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overloggingon · 5 years ago

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RadioDust Wendigo/Human AU

RP logs, whoo.

Very long and yet still very unfinished and unlikely to be any time soon. Or ever. Mostly dialogue. It’s, uh. Yeah. If anyone wants to take it and run, please do actually??? I just wanna see it, lol.

Alastor: God okay. So I knew Alastor was a wendigo but like. It just hit me. He's a wendigo. He's not a deer at all. He starves because that's just what he is now. That's how wendigos work.

Angel: Oh yeah XD they become wendigos after eating human flesh too.

Alastor: Mm-hmm. His true form has to be huge, gosh. And so scary looking.

Angel: Yeah XD oh gosh. It makes me want a thing where they're all still alive but Alastor is a wendigo.

Alastor: Oh man. Until Dawn AU? XD

Angel: Pff something like that XD Maybe except Alastor can look more human when he wants. And then you have Angel having to leave the city cause of his family.

Alastor: Oh gosh. Regrowing those antlers must be hell every time. XD Angel hitchhiking his way down south though? Hearing local stories about the monster out in the bayou?

Angel: M'hmm XD Just stories though. He'll be fine. Maybe Al's still a radio host?

Alastor: Probably is, yeah. Has to keep up appearances. Has to keep some kind of income.

Angel: Angel might see him and just. Instant flushing.

Alastor: Where would Angel first meet wendigo Alastor, you think? Just around? At the bar or in town?

Angel: Maybe bump into each other when Al's heading home? Or heading in super early to the radio station? Angel's got a map in his hand and grumbling.

Alastor: Early or late? XD If he's working he won't be able to hang around. But if he's just getting off work and on the way home, he can stick around a little while.

Angel: Late may work then XD Angel is a little lost after getting off the train. Might see Alastor walking and call out to him. "Oh, hey, hey! Com'ere a second!"

Alastor: "Oh? Can I do something for you, my fine fellow?" He stops, turning to face him. "Is there something you need?"

Angel: Angel pauses, taking in the other and feeling his mouth go dry. "U-um.. I.. The train. Came in late. I was ah, wondering if you could maybe point me toward a hotel?"

Alastor: "Oh, certainly! There's one on the way to my home if you'd like to follow along?"

Angel: "Oh, thanks!" Angel perks up, smile blooming back on his face as he falls in line with him. "That'd be real helpful. I'm not the best with directions."

Alastor: "Of course." He smiles wider, wondering idly if this is someone who would be missed. "New in town?"

Angel: "Yeah, just got in from New York." He reshoulders his bag, dragging the other after him. "Long damn ride, lemme tell ya. Thought I might die o' boredom."

Alastor: "Oh? That's quite a ways from here. Visiting family?"

Angel: "Gettin' away from family, actually. Fresh start an' all, ya know?"

Alastor: "Oh, yes, I understand the feeling. Does that mean you're here all alone? How lonely!" How perfect.

Angel: "More nice 'n anything. Can relax and do what I want. Well, once I find some work."

Alastor: "Finding work shouldn't be too hard. There've been a lot of deaths recently. Plenty of people needing replacement workers."

Angel: "Oh, right. I heard about the spooky, spook goin' on here. Sounds more like someone tryin'a cover their tracks ta me."

Alastor: "Don't believe in voodoo? There's quite a bit of it around here. You may run into something if you're not careful."

Angel: "No, I'm sure there's some wackos around doin' shit, but I heard it was some kinna monster."

Alastor: "Some have claimed to've spotted it out on the bayou. In the dark."

Angel: "Oh, the dark. The perfect place to see a monster runnin' round and know exactly what it is." He snorts, looking off towards a dark alley. "I mean. You haven't seen it, right?"

Alastor: "No, I can't say that I have." He laughs as if sharing a secret joke. "But I have seen the aftermath."

Angel: "The aftermath?" He side-eyes him. "You a cop or somethin'?"

Alastor: "Oh, not at all! But you could consider me a reporter of sorts. I do the news reports on the radio."

Angel: "A reporter on the radio? So ya just give the news then."

Alastor: "Not solely. I have other sorts of shows as well."

Angel: "What station you on? I might give it a listen if I find myself a radio to use."

Alastor: "Why, only the best in town, of course!" He laughs, telling him the call number.)

Angel: "Hey, since you're in on the know-how round here. You know anywhere I can get some work? Don' mind gettin' my hands dirty, so it don' gotta be nothin' fancy."

Alastor: "Well, it would all depend on what skills you have, dear."

Angel: "..dear?" He blinks and looks over at him with a cocked brow.

Alastor: "Mm? Do you take issue with my terms of address?"

Angel: "No, guess it's fine." He waves him off, turning to hide the slight flush his cheeks have taken.

Alastor: "Well, then! Your skills, if you would?"

Angel: "Ah, I'm read. Literate, whatever. Can speak Italian and know a little bit'a French. Money countin's no issue." He lists off, keeping the cooking part and the killing part to himself.

Alastor: "Let's see now... There's a shop down the way from the station that needs a new cashier?"

Angel: "A cashier is fine an' all but.. There any bars hiring?"

Alastor: "Oh? Have an interest in bartending, do we? Do you know how to mix drinks?"

Angel: "I know what I like in /my/ drinks. I can learn pretty easy, I think."

Alastor: "Perhaps. I believe the Café du Monde would be a better starting position than a bar, but if you like, I'm sure there's one looking for a bartender somewhere."

Angel: "A restaurant? Yeah.. maybe." He tilts his head at the sound of girls giggling, looking down a street to see a brothel open and bright.

Alastor: "Ah... An interest in the girls, hm? They're only after your money."

Angel: "Oh, I know that. They gotta make a livin' after all."

Alastor: "Mm. Money is important, unfortunately."

Angel: "Wonder how much they make a night."

Alastor: "Thinking of joining their ranks? I don't believe they've a section for males."

Angel: Angel laughs, shaking his head. "I've seen how they get treated. No, thank you to that. Besides, I'd get run outta town when everyone's wives and husbands came to see me." He looks over at him, winking.

Alastor: "An unfortunately true statement." He laughs, a hand held up to his mouth. "Can't have that, can we?"

Angel: "Exactly. So maybe somethin' else."

Alastor: "Cashier? Waiter? They make good tips. At the café especially. Their coffee is to die for."

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Angel: I actually love the idea of Alastor targeting Angel and not knowing Angel is a mob boss's son and always carries guns on him. So like. Al going in for the kill and Angel blows his brains out only for them to meet later during the day cause Al can't die that easy. XD

Alastor: Fffff. He tries and fails for the first time and Angel catches his interest. He'd scare the crap out of him the next time, gosh.

Angel: Sees him on the street, points at him, and screams XD

Alastor: "Something wrong, dear? You look like you've seen a ghost." XD How long are they going to know each other before Alastor tricks him into going out of town with him? XD

Angel: Not too long. Can't let Angel get too many ties. Alastor could offer him a job XD A fake one just to get him out somewhere.

Alastor: Oh gosh. Just straight up lie to him? He has standards though. XD

Angel: Maybe he does need help with something? XD I dunno.

