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maskormenace2015-01-21 03:42 pm
immuno) wrote in maskormenace2015-01-21 03:42 pm
005 ʙᴏʀᴏɴ ⚛ VIDEO (backdated to 1/18)
[ It happens like it always does—she doesn’t realize where she’s going until she’s already there. For all that Lydia had been planning to depart the university and make her way back to the parking garage, her body had other ideas, feet carrying her far from her car and into an unfamiliar part of the city.
She only notices the wrong turn when she looks up from her phone. By now, she knows what it means, and her stomach drops. Call Scott, her instincts bid, but Scott’s not here. The hair on the back of her neck prickles and stands on end, and without Scott to help, she creeps around the corner of the building, phone securely in one hand, wary of what she’ll find.
The burns on Dean Winchester’s corpse are still smoldering. This was recent. But the worst part isn’t the fact that he’s charred beyond all recognition: it’s the half of his head that’s been removed. Lydia drops her phone, and her hands fly to her mouth to muffle a curdled scream. ]
[ Another lonely night that Simon’s wandering Heropa alone. Normally he stays safe, stays toward the inner city, but he really just doesn’t want any company. Not right now. Or so he thinks; screaming and the very pungent odor of burnt flesh somewhere in the distance draw his attention. Curiosity overrides self-preservation, and Simon finds himself approaching with a strange calmness. He processes the sight—a charred body, male, jagged edges at the top of his skull—and decides it’s too different to be Lunatic’s work.
Not that it makes the scene less sickening. ] Oh, fuck.
[Here, he turns to the lady and has a million questions but tries to go for the important ones.] Hey, are you all right? Did you—did you see who did this, or…?
No.
[ Eyes wide, unerringly fixed on the body in front of her, Lydia shakes her head. She wishes she had. If she’d been a little sooner, maybe—
Maybe she just would have been another body. After a transfixed moment of silence, she turns her attention up to the newcomer, tilting her head at him. Something occurs to her and she crouches, grabbing her phone: this is obviously the work of a metahuman, and given that... ] But someone else might recognize it.
All right. [ His mouth’s gone dry, and he swallows to get a lump out of his throat. But he nods as he sees the girl pick up her phone. He, too, whips out his own phone to use the distress signal app that he’d downloaded from Barnaby last month. ]
[ Lydia composes herself and turns the video function on her phone, broadcasting her own face for a moment, body well off-screen. ]
We have a problem. If you’re squeamish, now would be a good time to stop watching.
[ Tapping the screen, she flips the camera, and instead of her face, the video captures an image of Dean’s body. ]
I don’t think I have to be the one to point out that an imPort did this.
[ Which means bad news bears for all of them: imPort crime has a way of lashing back to make all of them look bad. ]
[ Simon’s voice from off-screen adds, ] It doesn’t look like Lunatic’s work, not from what I’ve heard. Things don’t quite match up, and. I think. I think the victim’s head is… empty.
She only notices the wrong turn when she looks up from her phone. By now, she knows what it means, and her stomach drops. Call Scott, her instincts bid, but Scott’s not here. The hair on the back of her neck prickles and stands on end, and without Scott to help, she creeps around the corner of the building, phone securely in one hand, wary of what she’ll find.
The burns on Dean Winchester’s corpse are still smoldering. This was recent. But the worst part isn’t the fact that he’s charred beyond all recognition: it’s the half of his head that’s been removed. Lydia drops her phone, and her hands fly to her mouth to muffle a curdled scream. ]
[ Another lonely night that Simon’s wandering Heropa alone. Normally he stays safe, stays toward the inner city, but he really just doesn’t want any company. Not right now. Or so he thinks; screaming and the very pungent odor of burnt flesh somewhere in the distance draw his attention. Curiosity overrides self-preservation, and Simon finds himself approaching with a strange calmness. He processes the sight—a charred body, male, jagged edges at the top of his skull—and decides it’s too different to be Lunatic’s work.
