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taxonomites2010-10-25 12:03 am
undoing.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2010-10-25 12:03 am
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?
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?
[ location: speares ]
[The statement is somewhat wry. Had this been Booth, he would've already received a lecture on how she's perfectly capable of carrying her own stuff, thanks very much. But as it isn't, Brennan stays quiet on the subject for the sake of politeness (she's not completely oblivious all the time) and relinquishes the bag with a quick smile.
...Angel is bad at jokes and Brennan takes everything literally. This could be a horrible combination.]
Well, depending on the time frame, he was likely either in Philadelphia, D.C. or the Middle East.
[She pulls out a pair of latex gloves from the bag Angel is dutifully holding whilst giving the oh-so helpful response. Glancing towards the body on the ground, she frowns.]
No head, then?