Alastor: Or just tells him there's something he'd like to show him. That's not a lie. XD

Angel: Take him hunting XD

Alastor: While Angel wonders why he doesn't have a gun. XD

Angel: Maybe he has one at the cabin. It is suspicious though. Of course he doesn't tell him he has his guns all ready and loaded. Maybe he brings him out there to look for the 'monster' XD

Alastor: It is technically the truth, after all. XD Going to see if they can find it.

Angel: Angel is a little too charmed to be seeing how sketch this is.

Alastor: Alastor'll get him out there and make some stupid joke about having him for dinner.

Angel: Which flusters poor Angel who's just feeling free enough to maybe try with a handsome guy who seems interested in him.

Alastor: And he is interested. Just not in the way he's hoping. Not yet.

Angel: Angel will start to get worried. Something.. doesn't feel right. But he's ignoring it, because he does like him. And he can take care of himself.

Alastor: Until he can't ignore it anymore. Until Alastor doesn't look like himself anymore.

Angel: It'll probably be in Alastor's little hunting cabin. When he starts changing, when it starts making Angel panic.

Alastor: When he starts losing himself and letting the wendigo take control. Loses all signs of humanity and tries to eat him whole.

Angel: Scaring Angel who just. Pulls out a Colt and shoots him dead in the face without hesitation. Alastor probably hasn't been killed in awhile, so it keeps him down long enough. Angel, of course, loots the place because /fuck you very much/ and leaves. Or would he leave if it's night, and he just saw that? Might just roll Alastor's body in a blanket and put him in the game fridge and lock himself in to sleep all cozy in Al's bed.

Alastor: And be left alone with the body? Would he be alright with that? They would've taken Alastor's car there. He could steal the keys and go back to town. Give himself even more time before Alastor wakes back up and can get back.

Angel: Oh, if there's a car, he's definitely out. Grabbing the keys, getting his tommy-gun out and putting it in the seat next to him as he peels out.

Alastor: It'll be a while before Alastor's in working condition again. It'll take hours to get back to town. He'll be in trouble with his job for not showing up, but he is the best, so he'll be let off with a warning.

Angel: Meanwhile, Angel's ditched the car with the keys in it for some poor smuck to take. He's still freaked out, but at least the monster is dead, right? He's a little disheartened, too. He thought Al liked him, but he just wanted to eat him. Literally. He wishes he knew where the guy lived, so he could at least take his savings or something to spend on his own living.

Alastor: Alastor will find his car eventually. He won't stalk Angel, but when he does see him next? "Well, hello there! Long time no see, dear. How've you been?

Angel: Cue Angel pointing and shouting "You!" If it's daylight with people out, he can't just pull his gun.

Alastor: "Hello~!" He waves, smiling and enjoying his panic. "Are you alright? You're making quite the scene!"

Angel: "I.. I.. you.." He stutters, backing up. His hand goes towards his armpit, feeling to make sure his gun is still strapped there.

Alastor: "Me!" He laughs, rocking back on his heels. "You really surprised me back there, darling! I wasn't expecting it at all!"

Angel: "A..aha.. yeah. I can say the same." He swallows, taking another step back and freezing when he realizes he's moving back into an alley.

Alastor: "Oh yes, I can imagine so! It's not often that I'm surprised, but I think in this case, I rather enjoyed it. Tell me, do you always carry such weapons on hand?"

Angel: "Come any closer, and you can find out exactly what I carry with me first-hand."

Alastor: "Now now, let's not get hasty here! It wouldn't be good to cause a scene. There are police about, dear."

Angel: "What do ya want?" He narrows his eyes, the smile he thought handsome before now just a little unnerving.

Alastor: "Nothing, my dear! I just want to speak with you! You're interesting."

Angel: "Interesting because I shot you in the face?"

Alastor: "Precisely! No one's ever fought back before. Not like that."

Angel: "If you wanted your meals to fight back, you should probably try not flirting with them beforehand."

Alastor: "Flirting? Oh my, is that what you thought I was doing?"

Angel: "Charming, being smarmy, whatever you want to call it." He looks away, flustered and trying to fight it.

Alastor: "Charm has its merits, dear. You'd never have agreed to come with me if I hadn't talked you into it."

Angel: "I was a dumb ass for going out there with ya anyway." He glares over at him, looking for any signs of the monster he saw before.

Alastor: "Now now, don't be so hard on yourself. You're hardly the first person who's fallen for it. Just the first to actually escape with their life."

Angel: "Bastard." He spits, twitching to go for his gun. "What'd I do to you? I just got here."

Alastor: "Nothing at all. You were just alone. Without anyone here who would miss you. It wasn't anything personal, dear. I just need to eat."

Angel: "So you go for any poor smuck? Why not do everyone else a favor and go for criminals or somethin', at least?"

Alastor: "Oh, I certainly do! But the problem with that is finding them in the first place. And then getting them out to the cabin. And making sure no one notices that they're gone."

Angel: "And what's wrong, exactly, with a nice steak? Meat's meat, right?"

Alastor: "Oh, not at all, actually. The only thing that makes any kind of difference is human flesh."

Angel: "You're.. psychotic. Crazy." He takes another step back.

Alastor: "Possibly!" He laughs, hands behind his back. "But I've decided not to kill you. If that helps soothe your nerves any."

Angel: "Decided?" He laughs, hand in his jacket now. "Sweetheart, you couldn't kill me when you had me by surprise. What makes you think you'd have been able to now?"

Alastor: "Ah, but you see, now I know that you have weapons, I know to be prepared. That makes quite a difference."

Angel: "You don't know what kind of weapons I'm packing, smiles."

Alastor: "Guns, I'd presume. You won't take me by surprise again."

Angel: "And you're not getting me alone again."

Alastor: "Are we not alone right now, dear?"

Angel: He bites at his lip, glancing at the busy street behind Alastor.

Alastor: "Oh, do relax! As I've said, I'm going to let you live. As a prize for earning your freedom."

Angel: "How do I know you're not jus' tryin' to get me to let my guard down?"

Alastor: "Now why would I go and do a thing like that? A waste of time completely."

Angel: "To get rid o' yer loose end?"

Alastor: "You think anyone will believe it? It's meaningless superstition."

Angel: "Someone might pay attention to me pointin' the blame in your direction."

Alastor: "Why would they do that? I'm well-known around here."

Angel: "And I'm new.."

Alastor: "Quite so, dear. Do you really care if I get caught? You won't be on my target list anymore."

Angel: " ..it's not really any o' my business, I guess. And I did shoot ya in the face for lying to me."

Alastor: "You did. That was quite painful, I'll have you know!"

Angel: "As painful as getting eaten alive?"

Alastor: "Oh, my dear. I wouldn't have eaten you alive. I do have some morals, after all."

Angel: "..you were going for my throat then?"

Alastor: "A quick snap of the neck and all life functions cease. Now, if you'd been someone I was angry with, well. That would've been entirely different. But lucky for you, that wasn't the case at all!"

Angel: "Yeah, I was just some smuck you were leading by the nose."

Alastor: "One I was already having second thoughts about. Our conversations were always so delightful."