Not that it makes the scene less sickening. ] Oh, fuck.
[Here, he turns to the lady and has a million questions but tries to go for the important ones.] Hey, are you all right? Did you—did you see who did this, or…?
No.
[ Eyes wide, unerringly fixed on the body in front of her, Lydia shakes her head. She wishes she had. If she’d been a little sooner, maybe—
Maybe she just would have been another body. After a transfixed moment of silence, she turns her attention up to the newcomer, tilting her head at him. Something occurs to her and she crouches, grabbing her phone: this is obviously the work of a metahuman, and given that... ] But someone else might recognize it.
All right. [ His mouth’s gone dry, and he swallows to get a lump out of his throat. But he nods as he sees the girl pick up her phone. He, too, whips out his own phone to use the distress signal app that he’d downloaded from Barnaby last month. ]
[ Lydia composes herself and turns the video function on her phone, broadcasting her own face for a moment, body well off-screen. ]
We have a problem. If you’re squeamish, now would be a good time to stop watching.
[ Tapping the screen, she flips the camera, and instead of her face, the video captures an image of Dean’s body. ]
I don’t think I have to be the one to point out that an imPort did this.
[ Which means bad news bears for all of them: imPort crime has a way of lashing back to make all of them look bad. ]
[ Simon’s voice from off-screen adds, ] It doesn’t look like Lunatic’s work, not from what I’ve heard. Things don’t quite match up, and. I think. I think the victim’s head is… empty.
[voice]
Though - how do you know it's an imPort?
[voice]
[ A beat.
Simon feels conflicted—is it right, or fair, to assume the perpetrator is an imPort just because it looks like someone with superpowers did it? No, that seems... wrong. And discriminatory. But he comes from a world without powers or special abilities, and whatever powers he has are weaknesses rather than strengths. So chances are he's more likely to blame those who do have power. Or greater powers than he has, at any rate.
This is the first he's ever been posed with this sort of dilemma. ] You know, I don't know for sure... that it's an imPort, really. No, I don't have the sorts of powers to confirm who the victim is or who did it. And maybe it's wrong, but... it seemed like a natural conclusion.
Re: [voice]
It's an easy conclusion to jump to - and I bet the local authorities are going to go straight there. But we should try and keep an open mind until someone can confirm it.
[voice]
Re: [voice]
Which is certainly possible. We have to have at least psychometric around somewhere - someone who can see more conclusively.
[voice]
Re: [voice]
Kate? [She's pretty sure you don't mean Hawkeye-Kate, but she's new, she knows nearly nobody here]
[voice]
Re: [voice]
Oh, huh. That's new. But useful.
[voice]
I was on hiatushe's fallen deeper into his gambling addiction. ]Hm? What's new? If I recall correctly, Kate's already been in this world for some time now. Though she did say she had some additional powers as well when she first arrived, and now she doesn't have them any longer.
Re: [voice]
We're from the same world - she didn't have any superpowers there, from what I know. [other than being a total badass]
[voice]
[ A slight pause as he clears his throat before adding, ] Maybe we could talk a little bit about the differences between what you and Kate might know or remember? I mean, obviously not right now, but some other time...
[ Not because he knows much about them or their world, but simply because that kind of thing has been really interesting for him. Learning about other worlds, others' perceptions of their worlds, and so on. ]
[voice]
I think my life is made of bad circumstances, so don't worry about it.
I'd be happy to talk about it, but I'd have to talk to Kate more first - we didn't know each other directly, in our world. But I think she's from around the same point in the timeline as me?
[voice]
I see. That's very interesting. Though... yeah, I totally understand. It's probably a good idea, seeing as you didn't even know about her power. All the imPorts have at least one. So you weren't aware that she's here?
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She said hello on the network - she didn't mention the powers, though.
I think one of the military guys may have said that everyone gets powers? I wasn't really paying attention, though, I already had them.
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It's okay - I can go back and do some reading myself. Not your fault I zoned out - you've got a dead body to deal with. Thanks, though.