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xxviii [ location: somewhere in speares ] / [ visual ].

The vampire could've sworn he heard hoof beats in the distance a moment ago, but that wasn't what caught his attention. For all he knew, someone had brought a horse with them when they were pulled into Taxon. What did, was the scent of blood thick on the air. It grabbed hold of his attention and demanded it's focus, pulling him in as he drew nearer to the source of the heavy stench.

He was rewarded with a most horrific sight (or one that would be to someone who wasn't ridiculously desensitized to such things due having done much worse in his day): the headless body of an Extra.

Angel knelt next to it, reaching out to touch his fingertips to the blood that pooled around the body. "Still warm," he stated aloud.

...which meant that this beheading had just happened. Which also meant whoever or whatever did this could still be nearby. But, where was the head?

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Haven't seen one of those, in a while. Or you know, ever. [ if one doesn't count the would-be state of the victims she saw in her visions, or the demons that she or someone else has beheaded in front of her. but this one's a human. ]

Where are-- no, wait. I got your location. Give me a few minutes.

[ as human as the extras can get, at least. unfortunately, he's able vouch for the fact that the extras' blood doesn't taste like a human's. he finds it rather revoltingly dull, actually. ]

New for Taxon, at least. [ and he nods at that next part, but that goes unseen. he's waiting. ]

She took her Porsche and drove to where Angel was. Good old Taxon; just when things started to get dull did it decide it's time to spice things up. And, well, nothing spices things up better than some random beheading.

...if it was indeed random, and not just a deed by some lunatic out there.

Cordelia parked her car on the side, got out, and approached the vampire. She grimaced at the sight of the headless body, then glanced around for the missing head.

"God. Who'd do something like that here?"

"That's the million dollar question," the vampire mused, unphased by the body. "There list of possible suspects ranges from myself - not that I did this - to the aliens being up to something. Could be one of us, could be another Extra, could be some sort of head-losing anomaly spun by the hamsters."

He wasn't sure which of those options he preferred. Whatever it was, there was no telling if the threat was limited strictly to the Extras or if the captive population was next.

Cordelia allowed a few seconds for that to sink in. "I'm not liking any of those possibilities," she said. "Especially the last, because that means we can't possibly fight whatever's doing this." Pause. "Also because that means you're... well, vulnerable to it, too." Nope, Cordelia definitely hated that last option.

Why didn't she have a vision about this? She looked up at the fake sky and said, "You know, it's times like these that I doubt the PTBs are actually still out there. One would think that something like that--" She motioned to the dead body, "--would have warranted at least a warning."

"Maybe the hamsters are doing this, because they want us to fight," he suggested, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he grimaced again at the headless body before them. "Wouldn't be the first time beings in power got a kick out of watching those they can exert that power over fight amongst one another or with something else. Doesn't even exclude humans - look at the Ancient Romans. They pioneered the stuff."

That's what Angel would like to know. Sometimes he believed the Powers could reach them, others he didn't. Now, he was leaning more towards the latter. "Maybe we weren't meant to be warned."

A long, long beat passed before Cordelia said, "Right! Ancient Romans. Because they're all with the fighting and the exerting. Violent people, those Ancient creeps." Yes, she had absolutely no idea what she's talking about, here.

She sighed. "Figures. Now there's a chance heads will roll - literally." As long as whatever's doing it kept to the Extras, then things would be okay. Or... not okay okay, but the alternative - of them being the victims - was even worse.

"You think we should... I don't know, do something about the body?" And on that note, "Also, um... are you okay?"

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