Angel: "Delightful.. Are you trying to trick me again?"

Alastor: "Oh, not at all! I was going to see if you'd like to go get some coffee, actually."

Angel: He frowns, brows all furrowed. "You think I will?"

Alastor: "I'd hoped so, yes. My treat?"

Angel: "...Public place?"

Alastor: "Yes. Very public. The French Quarter is always highly populated this time of day."

Angel: "..fine. But only because I got some questions for ya."

Alastor: Certainly! I don't mind answering."

Angel: Angel steps forward, seeing if he'll give him room to come out.

Alastor: He steps to the side, arms folded primly behind his back.

Angel: Angel watches him as he passes, relaxing just a little once he's out on the sidewalk and looking back at Al.

Alastor: "Do you know the way to the French Quarter yet or shall I lead, dear?" He smiles, unperturbed.

Angel: "Lead away." He gestures him forward.)

Alastor: "Very well, then!" He nods, stepping forward to lead the way.)

Angel: Angel falls in line with him, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. "So.. What are you?"

Alastor: "Straight to the point, hm? A wendigo. It's been a bit of an issue as of late."

Angel: "A.. wendigo. What the hell is that?"

Alastor: "A Native American 'myth'. A spirit that possesses people who consume human flesh. And makes them hunger. Forever."

Angel: "So.. a fuck you for doing the taboo?"

Alastor: "More or less! No matter the reason you ate of human flesh, you are punished."

Angel: "What'd you do it for?"

Alastor: "Now, that hardly matters, does it? It doesn't change what I am."

Angel: "Matters a little. Would matter more if you weren't just killing randos."

Alastor: "Not really! And 'randos'? Not at all! I have to be careful here, you realise! People do eventually care when someone goes missing."

Angel: "So you go for the saps that won't be missed."

Alastor: "Or in the rare case, someone that's made me very, very angry."

Angel: Angel bites his lip, wondering what could make a guy who enjoyed getting shot angry.

Alastor: "But never mind that! You needn't be so concerned. Tell me, have you had a beignet yet?"

Angel: "A.. what?"

Alastor: "That would be a no then." He laughs, ushering him into the café and flagging down a waiter. "Table for two, please! I don't really care for sweets, but you'll like it, I'm sure."

Angel: "I look like a sweets kinna guy to you?" He asks, a little amused and weirded out at the normalness he was trying to pull off here.

Alastor: "A bit!" He laughs, pulling out a chair at the table they're led to and gesturing for him to sit.

Angel: Angel stares for a moment before sitting himself down all proper in the seat.)

Alastor: "There we are, dear!" He pushes the chair in and takes his own seat. "A round of coffee and an order of beignets, if you would, my good man!"

Angel: Angel snorts, cheek resting on his palm. "Just as chipper as ever?"

Alastor: "I've no reason to be anything but, have I?" He grins, folding his hands atop the table.)

Angel: "Kinda creepy." He looks him over, thinking he was still pretty attractive. Unfairly so.)

Alastor: "Is it? Why shouldn't I be glad to see my newest comrade, hm?"

Angel: "See, I'd be happier to be your friend before."

Alastor: "Yes, I'd imagine so. But that's fine, isn't it? We can start over!"

Angel: "Fine, guess I got nothing to lose. Especially if yer feedin' me."

Alastor: "I certainly don't mind. Money doesn't get spent on my own dining, after all."

Angel: "I guess it wouldn't.. What about living? You've got that cabin and I guess somewhere in town?"

Alastor: "I do! What about you, my dear? Have you found a permanent place of residence yet?"

Angel: "Not yet. Been stayin' at that hotel you told me about the first night. Not that many people willin' to take in a single man from outta town."

Alastor: "Yes, I though not. I've a spare room, if you'd like to stay with me. You'd have to pay rent, of course, but it wouldn't be much."

Angel: "Would you stay with me if our positions were reversed?"

Alastor: "Perhaps! I'd certainly be curious enough to give it a go. And it's better than a hotel. Cheaper too."

Angel: "..I'll think about it." He decides, not outright turning him down.

Alastor: "Of course. No rush, my dear. There's plenty of time to think."

Angel: "Hey, y'know. You could probably head north, make a deal with a family up there and get rid of all the bodies they're dropping."

Alastor: "Oh? You say that so confidently. Your family, I presume?"

Angel: "Wouldn't give them that kinda help. Maybe one of tha others."

Alastor: "Hm. So you left for a reason then. Angry with them?"

Angel: "Tired of some of 'em."

Alastor: "Of course. Family can get tiring after a while."

Angel: "You got any?"

Alastor: "Not anymore!" He smiles wider, more than should be physically possible.

Angel: "C-cut that out!" He hisses, looking around them. "Someone's gonna see!"

Alastor: "Yes yes, stop panicking, dear." He laughs, perking as the waiter returns with their order. "Oh, lovely!"

Angel: "These.. are like doughnuts?" He looks down at them, surprised it actually is some kind of dessert.

Alastor: "In a sense, yes. Mind the powdered sugar, dear. It gets everywhere if you're not careful." He hums, blowing at his coffee.

Angel: Angel picks it up carefully, looking it over and likening it more to a Mexican sopapilla than a doughnut. When he takes a bite, powder dusts up onto his lips and cheek.

Alastor: Alastor laughs, shaking his head and passing him a napkin. "I did warn you, dear."

Angel: "Thanks." He licks it and the uses it to wipe at his face. It's a mess, and he doesn't really care.

Alastor: "Certainly. Beyond that, how's the taste?"

Angel: "Good. It's real good. You sure you don't want some?"

Alastor: "I'm sure. Too messy and too sweet for my tastes."

Angel: "It doesn't fill ya up either, does it?"

Alastor: "Not at all, no!"

Angel: "You sure you're not going to be tempted to eat me if I moved in with you?"

Alastor: "I'm fairly certain, yes. I do have some self control, after all."

Angel: "I'd be pretty stupid to, still."

Alastor: "Perhaps! But you're considering it all the same, aren't you?"

Angel: "Kind of havin' a hard time findin' somewhere else to stay. Everyone's scared of the damn monster. Of you."

Alastor: "Yes, they would be. Another reason I'm offering. I'm nothing if not apologetic."

Angel: "..Maybe if you're good for this whole.. thing."

Alastor: "It's a date, darling. At least call it what it is."

Angel: "Is that what you intended it to be?"

Alastor: "Something to that effect. Are you against the idea?"

Angel: "Thought you said it wasn't flirtin'?"

Alastor: "At the time, it wasn't."

Angel: He frowns, licking at a sugary finger." Yer kiddin' me, right?"

Alastor: "Oh, not at all! I don't flirt with food, dear."

Angel: "Charmin'." He licks at his thumb before picking up another dessert. "And I flirt with mine all the time, isn't that right, lovely?" He coos before taking a big bite.

Alastor: Alastor laughs, genuinely amused. "Aren't you a character, my dear."

Angel: "That's the nicest way anyone's put it." He lifts a brow, lips lifting in a half-smile.

Alastor: "Really? A shame. It's rather darling."

