[Visual] [To everyone]

[smecker]

The tablet gives an image of... Paul Smecker, looking slightly disheveled, and Glitch looking seriously disheveled, as well as bleeding from scratches on his face. Both of them are rather damp although Glitch is fairly water-logged.

"--just fucking hold still and let me check you for--"

"--this is more important--"

"Alright, you talk, I check for concussions, genius--"

Glitch clears his throat and addresses the city via Paul's tablet. "We have a situation. There's... some sort of monster, I suppose, running loose-- ugly yellow-- ow! careful-- ugly yellow thing with... horns, fangs, claws--"

Glitch breaks off into a fit of coughing. He's cradling one hand with the other. Behind him, his shop can be seen-- with black smoke pouring from the roof. Paul grabs the tablet back while pushing a water bottle at Glitch.

"Yeah, I guess whatever the fuck did that to his shop is loose and screwing around. He-- what?"

(Glitch and Paul both talk for the next ten seconds, making what either of them is saying indistinguishable. Finally Paul looks back to the tablet.)

"--okaaaay, I guess it, he, was wearing a prisoner bracelet and he, uh, speaks in rhyme. The fuck, Glitch?"

"I'm not making that up! Here, give it back!"

Paul sighs, and hands the tablet over again.


[ooc: OKAY so as usual I fail at my own deadlines, but, WARNING IS NOW UP. Feel free to react. Keri, if you want to add more stuff from Glitch other than what we discussed, go for it like a boss. <3 Big Fighty Post coming soon.]

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[threelivesdown]

Selina is silent for a few moments. That's familiar.

Wait. That's /familiar/ which limits the options as to what the hell could be going on here, doesn't it? Well, maybe not with the hamsters stealing things from home when they feel li-

"It's Blood. Or, well, not Blood but this is his Demon."

[visual]

[smecker]

Paul looks somewhere between blank and resigned. "His demon? What, like, pet cat? Boyfriend? Christ."

[visual]

[threelivesdown]

"Hell, I don't know. It has something to do with magic. It isn't like I've memorizede a case file about him or anything," Selina says with a bit of a snort.

[smecker]

[assuming they sort of just continue into the conversation below, since it's really the same topic :P]

[aintnoconvict]

Glitch has had better days, we'll leave it at that. He takes another swig of water and a couple aimless, hobbling steps before speaking.

"This thing breathes fire and is incredibly strong, don't--" He pauses, tries taking a deep breath, then flinches and shakes his head. "I don't know if weapons will do anything to him, so...caution, use caution. Oh! And he has my tablet, and I dunno who else's."

There, that's all he wants to get out. He holds the tablet back out for Paul and goes back to coughing.

[threelivesdown]

"Yeah."

Selina makes sure that the tablet is doing the right thing now and broadcasting. Stupid gadgets. "That's Blood. Or the thing that lives in him, lives with him... Whatever."

Selina pauses for a moment, trying to judge if this is a good decision or not, before she pushes forward. "Blood's demon is Etrigan."

[aintnoconvict]

"...Jason has a demon?"

Many annuals ago in Taxon there was a man (vampire) named Angel, only every now and again Angel went batshit insane and wrecked merry havoc all over town. The explanation Angel's friends gave was that he'd lost his soul and this was his demon and not really him and blah blah blah don't kill him we'll handle it.

It annoyed Glitch then. Knowing the exact same sort of thing could (and has) happened again and could (possibly) have been prevented/mitigated if people had talked about it has him rather ticked off.

Unfortunately he's too busy hacking his lungs up to express this outrage. Hopefully his Please do continue gestures get the point across.

[threelivesdown]

"Has a demon or is a demon or... I've never entirely been clear on what the situation was but I do know that Etrigan is considered a pretty serious threat," Selina says. The size of the files that Bruce has on it/him indicate that at least Bruce takes it very seriously.

And that's enough for her.

"It has something or other to do with all of the magic he knows."

