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[A video image clicks on, revealing a broad, churlish looking man, in his late 40s but looks like he's in his 50s. His face is world-weary, haggard, with heavy-set wrinkles on his brow. His dark hair is flecked with grey, as is his beard. There's an angry concern in his hard eyes and his jaw is clenched tight. He looks like a man one wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of.]

--goddamn it.

[The video image switches off. That wasn't what he'd wanted to do. A second later, a voice feed starts instead, and there's a momentary pause as Joel examines the device to ascertain it is actually on. He was no stranger to technology similar to this before the outbreak but that was over twenty years ago. Reacquainting himself with technology like this, even after he was shown the ropes by that asshole soldier who escorted him from the lab, is foreign as hell after years of having to live with hardly any technology at all.]

Alright, look-- [A brief shuffling sound of him handling the device, switching it from one hand to the other. When he speaks, it's with a strong Texan accent, his voice gruff and hard.] I got no idea who's listenin' to this but I'm gettin' real sick of this bullshit. Just gonna cut straight to the chase:

First off, I'm lookin' for someone. A girl. 'Bout fourteen years-old. Red-brown hair, freckles, green eyes, scar on her right eyebrow. It's real important I find her. If you've seen a girl who matches this description, tell her Joel is lookin' for her.

Secondly, if the girl I'm lookin' for is here and I find out anyone has so much as touched a single hair on her head, I won't hesitate to hunt you down and pop your goddamn kneecaps off. I ain't messin' around here.

And lastly-- [another pause] I need, uh, need someone to point me towards a place where I can get my hands on some clothes.

[Because the clothes he's wearing right now? Are torn at the seams and shredded. Just in the last hour, he's transformed into a fucking giant bear twice without seeming to have any control over it and his clothes, the only clothes he's got, are now more or less destroyed.

And another pause, filled with the sound of a quiet, preoccupied sigh and the shuffling noise of the device being handled as he switches back to the other hand. Screw it, he'll just address Ellie directly. If she's here, if she's listening, he knows she won't hesitate to contact him. Jesus, he hopes she's alright.]

If you are here, kiddo… just lemme know, alright?

[The voice feeds ends.]

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Buddy...

[His head is beginning to hurt. This whole place is making his head hurt. Werewolves and Norse gods and goddamn messiahs. And now also, apparently, Satan. And what the hell does this guy mean, that he's seen his 'fair share of apocalypses'?]

You're gonna have to forgive me when I say I ain't got a damn clue what you're talkin' about, 'cause I don't.

Well, that's...

[Confusing? Makes no damn sense? Sounds real damn ridiculous? That about sums up this whole place, from the conversations he's had with others so far and how weird this place is even at a glance.

His head is beginning to hurt. He can't find the mental fortitude to even try to comprehend teleportation being a thing here on top of everything else.]

Alright, then. [Said in a resigned 'I don't even fucking know anymore' tone.]

Guess, uh. Guess that means I'll see you in about fifteen minutes.

[The whole thing sounds ridiculous to him. And yet... he can identify with it. Plagues. Walls being erected to keep plagues out. Hiding from those trying to wipe out to humanity, or otherwise fight like hell.

Titans, though? Then again, he would have thought the same damn thing about Clickers and Bloaters if someone had told him twenty years ago that they would end up plaguing the world.]

...Well, alright then.

At least someone here besides Ellie and myself gets it, I guess.

You can expect them to keep a watchful eye on you, that's all. They wouldn't want our kind to go around breaking any rules.

[There's a sigh.]

Over a year ago in my... reality, we almost had the apocalypse. Lucy played a big role in it. And it wasn't the first of it's kind.

Hence, my share of apocalypses.

Or were you referring to the quip about family?

[He's about to ask who Lucy is when it clicks. Oh. Lucifer. Uh, right.

The uncertain/confused look on Joel's face is probably palpable over the voice feed.]

Uh. That, too.

We're related. [As if that explains everything.]

But rather he fell and I didn't.

...Fell from what?

[It's not sinking in what this guy is telling him.]

[Balthazar groans.]

Does Heaven ring a bell?

Point black, I'm an angel, yes hello. So is Lucy, albeit fallen from grace.

What about superheroes?

[Kaine needs to get a better idea of what this guy knows.]

[ Now there's a story. ]

I was eight. But then I realized an eight-year-old could never save the fucking world. So I made myself older. Couple of years here, as an imPort, and I just turned seventeen.

You-- what?

[...what?]

rules like what?
and what's the punishment for breaking them?

Uh. Comics. Movies. That kinda thing.

I get that that's a thing here, though. Apparently. [Boy, does he know, having transformed into a fucking bear. Whatever the hell kinda superpower that's supposed to be.] Sure ain't a thing back where I'm from.

[A pause.]

Uh. Okay.

Y'know, uh, back where I'm from, before the world went to hell, if you said you're an angel and that you're related to Satan, they usually put you in the loony bin.

There's a world full of skeptics back in the world I come from, but that doesn't change what I am one bit.

So no loony bin for me! [This last bit is rather cheery.]

You can disbelieve me as much as you wish, free will and everything. Won't make me any less real.

Edited 2014-06-21 17:17 (UTC)

Ain't denyin' you're real, I'm just...

[Just... what? Just saying? Just saying that this guy is probably insane? He himself turned into a bear earlier and he's questioning if this guy is an angel or not?]

Uh. Alright, then.

So, I'm guessin' that explains the whole, 'alcohol is hard to acquire without finances unless you're you' thing?

I used my powers to make myself older. And more powerful. D'uh. You do what you gotta fucking do, right?

Prison, usually. I can't say I've heard of anything else.

You're lucky. Idiots run around in costumes all over my world. They think they run the place.

[And people get it in their heads that heroes can come and save the day. They can't. Heroes just cause problems. Peter's life is a giant painting for it, and his short time in Houston has continued that pattern.]

It's a thing here now. Live with it.

...No. Was there in your home?

If it helps at all, you're handling it rather well.

[A chuckle.]
It's handy being able to just pop in and out of places. Also subbing for teachers pays rather well when you don't need to eat.

Uh. Sure. I guess.

[He sounds pretty unsure how to respond to this.]

That's a lot for a little kid to have to shoulder.

It was. But shit happens, and when it does, it doesn't really fucking discriminate by age.

Yeah well, you're either insane or tellin' the truth. Nothin' I can do about it either way, is there?

[Sure doesn't mean he understands what the hell this guy is on about, though. It's so out of Joel's scope of thinking that it's not really computing.]

...You don't need to eat? How does that work?

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