Angel: Angel feels his face warm and drops his gaze down to his food. "Why are you flirtin' with me now?"

Alastor "Because you've very firmly been moved from the food column into the entertainment column, dear."

Angel: "Entertainment don't sound like a good enough column for me to be getting myself flustered over you again."

Alastor: "Well, you already turned down friend."

Angel: "..so your next step is lover?"

Alastor: "Oh, goodness, no. That's a step too far, dear. I don't do things of that nature."

Angel: "I don't understand what you're trying for then."

Alastor: "A beau, perhaps. But there's no need to go any further."

Angel: "So just someone you go around with? Flirt a lil'?"

Alastor: "Something to that point, I suppose, yes."

Angel: "An' if I don't wanna?"

Alastor: "Things continue as platonically as possible?"

Angel: He tilts his head, not sure how serious he is.)

Alastor: "No pressure, my dear."

Angel: "Hope you know how strange you are."

Dirk squeezes him, face burying against his brother.

Alastor: "Oh, certainly! It would be a bit difficult not to know." He laughs, sipping at his coffee.

Angel: "You said I was the first to fight back.. No one ever did before?"

Alastor: "Not successfully. No. None have managed to escape so easily."

Angel: "Well, that's just sad. Who ya going for? The drunk and weak?"

Alastor: "Aha. No, dear. Just the unmissable."

Angel: "Gee, thanks. But I don't get why no one else could fight ya off."

Alastor: "Fear keeps people from doing a lot of things. And no one else had any weapons."

Angel: "Sucks ta be them."

Alastor: "Doesn't it just?" He laughs, amused.)

Angel: "How often do you have to eat anyway?"

Alastor: "As often as my patience wears out, I suppose. I can only handle starving for so long."

Angel: "I'm asking how long you usually go here."

Alastor: "I try to keep them few and far between. A month or so if I can manage."

Angel: "A month ain't bad.."

Alastor: "Only twelve people murdered a year, hm? I'd take them from the morgue, if I could."

Angel: "Why can't ya? Meat too old?"

Alastor: "No easy way to get it. Not without suspicion being cast on me."

Angel: "You gotta pay off the right people, sweetheart. Make 'em look the other way and not ask questions."

Alastor: "Mm. Radio doesn't pay as much as you'd expect, my dear."

Angel: "Then you find a way to make money on the side. Or bettah yet, you could get hired to get rid of people."

Alastor: "Oh? Make a deal with someone, you mean? I suppose I could. Though I don't quite like the idea of someone else knowing what I am."

Angel: "You don't tell 'em that. Just guarantee you'll get it done. Maybe even have a middle-man."

Alastor: "Oh? Are you offering, dear?"

Angel: "Pff, no. I just got away from all the crime boss shit.:

Alastor: "No? So your family was only partially the issue."

Angel: "I don't mind ganking smucks who deserve it. My pa was just doin' it to do it sometimes."

Alastor: "I see. A violent type. Without self-control. Always a disappointment."

Angel: "Didn't like that kids were gettin' involved either. You don't go for kids, right?"

Alastor: "Children? I don't much care for them, but I don't go out of my way to harm them. Too small."

Angel: "Good. If you were eatin' babies, this whole thing woulda had to end here."

Alastor: "Certainly not. As I've said, I do have some morals."

Angel: "Congrats on that."

Alastor: "Your patronisation is noted, dear."

Angel: He flashes a smile, hands resting up behind his head.

Alastor: "But enough of all that! Have you made your decision?"

Angel: "Yeah, sure. Why not? Might as well live with the scariest thing in town."

Alastor: "Splendid!" He claps his hands together, pleased. "I will do my best to make certain you don't regret this decision."

Angel: "Sure hope not." Angel will move his stuff in, but he won't be there that night. He goes out, asks around and tracks down some natives to talk to.

Alastor: Looking for information on Wendigos then? He could've just asked Alastor. He would've answered honestly.

Angel: He's not that blindingly trusting. He'll get told about them. That they're likened to an evil spirit. He'll be given sage and other purifying grasses. He actually had a really fun time. Comes back smelling like fire smoke and various other things.

Alastor: Alastor won't like the smell. It's irritating. He doesn't know why. He'll send him to the bathroom to get clean.

Angel: Angel will grin all big and wink at him, doing what he says though. He's got beads in his hair from some of the kids he's got to get out though. Feathers.

Alastor: "Whatever that smell is, get it off of you immediately. Where have you even been, dear? I was expecting you much sooner."

Angel: "I said I'd move in, but I gotta have some know-how of wendigos before I go sleeping in your extra bed." He pulls another bead from his hair, setting it on the table. Come help me get these out.

Alastor: "...No. I can't stand to be anywhere near you. Not smelling like that."

Angel: "Then I'll be a minute. You can draw me a bath."

Alastor: "...Very well. But try to be quick. You're infesting the whole apartment."

Angel: "My bad, I'll keep it confined to my room from now on."

Alastor: "You'd certainly better!"

Angel: Well, at least he knows it works now.

Alastor: Alastor will go run the bath and wonder what on earth it is that smells so awful, that puts him so on edge. He's never come across it before.

Angel: Angel isn't telling. But he's keeping it in his room. He can sleep soundly now.

Alastor: Pfff. Angel'll still smell like it then. Alastor won't be able to get close. To touch the way he wants to. So mean.

Angel: It'll wear off somewhat when he's been out in the city all day. Especially if it's raining. Or maybe after he takes a bath and comes out to the living room to sit in the sofa.

Alastor: That'll be much better then. He can sit with him and they can talk. Or read together.

Angel: Angel likes reading in the strangest positions. Upside-down, slung over the couch, on the floor with his feet up on something. It's also so hot and muggy, he'd probably dying most of the time. Just. Stripped down to basically nothing and sweating.

Alastor: Angel, dear. He knows it's hot, but must you really strip down so much?

Angel: "I'm dying. I can feel myself melting down to nothing." He spreads out on the floor, facedown. "At this rate you'll get to eat me after I've been slow-cooked."

Alastor: "Oh, hush. You're hardly dying. You're overreacting, my dear."

Angel: "New York is so much better. This is Hell."

Alastor: "New York is much too crowded. And were this Hell, there would be much more hellfire and demons."

Angel: "I don't care. I bet Hell isn't as humid and sticky as it is here right now."

Alastor: "Well. You may be right on that count. The humidity makes it so much worse. Hell is bound to have less of it."

Angel: "Is there anything to do about it?"

Alastor: "The heat? Short of splurging for an air conditioner or taking a dive into the ocean, not especially."

Angel: "The ocean.. You wanna go swimming?"

Alastor: "The nearest beach is nearly an hour and a full state away, dear. Do you wish to travel that far?"

Angel: He whines, turning so he can look up at him, his cheek pressed to the floor. "No.. There's not a lake? A river?"

Alastor: "Not one without gators, cher. Unless you'd like to settle for a public pool, we're not swimming."

Angel: "Cher? Like sherry?"

Alastor: "Non, mon ange. Cher as in dear. Darling."

Angel: "Ah.. Oh. That.. yeah." Angel blinks, stomach having gone all funny. "You're calling me darling?"

