[It's a rainy night in Chicago and Des slams into a bar, drenched to the bone and looking annoyed as hell. The patrons turn to look at him as the rain sweeps into the door from the winds and he gives them all a sardonic nod.]
Nice weather we're having, huh? [He shakes the water out of his hair and glances around- the bar's full, most of the tables are occupied and every booth he passes reminds him of that bus scene from Forrest Gump. Eventually, he finds a booth in the back with only one occupant.]
[and in this corner of the bar ... there is sylar. surrounded by empty bar food tray things, except for the plate of nachos which he is now working on devouring. the way he eats is kind of scary NO WONDER NO ONE ELSE HAS TRIED TO SIT WITH HIM.]
Uh ... sure, I guess that's all right. [please hold for a mouthful of nachos being eaten.] I hate this kind of weather. [no really he does, it's hard on his delicate princess ears.]
[Des takes one look at all that food, slides in, and waves over the waitress.] I'll have what he's been having. [He eyes the nachos.] Double jalapenos on the nachos, wouldja, sweetheart?
[This poor waitress has her work cut out for her. She scampers off with the order and Des leans across the table.]
I haven't eaten since lunch. [It is now 3:00.] And my car's stuck in a parking garage across town. [The waitress brings the nachos SUPER FAST. Maybe she's afraid these idiots will eat her if she's not careful?? With barely a thank you, Des gratefully begins to devour the cheesy jalapeno-y goodness.] It's been one hell of a night.
Oh? [he honestly could not care less about the story of des's life, but he figures he might as well ... pretend he does. for the sake of not looking like such a sociopath. a sociopath eating SO MANY NACHOS RIGHT NOW.] What happened?
If I told you, I'd have to kill you. [POINTED NACHO CRUNCH. Pause for effect. Swallow.] Nah. I'm foolin'. I'm a PI and cases can get real surreal around here.
I'm not looking for the convention center. I'm looking for you. [He grins ghoulishly, then throws some confetti at Des. Confetti that explodes on impact.] SURPRISE! Someone took out a hit on you! I'm Deadpool and I'll be serving your untimely demise today.
[Deadpool's decided to take some pictures for his website. Because having pictures of PEOPLE YOU KILLED on a website isn't sketch as fuck or anything. Not that... killing people wasn't sketch enough to begin with.
But then Des wakes up. And Deadpool sort of stares.]
Man, I'm gonna have to charge extra if you're Jean Greying it up.
[The corpse is human, so it shouldn't really be Toby's job to figure out what killed him. That's what human police are for. But something about the body gives her pause. He hasn't been dead long, she's sure. An hour at most. But something about the corpse is off. Maybe it's the scent of unfamiliar magic or the bite marks that certainly don't come from any mortal animal.
Maybe it's the way he suddenly starts to wake up.
Toby jumps back and draws her knife.]
What are you?
[It's more musing aloud than a question she expects to have answered. She hasn't really met any zombies, but she doubts they'd be super talkative.]
[He could do this four four thousand more years and never get used to it, but Des is definitely not used to doing it in front of an audience. He doubts he can feign a really intense nap with the wounds slowly healing of their own accord.
And, honestly, he's too offended to think up an excuse as he rolls over onto his side and coughs.] 'm not a what.
[Give him a second. He's rattled, but that doesn't mean he can't be a dick.]
We're all whats. [She opens her mouth slightly to taste the balance of the blood, but she was right. Human. There's something about the balance that's... off but she can't grab onto it. It's faint but it's there. A merlin, maybe? She doesn't know.] But not all of us come back when you kill us.
Speak for yourself. [He places his hand palm down on the ground and forces himself up into a sitting position.] Way I understand it, none of you do. You get all uppity when one of you dies, but God forbid you meet someone who don't.
[Yeah, he's just gonna casually point out he's well aware of what she is. It doesn't matter that he can't see what's what or taste it or anything. Any sane person wouldn't stare at a dead body and they sure as hell wouldn't watch it revive. She's Fae.] Lemme guess. Daoine?
[She folds her arms defensively. He's human. He shouldn't know about the Fae at all. But he also shouldn't be immortal. There's something wrong with this picture, and it's not something she can get at through denial and trying to hide her Fae heritage when they both know the truth.]
Good guess.
[Though not right. She doesn't have to tell him everything.]
Not really. Only Daoine Sidhe mouthbreathe around corpses like that. [Well, no. Not really. He certainly knows someone who does and isn't, but as far as he knows she didn't breed. And good riddance to that.
He rocks back into sitting position and frowns at his torn shirt.]
Maybe you should take that up with Amandine. Assuming you can find the hateful bitch.
[He jumps to his feet, grabbing a handful of her shirt in the process. This close, she can probably hear the sing of iron long before he pulls a simple little ring on a leather necklace out from underneath his shirt.]
Tell me where the hell she is or I shove this down your throat.
[The iron makes her stomach turn, but it's just a little ring, and she's still a changeling, even if she's too Fae to wield iron herself these days. She grits her teeth and presses her knife against his stomach.]
This might not kill you, but I guarantee it'll hurt while you're bleeding out. Put it down.
[She's not gonna give him anything while he's threatening her. She presses the knife pointedly, enough to tear clothes and skin, just in case he doubts she'll use it.]
[This is the weirdest Mexican stand-off ever, but eventually Des weighs the options of healing a gut-wound and backs off, dropping the ring back down into his shirt and taking a step back away from her.]
Didn't think Amandine had any descendants. [Bitterly and scowly and basically he is DISPLEASED BY EVERYTHING.]
[She waits until he's dropped the ring before lowering her knife, but she doesn't put it away. Just in casse.]
I guess you're not very up on Faerie gossip, then. I've been around a while. And just because we're related doesn't mean I have a forwarding address, so I can't help you anyway.
