanders), Phasing (D.L. Hawkins), and used dreaming from his mommy as well as Radioactive in the dream (Ted).

Also. Shit hit the fan today so, tags will be a lot slower. I'm trying to get into the mood for tagging 8( ]

[Location: SBPD station] Things might get tense

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It'd been about four days or so since the attack and Cassie had been holes up in her place with bad movies, various juices, and multivitamins, at Godric's suggestion. Cassie finally got to a point where she was going stir crazy and needed to get out of the damn house. She dressed very low-key, wearing black jeans, hoodie, and a blue t-shirt. Certainly not whorish in any way, tell you what. She made sure that she didn't look slutty at all. She had a .9mm on her, as well as several knives stashed on her person. She was ready for John if he ever made himself known.

Pulling out her tablet, she checked the map, finding the station that Lassiter had mentioned. She followed it several blocks to find the building sitting in the middle of the block. A sign for the Santa Barabra Police Department sat out front and she chuckled softly. Should she knock? Nah. Cassie made her way up the steps, entering the possibly empty building slowly.

"Detective Lassiter?" Cassie said quietly, hand moving slowly to the base of her spine where her .9mm was.

"Carlton?" Cassie tried again, a little louder now. It felt weird calling him by his first name.