Alastor: "I am. Is that a problem?"

Angel: "Guess not." He shrugs, laying on his arm for some comfort.

Alastor: "Well, then! Have you made your decision about the pool?"

Angel: "It'll be full of people, won't it?"

Alastor: "It will. Mostly children."

Angel: "..you wanna get in the bath?"

Alastor: "...Together?"

Angel: "We could maybe fit. If we try hard enough."

Alastor: "We could... But do you have a swimsuit?"

Angel: "Why would I? We can just go in our underwear."

Alastor: "Hmm. Fair enough! Alright, why not give it a go?"

Angel: "Really? Angel perks up, pushing against the floor."

Alastor: "Really! It is a bit hot. It could do us both some good."

Angel: "Then come on." He reaches for him, wanting to tug him along.

Alastor: "After you, dear." He hums, allowing himself to be pulled down the hall to the bathroom.

Angel: Angel starts up the water on cold, already stripped himself, so he turns to Al. "Need help?"

Alastor: "Aha. No, thank you. I can undress myself, dear."

Angel 5:40: "You sure? I can help you with your bowtie."

Alastor 5:45: "Positive, darling. I've been doing it on my own since I was but a lad, after all!" He laughs, starting with his tie himself.

Angel: Angel shrugs, sliding himself into the bath and shivering as the cool rushes over him.

Alastor: "Feeling better, dear?" He wonders, taking his time in getting undressed.

Angel: "Much." He leans back, gaze on Alastor and watching him undress.

Alastor: "...Can I help you, darling?" He pauses, a bit self conscious.

Angel: "Mm?" He lifts his gaze, realizing he was staring. "No?" He answers, feeling he would have flushed if he wasn't already so hot.

Alastor: "Then?" He waves him off, wanting him to stop staring.

Angel: "Was staring off into space. Sorry." He sinks down in the water, fully closing his eyes.

Alastor: "Mm." He hums, not quite buying it but letting it go. He removes the rest of his clothing, getting down to his underwear and joining Angel in the tub.

Angel: Angel makes some room, long legs going up over the side of the tub and dripping onto the floor. "Nice?"

Alastor: "Much better, yes. Though it would be even more so with some ice, I believe."

Angel: "Ice would be so damn nice." He sighs, relaxing back and letting his head tip over the back of the tub. It leaves his throat exposed, sweat from before still damp on it.

Alastor: "Righ'? 'S too damn hot." He mutters, scooping up a bit of water and pouring it over his head.

Angel: Angel blinks, lifting his head to look up at him. "Was.. that you?"

Alastor: "Who else would it be, cher? No one else here."

Angel: "Your accent.."

Alastor: "I was born 'n raised here. What else were y' expectin'?"

Angel: "Not.. not that." He bites at the inside of his lip, hand covering his mouth.

Alastor: "...Y're wantin' to laugh, ain'tcha?" He sighs, resigned to it.

Angel: "Laugh?" He actually does laugh at that, caught off-guard. "Oh no, not laugh."

Alastor: "...Then what? If no' laughter."

Angel: "..probably wouldn't be appropriate to say. Bein' men an' all."

Alastor: "Appropriate? Darling, we're in the bath together, I hardly thing 'appropriate' is something you need to be bothering with at the moment."

Angel: "True." Angel grins, gaze flicking over Al's body. "It's hot. Yer voice."

Alastor: "Oh? You're attracted to it?"

Angel: "Yeah, it's.. nice. Didn't think I had a thing for accents."

Alastor: "How many you heard b'fore, cher?"

Angel: "Aha.. quite.. quite a few, actually." His hand goes over his stomach, trying to soothe the feeling there.

Alastor: "Zat so? What's so different 'bout this-un?"

Angel: "It.. it just.." He flushes, curling up on himself a little. "I don't know! It's makin' me hot though, so you might wanna stop."

Alastor: "...Ah. Yes, alright. No need to cause problems."

Angel: "Thank you.."

Alastor: "You're very welcome, my dear."

Angel: He rubs at his stomach, ignoring the buzz to his nerves that was still there from the accent.

Alastor: "So? How've you been lately?"

Angel: "Still tryin'a find work. Kind of quit the restaurant after you tried ta kill me."

Alastor: "Oh? Unfortunate. Though I can understand why. Perhaps I can get you a job a the station?"

Angel: "Doin' what exactly?"

Alastor: "Janitorial services, perhaps? Unless you have any engineering skills."

Angel: "Engineering what?"

Alastor: "Radio equipment, dear."

Angel: "Ah.. No. Can't help ya with that."

Alastor: "No, I didn't think so. Secretary, perhaps? Assistant?"

Angel: "Oh, I can be your secretary." He purrs, sliding his legs together all sultry-like.

Alastor: "No. Not like that."

Angel: "Aw, come on! It'd be fun. But seriously. I can do secretary work."

Alastor: "If that's true, then I can see about getting you a job at the station."

Angel: "Would I be your personal one?"

Alastor: "Not necessarily, no. Would you want to be?"

Angel: "Would be kind of fun."

Alastor: "Working together? I suppose."

Angel: "Don't hafta."

Alastor: "No. But it could be nice. Havin' a friend to work with."

Angel: "Wouldn't mind it either."

Alastor: "Then I shall see what I can do!"

Angel: "Thanks, would really appreciate it."

Alastor: "I can't make any promises, of course, but I will do my best."

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Angel: Also for Alastor and Angel living together in that Wendigo one, I love the idea of Alastor actually not being all that handy while Angel actually knows how to do stuff from helping family out when they move into the country or having to fix things cause it's way too expensive in the city I dunno XD Just. Al talking about needed to call someone in to fix something and Angel like, what do ya mean? You just gotta do this.

Alastor: Pfff. No practical knowledge about the newer technologies? XD Only the more old fashioned things.

Angel: Well, not even that. More so like Al not being able to fix his own plumbing, or electricity, or knowing the first thing about how to build or repair something. XD

Alastor: The newer technologies. XD He probably grew up in the bayou, didn't have any of that stuff.

Angel: Didn't spend time with his dad too much either probably. Didn't learn handy work and now he can just pay someone to do it.

Alastor: Nooope. His dad was awful. Alastor was a momma's boy. So fixing things isn't in his repertoire. He knows how to sew though. And bake. And cook.

Angel: Angel will appreciate the sewing. And I'm sure Alastor will appreciate Angel fixing broken railing or steps and fixing up leaky pipes. First time it happens, it's probably after Al calls someone in, and Angel gets home to hearing the guy ripping Al off.

Alastor: Oh gosh. Probably. Gets so mad at him on Alastor's behalf.

Angel: Just. Yer kiddin' me, right? Yer chargin' that much for a damn leaky pipe? And the guy saying all the bullshit he told Al that he found, and Angel ripping open the cabinet to look and seeing the guy didn't even do the shit he said he had to and just. Al, you're a damn monster, and you're getting ripped off by some skeevy plumber, what the fuck?

Alastor: "Am I? This sort of thing has never been my forte. Tell me, what exactly should I be being charged here, hm? And. What hasn't he fixed?" He turns a creepy smile to the plumber, fingers tenting.