[voice] [from Sherlock's tablet, for what little it matters]

[personaldemon]

There's a laugh breaking in on Glitch and Selina's conversation-- a hissing rasp like static.

"The kitten has it wrong. You mortals are so dim.
"Jason doesn't have a demon.
"The Demon, dear, has him."

[visual]

[genequeen]

"Glitch!"

Maddy's concerned face is visible over Paul's tablet, "I can be right over. Do you need help?"

[visual]

[aintnoconvict]

Glitch takes the tablet back and tries giving her an encouraging smile,, then hisses and covers the scartches on his face.

"I'm-- we're going to the Birdhouse, I'm gonna be okay." Any beat-down and conflagration you can walk away from wasn't that bad. Speaking of coflagrations, though...he glances back towards the shop. "Can you do anything about really stubborn fires? I--" Cough, cough, wheeze. "--would really like to save the structure."

[visual]

[genequeen]

"If they can burn without oxygen, I can't do much but I'll go see what I can do," Madelyne says. She's already on her way toward Glitch's place, looking to help him but she can keep going in order to help save his place.

[visual]

[aintnoconvict]

"No idea, it's worth a shot though. Water's putting a little dent in it, so maybe..maybe something with a little more gusto will do the trick."

Here have a much more careful encoruaging smile.

[voice]

[imperial_long]

Mayland Long has read about smoke inhalation. (He hasn't read that much about demons, honestly. Metaphysics tends to give him headaches, or irritate him, or both.)

"Glitch, you should be lying down," he says in the chiding tone that suffices for concern with him.

[voice]

[aintnoconvict]

"Probably." He's leaning against a wall now, that's a bit like lying down only vertical, right? With the adrenaline wearing off his head's pounding, and there's a rasp in his voice and each breath is taken carefully.

"But...demon. Bad stuff. Half my things are on fire." That's a little petulant because he knows he's somewhat close to useless for the moment. "Gotta rally the troops."

[voice]

[imperial_long]

"Tsk."

There is the distinct sound of turning pages over the line.

"--ah, yes, you should be sure to hydrate, and you should be monitored closely for signs of swelling of the trachea-- if it is not easier to breathe within a few minutes, you should consult medical attention."

There's a slight pause. "...except we no longer have a doctor in the city, I suppose." Long clears his throat.

"I'm not entirely certain what one does about demons. Western or eastern? Brandishing a cross and invoking the name of Christ is often effective against the former, I'm told, but you're not of the faith, so I wouldn't lay bets upon that."

[voice]

[aintnoconvict]

"Right, right, that's--" Best they can do for now and he just stop himself from sighing. "M'tougher than I sound."

Yes, let's rely on Ozian constitution to cope with this. Most of the demonic stuff has gone over his head, though it sounds a bit like standard vampire operating procedure.

"I'm gonna leave all that to...people." With superpowers.

[location: the Cabal House]

[somelittleinfamy]

Horst has got to know that's something's wrong because by sunset, Johannes is already up and dressed. He's an early riser by habit, but not so much when he's sick--of late he's been given to sequestering himself away in his dressing-gown in a remote corner of the house and feeling sorry for himself. By the time the last sunlight is gone and his undead brother rises for the night, though, Johannes is in shirtsleeves stirring a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

He's got a day's growth of stubble and he looks as red-eyed and red-nosed as before, though, and in lieu of saying hello he blows his nose into a fresh tissue. Then he curls his fingers around his coffee cup and looks at the wall on the left side of the kitchen. Then the wall on the right side of the kitchen. Then the ceiling.

"Good evening," he says after a moment. He looks for another place to settle his eyes and decides on the opposite counter this time.

How to put this, exactly?

Johannes takes another straightfaced sip of his coffee. "It's certainly getting warmer now," he says blandly.