[She sounds a little bitter too. Amandine has that effect on people.]
You think they actually talk to me these days? [He barks a laugh.] Back before things got so split, I could figure everything out. Now the pixies get pissy if I look at 'em for too long. [Granted, he needs Faerie ointment to see them as they are, but it's hard to do his job without it, so that's a thing.
The bitterness catches his attention, however.] No love lost there, huh?
Playing Faerie Bride never ends well. It would be nice if she didn't blame me for that.
[And then there's the whole business with her blood, but she's not going to talk about that. Not until she figures out this guy's deal a little bit more.
Before things got so split. That's... not something she hears very often. She frowns, eyeing him thoughtfully.]
If I knew the answer to that second question, I'd be a much more well-adjusted individual. [He shakes his head.] Something she shouldn't have. And old enough to remember when people like me and people like you could have nice, open-air conversations like this without anyone picking up a pitchfork.
[Her eyebrows shoot up. That's old. And explains why she could get away with something like this. Fae don't generally care about dead humans. Dead humans can't talk. But a living human that knew about Fae and actively couldn't die?
That was something else entirely.]
Yeah, she does a lot of things she shouldn't. I'm not Daoine Sidhe. But up until recently, I thought I was. Mom lied to me. To protect me, apparently.
[She did a lot more than just lie, but Toby's not sure she should mention how much more. Even though it's probably very relevant to this guy's life.]
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YESSSS IT'S ALL I'VE EVER WANTED /SANSA STARK
GOOD. X(
Nice weather we're having, huh? [He shakes the water out of his hair and glances around- the bar's full, most of the tables are occupied and every booth he passes reminds him of that bus scene from Forrest Gump. Eventually, he finds a booth in the back with only one occupant.]
You mind? I need to wait out this storm.
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Uh ... sure, I guess that's all right. [please hold for a mouthful of nachos being eaten.] I hate this kind of weather. [no really he does, it's hard on his delicate princess ears.]
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[This poor waitress has her work cut out for her. She scampers off with the order and Des leans across the table.]
I haven't eaten since lunch. [It is now 3:00.] And my car's stuck in a parking garage across town. [The waitress brings the nachos SUPER FAST. Maybe she's afraid these idiots will eat her if she's not careful?? With barely a thank you, Des gratefully begins to devour the cheesy jalapeno-y goodness.] It's been one hell of a night.
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Things Des is currently dealing with- that.]
Buddy, the convention center is about eight blocks that way.
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Wh..at? [AND THEN HE DIES. For about an hour.
Man, that check is gonna bounce dude.]
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But then Des wakes up. And Deadpool sort of stares.]
Man, I'm gonna have to charge extra if you're Jean Greying it up.
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Maybe it's the way he suddenly starts to wake up.
Toby jumps back and draws her knife.]
What are you?
[It's more musing aloud than a question she expects to have answered. She hasn't really met any zombies, but she doubts they'd be super talkative.]
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And, honestly, he's too offended to think up an excuse as he rolls over onto his side and coughs.] 'm not a what.
[Give him a second. He's rattled, but that doesn't mean he can't be a dick.]
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[Yeah, he's just gonna casually point out he's well aware of what she is. It doesn't matter that he can't see what's what or taste it or anything. Any sane person wouldn't stare at a dead body and they sure as hell wouldn't watch it revive. She's Fae.] Lemme guess. Daoine?
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Good guess.
[Though not right. She doesn't have to tell him everything.]
And you're still human. Wanna explain that one?
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He rocks back into sitting position and frowns at his torn shirt.]
Maybe you should take that up with Amandine. Assuming you can find the hateful bitch.
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What in Oberon's name does my mother have to do with this?
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[He jumps to his feet, grabbing a handful of her shirt in the process. This close, she can probably hear the sing of iron long before he pulls a simple little ring on a leather necklace out from underneath his shirt.]
Tell me where the hell she is or I shove this down your throat.
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This might not kill you, but I guarantee it'll hurt while you're bleeding out. Put it down.
[She's not gonna give him anything while he's threatening her. She presses the knife pointedly, enough to tear clothes and skin, just in case he doubts she'll use it.]
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Didn't think Amandine had any descendants. [Bitterly and scowly and basically he is DISPLEASED BY EVERYTHING.]
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I guess you're not very up on Faerie gossip, then. I've been around a while. And just because we're related doesn't mean I have a forwarding address, so I can't help you anyway.
[She sounds a little bitter too. Amandine has that effect on people.]
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The bitterness catches his attention, however.] No love lost there, huh?
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[And then there's the whole business with her blood, but she's not going to talk about that. Not until she figures out this guy's deal a little bit more.
Before things got so split. That's... not something she hears very often. She frowns, eyeing him thoughtfully.]
How old are you? And what exactly did she do?
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That was something else entirely.]
Yeah, she does a lot of things she shouldn't. I'm not Daoine Sidhe. But up until recently, I thought I was. Mom lied to me. To protect me, apparently.
[She did a lot more than just lie, but Toby's not sure she should mention how much more. Even though it's probably very relevant to this guy's life.]
What's your name?
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Descant. [He runs a hand along his jaw.] Desmond Descant.
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[Yeah. There's another reason to not like her mom. But it's complicated. Toby also loves her. She would just like it if her mom wasn't insane.]
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Yeah, I think you had to do a little more than that to get her to turn you immortal.
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...yeah.]
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You say that like it would have ever occurred to her she can’t.
[Toby knows her mother.]
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[He gives her a curt nod.] Nice meeting you. But I got a case to get back to.
[LOOK AT HIM ATTEMPTING TO DISENGAGE.]
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A case that killed you in my city. What exactly happened?
[And no, she doesn’t particularly care that he didn’t stay dead. The next person probably won’t get back up.]