Angel: "A quarter of what he's charged ya. All he did was replaces a valve, it looks like. Didn't even seal it right or nothin'." Angel looks back, catching Al's expression, and the look on the plumber's face. "Hey." He gets the guy's attention. "Ya know who's plummin' yer doin' right?"

"I.. I don't.."

Alastor: "You will. And then you'll never forget it again. And never treat another customer like this either."

Angel: "Been scammin' poor widows who don't know their way around the dirty stuff? Sounds like some news that needs ta go on yer station."

"Wait.. what? Station?"

Alastor: "Alastor LeBlanc, at your service, monsieur." He offers his hand, smile becoming a tad malicious.

Angel: "Al.. Ala-.. Oh, come on, please! Every damn business in this city does the same thing!"

Alastor: "That certainly doesn't make it better, my 'fine' fellow."

Angel: "Scamming poor, little ol' ladies and the ignorant." Angel gestures to Al, a tsk to his voice.

Alastor: Alastor shoots Angel a look for the ignorant remark, arms crossing. "The point being, it's very unsporting of you! I'm sure everyone would love to be informed of where they shouldn't be spending their money."

Angel: "You can' do this! I already got enough shit competition in this town!"

Alastor: "That's hardly my fault, is it? You're the one with the faulty plumbing practices."

Angel: "Now, listen." Angel purrs, coming around to drape an arm over the guy's shoulder. It doesn't have to go all public here, ya know? Maybe if you had something that would.. appease the situation, we could let it slide by."

"..Something like what?"

Alastor: "Doing your job properly would be a good start."

Angel: "An' you get all up in people's business. In their homes. How about we.. look the other way if you bring me anythin' you find interestin'?"

Alastor: Alastor tilts his head, looking back to Angel. What kind of interesting could he have in mind?

Angel: The man has a similar question, and Angel pats the guy's shoulder. "Not much. Jus' juicy bits. Like who's cheatin' on who, who's beatin' their kids, who's beatin' their wife. The dirty stuff if you can."

"I.. I'm just a plumber. I'm not getting that kind of--"

"I know. Not expecting too much. But I'm sure plumbers talk to other plumbers, right? Gossip about what they saw, what they overheard. Don't worry. It won't get back to ya."

Alastor: "That would be quite the interesting information to acquire. For various reasons. What do you say, my good man?"

Angel: "..you won't go spreading stuff about my business? You'll keep it all private?"

"Of course. Wouldn't do me any good if my informant got discovered, would it?"

Alastor: "Not a word." He grins, miming zipping his lips.

Angel: "..alright. Then. We got a deal."

Alastor: "Lovely!" Alastor holds out his hand, fingers waggling.

Angel: The man reaches out, clasping hands with him while Angel's already wondering off, his part of this all done.

Alastor: "Now then! To work with you! For real this time." His smile turns into a smirk and he squeezes tightly at his hand.

Angel: "Ah! L-looking forward to it.."

Alastor: "Quite so." He releases his hand after a moment, shooing him off. "Angel, dear! Wherever are you going?"

Angel: "I'm goin' out! I'll be back in an hour or less."

Alastor: "But you just got back, dear! Where could you be going now?"

Angel: "To get plumbing shit!"

Alastor: "You don't think the plumber here's tools will be up to speed?"

Angel: "If one thing broke, somethin' else will pretty soon. Might as well get prepared for it."

Alastor: "You believe so? There's no reason to think it."

Angel: "You'll see! Just have dinner cooked for me, okay?"

Alastor: "Hm. Alright, I suppose I can do that much. Anything in particular or should I just make whatever comes to mind?"

Angel: "Whatever is fine. You cook good enough."

Alastor: "'Good enough'? Excuse you, but that's not a compliment, dear."

Angel: Angel laughs, heading out.

Alastor: "I think I shall burn it! Just to spite you!" He calls, smiling fondly.

Angel: Angel won't take long. Just has to get some essential stuff.

Alastor: He'll come back to a well-made, unburnt dinner and a just leaving plumber.

Angel: He'll be happy. It smells delicious.

Alastor: "Darling, that had better be you!"

Angel: "Honey, I'm home! Smells good in here."

Alastor: Alastor laughs, finishing up setting the table. "It had better!"

Angel: "I got all the stuff. Can help ya fix it if anything breaks again."

Alastor: "My hero." He snorts, nudging his side. "You didn't need to do that."

Angel: "Bothers me that ya don't know how."

Alastor: "Most technology has always eluded me. It's nothing unusual."

Angel: "You should know how to keep yer house from fallin' apart. Other people always wanna rip you off."

Alastor: "Mm. Not always. But I do see your point."

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Mar 21 Blurr’s Horror Stream - The Shape Of Water

Hook and Bonecrusher attended. They were pleased to see that Rumble was present and Soundwave wasn’t. They assume that Elita is an extremely powerful Decepticon commander, based on nothing but her paint and bearing.

They booed at all the sex scenes. And implied-sex scenes.

Bonecrusher was very disapproving of the color symbolism, which he thinks was too heavy-handed.

Neither of them could tell that the monster wasn’t a human. It made the movie unnecessarily confusing.

