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taxonomites2010-03-18 07:50 pm
caballero) wrote in taxonomites2010-03-18 07:50 pm
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[ visual ] [ locked from the doctor, the master, angelus, and balthazar ] my heart's the lighter
It's hard to tell if Bruce looks tired or if he's just suddenly gone stoic - outside his brief call to action during the bomb threat, the majority of his interaction over the tablet has been half-in-half-out of his fractured playboy persona, which he's cast aside completely by now. Either way, he's been quiet since then, and he's sitting with his back against something wooden and ornate; maybe a headboard, maybe a screen, and wearing a black t-shirt.
“This probably should have been spoken about sooner, but things have been overwhelming for most people here in the aftermath of the bomb threat.” Though he's clear and direct, there's a reserved quality to his voice that says he isn't used to giving speeches – and while that isn't necessarily true, it's always Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy! rambling on at length about girls or booze or ill-fated political endorsements. This is different, and so, much more deadpan.
“A large number of bombs were planted throughout the city, and sentinel robots armed with rubber bullets and tranquilizer darts were sent to guard them. An initial blast was detonated during which, to my knowledge, most of the injuries occurred. Several people were injured in the process of assisting victims of the first blast and thus combating the sentinels or now-damaged remaining bombs. A second and final blast was detonated during which more people, mainly people who were trying to reach a safe area or the Brucolac's ship as far as I'm aware, were injured. Several people were gravely injured, a few only pulled through with emergency medical care, and while there were no fatalities amongst our number, several Extras were killed. The man who has claimed responsibility for this, known as the Doctor, was taken into temporary custody to keep him from accessing or detonating any other explosives he might have in the city. At the time it appears that there is no more nuclear or radioactive material in the city and that we are in no immediate danger of being blown to hell by one of our fellow abductees.”
He pauses and glances to one side at something not visible in the tablet's view, taking a moment. “Belatedly – this is an issue I'd meant to address personally before the bombing – there was a man here who was going by the name of Doctor Jonathan Crane. I'm under the impression that he was treating people here as a psychiatrist. If he gave you any advice or put you on any medication, I advise you to be re-evaluated by one of the medical doctors here immediately. He is a psychopath from my world who specializes in drugging and then using fear to torture people to death, and got pretty far on a plot for genocide.”
… Well that's blunt. It was something that Bruce was going to contact people individually about, but after the past week and all the invasions of privacy he's had to go through personally, he just doesn't have the stomach for it anymore. He's incinerating the remainder of his records and locking down the chemicals and that's just that.
“I understand that the situation with the individual known as Angelus is a sensitive one, as this is someone who is a colleague of several people here who's going through something unfortunate, but some of the things being broadcast lately are alarming. If there's any progress on this, or if further warnings to the population need to be issued, I'd appreciate an update.”
“This probably should have been spoken about sooner, but things have been overwhelming for most people here in the aftermath of the bomb threat.” Though he's clear and direct, there's a reserved quality to his voice that says he isn't used to giving speeches – and while that isn't necessarily true, it's always Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy! rambling on at length about girls or booze or ill-fated political endorsements. This is different, and so, much more deadpan.
“A large number of bombs were planted throughout the city, and sentinel robots armed with rubber bullets and tranquilizer darts were sent to guard them. An initial blast was detonated during which, to my knowledge, most of the injuries occurred. Several people were injured in the process of assisting victims of the first blast and thus combating the sentinels or now-damaged remaining bombs. A second and final blast was detonated during which more people, mainly people who were trying to reach a safe area or the Brucolac's ship as far as I'm aware, were injured. Several people were gravely injured, a few only pulled through with emergency medical care, and while there were no fatalities amongst our number, several Extras were killed. The man who has claimed responsibility for this, known as the Doctor, was taken into temporary custody to keep him from accessing or detonating any other explosives he might have in the city. At the time it appears that there is no more nuclear or radioactive material in the city and that we are in no immediate danger of being blown to hell by one of our fellow abductees.”
He pauses and glances to one side at something not visible in the tablet's view, taking a moment. “Belatedly – this is an issue I'd meant to address personally before the bombing – there was a man here who was going by the name of Doctor Jonathan Crane. I'm under the impression that he was treating people here as a psychiatrist. If he gave you any advice or put you on any medication, I advise you to be re-evaluated by one of the medical doctors here immediately. He is a psychopath from my world who specializes in drugging and then using fear to torture people to death, and got pretty far on a plot for genocide.”
… Well that's blunt. It was something that Bruce was going to contact people individually about, but after the past week and all the invasions of privacy he's had to go through personally, he just doesn't have the stomach for it anymore. He's incinerating the remainder of his records and locking down the chemicals and that's just that.
“I understand that the situation with the individual known as Angelus is a sensitive one, as this is someone who is a colleague of several people here who's going through something unfortunate, but some of the things being broadcast lately are alarming. If there's any progress on this, or if further warnings to the population need to be issued, I'd appreciate an update.”
[*loves it and despairs*]
"Depends on your demon and what fires their engine, so to speak. It's entirely possible, but not always the case."
[ we're never going to have a proper title are we ]
And despite his taking the piss tone, this is ... actually true, so, enjoy that. As to the rest, John will have to supply the details.
[visual :3 ]
He's not even sure what questions he should be asking. Again, this feeling is not new.
[visual :: fine then :P ]
[visual :: don't you fine me ]
Details of Hermes' own abilties, it seems, are not on the menu of abrupt comic book-flavored interrogation.
[visual :: oh but i will]
Some of that relief may be 'no physical realm of Hell,' but he is not ...great at hope, so. "Or are you limited by the hamsters?"
Look, it's as good a euphemism as any.
[visual :: and I will enjoy this icon]
"I don't really want to get into the icky, sticky, nitty-gritty of it all, but if you've been following along with modern religious practice, I've been limited for a long while. As far as I can tell, there's no new limits on me." And he's been 'eating' better in Taxon than anywhere else in the last hundred years or so.
[visual :: i have run out of witty asides]
Leave some Top Gear DVDs and a candy bar on a shrine, probably.
"That's all we wanted to know. Thanks."
So that sounds like it sucks, in respect to demons.
[visual]
Grimly. "At least there's good news." By which he means ...yes, that sucks.
[visual]
"It's no problem and if I can be of any help, just let me know? I'm made to be useful."
[visual]
He holds up a hand again in a 'speak now or forever hold your peace' sort of fashion. "If that's it...?"
Back to work? Back to work.