[location: the Cabal House]

[trojanhorst]

Given the choice, Horst enjoys the privilege of being able to walk around in minimal clothing in the privacy of his own home. However, since Johannes's arrival, he's learned (sometimes the hard way) that when he wakes up for the night and his brother's not immediately accounted for, it's in his best interest to at least pull on a dressing gown before going hunting for him.

In this case, on the surface, everything seems on the up and up: Johannes in a white shirt, nursing coffee, looking for all the world like a man who got up for work a little bit early. He's still recovering from his flu. He's making small talk. Just a normal day.

Which, of course, has Horst immediately suspicious. He hoists himself up onto the table, mainly because he knows it'll make his brother uncomfortable, and props his elbows on his knees.

"It is. Something on your mind, Johannes?"

[location: the Cabal House]

[somelittleinfamy]

They brush shoulders as Horst pulls himself up into his personal space. This might've been occasion for a silent, deniable little gesture of affection on some other day, but this, Johannes thinks, would really not be the time.

"You should get your clothes on," he says instead of answering the question, with a disapproving little quirk of his eyebrows. "You never know. We're receiving all manner of houseguests these days."

[location: the Cabal House]

[trojanhorst]

Horst is well accustomed to his brother's need to fuss. It's always made him so incredibly easy to tease.

Tilting his head indulgently, Horst reaches out to pluck the coffee mug out of Johannes's hands, bracing it between his own instead. He can feel the warmth soaking out of the mug and into his chilled fingers. Heat, he's found, helps take his mind off of his hunger; it gives a hollow facsimile of the feeling of satiation.

"I'll fetch my fig leaf," he suggests. If Johannes has a point, he'll get to it in his own time, Horst's learned.

[skinandbone]

Some words and sounds overlap in excitingly ambiguous ways. Thanks to a few unfortunately placed cries of pain, Metody is left with the impression that they are dealing with some kind of yellow, horned, fanged, clawed and rhyming owl monster.

Later she wil be perplexed. More perplexed than she is now, because a quick check of recent transmissions isn't being helpful.

"I...are you going to be okay?" Important questions first. Her face is worried, and the room behind her is pink. Very pink. There's a rack of massive antlers on the wall behind her, and the plaque they are mounted to is pink and edged in frilled lace. Also pink.

"I didn't see anyth- anyone by that description arriving. Did I miss something?"

[aintnoconvict]

Metody your decorating taste. Why.

"I think we all missed something, o-or something was--" Pause for breath. "--kept from us."

Seriously when people arrive they're politely asked if there's anything weird or potentially dangerous about them, it's a matter of public good to disclose this information. Glitch is going to be testy - at length - about the state of his place of business/home away from hom away from home.

The state of himself is an afterthought but still an issue.

"I should be, just need some fresh air and..." He studies his already bruised and swollen right hand. "And an ice pack, and some analgesics, hopefully that'll be enough for this. Whatever you do, do not try to punch this thing."

There could maybe be a fracture there, he's decided against tryign to move it too much.

[skinandbone]

The antlers might be her, but the pink was there when she found the place. She's still trying to decide if she'll keep it. It feels strange to just kick someone out of their home, even if they don't technically count as a someone.

"Have there ever been...non-published arrivals?" She looks worried and a bit concerned. And oh, good golly, if there have been, that sure will suit her nicely. It'd explain where Daisybelle came from.

She should have just shrugged when Jason asked that question.

"I - don't worry, I won't." A suspicion of a smile flits across her face. The only person she's ever punched was her ex (and maybe a few siblings).

"Is there anything I could do to help you? Maybe...carry things for salvage?"

[aintnoconvict]

"Not that I know of, but he said he was more or less here to shake things up. They could have made an exception."

Friggin' aliens doing inscrutable alien things.

He glances back to the smoulering shop and sighs, shakes his head. "Maybe once the fire's out and the monster's taken care of we can have a look at it. No--" Cough. "No sense risking anyone else getting hurt yet."

Or ever, but he'll settle for yet.