ItsyBitsySpyers: ((is it supposed to be offline still)) B l u r r: ( yeah im fixing something. ) B l u r r: ( It's up now. ) B l u r r: / Right, Here he is in all his new armor design glory. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble will pause to get a solid look at it before heading for what's usually the Boss' seat. That's the thing about unexpectedly taking time off. Gotta make up the time a different day.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //What's with the new plates?// B l u r r: Hnnnh? Well, I figured I should look more... monstrous, you know? K-Kyeheheheh. B l u r r: Mechs are usually diturbed by appearances alone. It only takes some paint and designs to make something look... how is it? /wiggles claw/ Spooky. B l u r r: *disturbed. Elita One: *How Elita got news about this place, we'll never know, but here she is, in all her bright *** pank glory looking ready to take on the room* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Look like ya'd fit in a Pit all right.// *Flop.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And there's Elita.* //Whatever it is, Frenzy did it!// B l u r r: / Smirks/ Well, thanks mech. Elita One: *laughs and wiggles her claws at him* Sweet of you to give him all the credit. BoneAndHook: *and we have two Constructicons, ready to mock the slag outta whatever they're gonna watch.* B l u r r: / flickers optic. Tilts helm and makes a slight face. / Never seen you before... B l u r r: / wiggles claws at the two dorks / Elita One: Now you have, sweetspark. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sup, you two.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Makes "subtle" gagging motion at her calling Blurr Sweetspark* B l u r r: / gags in general / Don'tcall me that. B l u r r: Eugh, no. No thank you. I'm good. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Since when?// *Snicker* BoneAndHook: B: Sup, punchy-arms. Elita One: Guess I'm just a good influence. B l u r r: Since when what? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble obliges them by transforming his arm into a piledriver. Offers it up for a fist punch hello?* Elita One: *takes a free seat big enough for her to sink into* B l u r r: / Still thinks it's gross. Grabs snack and heads to couch/ ItsyBitsySpyers: //Since when're you good?// BoneAndHook: *Bonecrusher eagerly fist-punches* ItsyBitsySpyers: *BAM* BoneAndHook: Fffr--! *He's going to be shaking out that hand for a while.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Cheeky smirk. He'll get back to his seat.* BoneAndHook: *Anyway, the Constructicons choose to (mis)interpret that as an invitation. They're gonna follow Rumble to his seat and claim the free space.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's not gonna stop 'em. Means Elita can't come bother him. Ha!* B l u r r: [[ just lemme know when you guys are ready. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *She can go sit with her sweet~spark~* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready)) BoneAndHook: ((ready!)) B l u r r: / eW / B l u r r: [ kay, i'll set it up ] Elita One: *She's happy just where she is, Rumble. Bless your spark for thinking of her, though.* B l u r r: [ anyway im sORRY you guys have to consistently put up with my stupid coco soundtrackssdbfjkda. I've been working to it all day. ] B l u r r: [ anyway if everyone is ready, we can go now ] B l u r r: [ captions are still on, I believe ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((...is the sound working for anyone else or is my headphones being stupid)) B l u r r: (( wait someone tell me if sound isn't working dbhjsfs )) BoneAndHook: ((it's working here)) Elita One: ((Working fine here ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i rebooted chrome, got sound now)) B l u r r: [[ yay! ]] BoneAndHook: *okay, the movie's already boring, they're now busy peering at the person they haven't seen here before.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hey, I didn't know the Boss got a movie.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oops // marks)) BoneAndHook: ((soundwave the ventriloquist, speaking through his deployers)) BoneAndHook: *Hook leans over to mumble at Rumble* H: Hey, what's with Commander Painted-In-The-Blood-Of-His-Enemies over there? BoneAndHook: B: Yeah, looks like the kinda guy you give a Warworld to. He important? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble doesn't bother leaning up because other people can come down to his height.* //Who, Elita?// *Frown.* //She's kinda the whole boss of a city, so... yeah?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey, this some kinda singin' 'n dancin' movie?// B l u r r: / chewing on a snack idly / Don't know. B l u r r: Though, I assume if it was, we would have seen something already. BoneAndHook: H: Borin'. B l u r r: You're always bored. BoneAndHook: *he would have said that no matter what they'd seen so far, honestly.* BoneAndHook: H: Humans are always borin'! BoneAndHook: 'Cept when they're dyin'. B l u r r: Humans aren't boring. They're entertaining because you CAN make them run and panic for a little while. BoneAndHook: B: REAL humans are fun to make panic. And crush. And cook. But they're borin' when they're... doin' human things. B l u r r: We played Risk with an entire planet for the longest time. Elita One: If this is a singing and dancing movie than Prowl should have come, not me. *sinks into her seat a little more and starts examining her claws* BoneAndHook: *ZOOP over to Elita* ItsyBitsySpyers: //MONSTER// B l u r r: / instantly interested / BoneAndHook: H: Hey, ya know Prowl, too? B l u r r: Ah... good. I hope it kills people. BoneAndHook: B: He into music where you are? Elita One: *arches an optic ridge at them both* I do and she is. ItsyBitsySpyers: //That looks gross as fra-- what's he doin', startin' his own pie store?// B l u r r: Probably doesn't even like them himself ItsyBitsySpyers: //'N if she's into music how come she ain't never been to the Boss' club.// BoneAndHook: *Prowl's a she in Elita's universe. does that mean he's a she in THEIR universe? have they had it wrong ALL THIS TIME?* BoneAndHook: *they have a hurried whispered debate on the subject.* BoneAndHook: *"we'll ask when we get home" somehow doesn't occur to them.* Elita One: Hasn't she started going recently? B l u r r: .... Eugh. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Not for movies, ya big pink mudflap. For the club part.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hmphs. Rude, human.* B l u r r: ... Oh, it DOES kill people! /grins/ BoneAndHook: B: Is he dyin'?! B l u r r: / claps claws together / Elita One: *shrugs* I couldn't tell you. B l u r r: ... Wait, he was only missing two fingers. How is there that much blood? BoneAndHook: B: Aw, he only lost a couple fingers? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Points* //They ain't missin' no more.// B l u r r: Well, there you have it. B l u r r: Now, show me that monster. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Whoa.// Elita One: Oh vicious little beasty. B l u r r: Aaah... /wiggles claws/ BoneAndHook: B: That ain't nothin'. Losin' a couple fingers is just a good night. B l u r r: A simple fun time. Elita One: At least it wasn't an arm~ BoneAndHook: H: How would you know, YOU ain't the one that loses them. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Can't believe you're still sore Ravage took it.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't like it was on you no more.// BoneAndHook: B: Ravage got his whole arm?! Haw! Lucky fragger. BoneAndHook: ((oh no wait, i misread that as coming from blurr)) BoneAndHook: ((i was like WHEN DID BLURR LOSE AN ARM, BUT IM NOT SURPRISED)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((lmao)) B l u r r: [[ i mean he has a few times tbh. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Oh, yeah. Chewed on it for months.// Elita One: Oh, I'm hardly sore about it. Gave me a chance to get an upgrade. *smirks and flexes said arm* BoneAndHook: B: Pff. I could finish it off in a couple nights. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, well, you're way the frag bigger 'n us. Probably you coulda popped a whole hand in your mouth.// BoneAndHook: H: He ain't allowed to do a whole hand at once no more, it messes up his fuel tank. B l u r r: .... He's /perfect/ ItsyBitsySpyers: //'N listen, you want another arm upgrade, Ravage's your mech.// BoneAndHook: B: Gross, you into organics? B l u r r: Me? No. B l u r r: I like monsters. BoneAndHook: *they both look blankly at the screen.* BoneAndHook: H: ......... What monster? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble leans toward the screen and squints.* //His fingers is all... pale.// B l u r r: Oh for pits sake. B l u r r: The monster in the water. BoneAndHook: B: ...... What monster in the water? B l u r r: ... You put it in a cage, of course it doesn't like you. BoneAndHook: ((he's such a shitbag)) B l u r r: [[ he is ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((so much so)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //That monster.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //The one talkin' eggs.// BoneAndHook: H: ... What monster? B l u r r: He's not gonna get it. BoneAndHook: B: What, the human that's swimmin' around? B l u r r: Neither one of them have the processing power to figure it ou. B l u r r: *out. ItsyBitsySpyers: *SNORT LAUGH* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, the - the human.// BoneAndHook: ((I wonder how well that line played in Baltimore)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((god this is so awkward)) B l u r r: [[ fdjskfnd ]] BoneAndHook: *LOUD BOOING* BoneAndHook: *the booing cointinues even though the sex is gone* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Guess I owe Frenzy a new grenade.// Elita One: I'd have bitten his fingers off again if I were her. BoneAndHook: H: How come they keep one human in a tank like that? ItsyBitsySpyers: //"Human scary movies gotta have borin' scrap like people fraggin'," he said. "C'mon, not all of 'em," I said. Puh.// BoneAndHook: B: I saw one with nobody fraggin'. ItsyBitsySpyers: //'N probably cause he likes water. Like Seaspray.// Elita One: This is supposed to be a scary movie? ItsyBitsySpyers: //'Course it is. Bit some fragger's fingers off, ain't he? Even if the conjunx lady don't.// BoneAndHook: B: Oh, yeah, I knew some guys like that. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah? Who?// B l u r r: It's not scary per say. B l u r r: But, I rather like movies about monsters- we deserve more than what we get, you know. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pffft. Where's your scales 'n scrap?// B l u r r: Not all monsters have scales. BoneAndHook: B: Uh... there's... Hey Hook, who was that guy who hangs out with the guy that sounds like Megatron? Looked like candy, turns into a beast. Elita One: It's a bit dull so far. BoneAndHook: H: Overbite? B l u r r: I think it's fantastic... BoneAndHook: B: Yeah, him. He's one. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Huh. Never heard of 'im.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Primus.// BoneAndHook: B: He's alright. Got good taste. B l u r r: Ohh, I hope he kills that stupid, disgusting human. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Like, bitin' fingers taste, or taste in stuff?// BoneAndHook: B: Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh. That answers that.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ssssssso I'm thinkin' fraggin' off gods ain't a good idea.// BoneAndHook: H: Huh. That ain't no god. Humans don't got gods. They might think they do, but they don't. ItsyBitsySpyers: //How d'you know?// B l u r r: ... Honestly, the entire human race slags me off. Elita One: Unpleasant little man, isn't he? BoneAndHook: H: Cuz I've squashed enough of them to know they ain't got no souls. If they had gods, they'd've given them souls. BoneAndHook: H: Organics ain't nothin' but self-propelled chemical reactions. B l u r r: ... / wow. that's... so fuckiing sappy / ItsyBitsySpyers: //....Oh. Ohhhhhh. I get it. Heh.// BoneAndHook: B: Oh gross, she's into the guy in the tank. BoneAndHook: *HUMAN AFFECTION. NASTY.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Duh.// B l u r r: / That's so sweet / Elita One: What an excellent way of communicating. BoneAndHook: B: They gonna start fraggin'? ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Why the frag they gonna come back he don't let 'em sit down in all them seats. Dumb aft.// Elita One: Guess not. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thinks Elita has a point about the hand language, though. Maybe he'll tell the Boss to watch this.* BoneAndHook: H: ... Okay, so. They're talkin' about the guy in the tank like he ain't a human. How come? BoneAndHook: H: I mean—OBVIOUSLY he's a human. B l u r r: Because he's not. BoneAndHook: H: We lookin' at the same movie? It's obviously a human. Looks just like the others. Elita One: He certainly looks like one. BoneAndHook: H: What, did they get lazy with the costumin'? B l u r r: / scrubs faceplate / B l u r r: If you combined both of your processors, you would have less than half. ItsyBitsySpyers: //He's got them weird... things.// *Wiggles his fingers around his neck and cheeks* ItsyBitsySpyers: //That's how come.// BoneAndHook: B: Hey! You shut the frag up. We ain't stupid. *jerks thumb at Hook.* He's the best medic on Cybertron. B l u r r: / outright cackles / Elita One: Do you think Cybertronians only look a certain way or they're monsters? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Who?// Elita One: Our host. B l u r r: It depends on your definition of monster, you see. There's the literal defenition, and there's the figurative one. BoneAndHook: H: Is that it? He ain't human cuz he got weird frills? I seen lots of humans with weird fat jiggly jaws, though. Was they not humans too? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble opens his mouth to answer that before realizing he doesn't know.* B l u r r: Cybertronians vary on looks depending on the verse. That is not what I consider a monster. B l u r r: You can look like a monster any way you like. / wiggles claws / I choose to look more like a monster than a Cybertronian because I prefer to be a monster. BoneAndHook: B: ... They gonna frag? Elita One: I hope not. BoneAndHook: B: I hope none of them frag. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...I mean, I ain't seen no jiggly human necks do the... the flappin' thing. Y'know, the... BLAAAAARGH// *wiggles fingers* BoneAndHook: H: ... I bet if they shouted loud enough. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh my god hook)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //I don't get it. How come he's helpin'?// Elita One: He's a scientist. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't he wanna take it himself?// BoneAndHook: H: He said how come. He don't wanna see it die. BoneAndHook: H: 'N' his bosses won't agree to rescue it. B l u r r: Who cares? ItsyBitsySpyers: //He could keep it his own self. He knows how.// *Pointing at instructions on screen* B l u r r: To pit with his bosses. BoneAndHook: H: He does. Ain't you followin' the plot? Or you only got half a processor. B l u r r: ... / leans forward and sneers at / He does care, but he put science above that. Elita One: He'd be foolish to keep him safe after so strongly objecting to them dissecting him. BoneAndHook: H: Obviously he don't put science above that, or else he wouldn't be doin' this. B l u r r: Look, I don't care about that human. B l u r r: I care about the monster in the fraggin' cart. BoneAndHook: H: Then why you askin' about him? Watch the fraggin' movie. B l u r r: /I/ didn't ask anything. BoneAndHook: You asked who cares, ya moron. B l u r r: That's rhetorical, you dimwitted scrap heap. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, he ain't got a job no more.// Elita One: *she still thinks the asset looks human* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's pretty sure it's not, because the movie says it isn't, but now he doesn't know why.* BoneAndHook: H: Well then don't get involved in an ongoin' conversation if ya don't wanna participate in it, ya idiot. B l u r r: Listen, you twit. You can't even figure out what a monster is. ItsyBitsySpyers: //What's the salt do?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //It like medicine or somethin'?// B l u r r: Scientist said something about it heling him. BoneAndHook: H: You can't recognize a human when ya see one. Elita One: The human with the missing fingers is the monster. We all saw the way he's behaved so far. B l u r r: I've killed plenty of humans. I can recognize them. BoneAndHook: H: He was wheezin' and all. Must make it easier to breathe. ItsyBitsySpyers: //The way he's behaved. Y'mean shockin' the water fleshie 'n stuff?// Elita One: And toward the mute human. Elisa? BoneAndHook: H: I 'unno, he shocked him to get back at him for bitin' off his fingers, yeah? B l u r r: He was shocking him before. BoneAndHook: H: Didn't see him shockin' him before. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble scratches his chin.* B l u r r: He had the shock weapon in the bathroom. BoneAndHook: H: We dunno who started it. B l u r r: With blood on it already. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I'm thinkin' he did. He got that stick - yeah.// BoneAndHook: H: We dunno if the water guy started it first, though. They both seem like mean fraggers. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Said he took the water fleshie outta his house 'n dragged him up.// B l u r r: The human took him out of his habitat. B l u r r: That stupid slagger started it. BoneAndHook: H: Yeah, well, he was gettin' worshipped like a god, right? People what get worshipped have huge egoes. Rude to everybody, ya know? He probably deserved it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks to Elita and Blurr.* //He got a point.// B l u r r: Does he look like he's capable of being rude ? He can't speak. BoneAndHook: H: Ya don't think bitin' someone's fingers off is rude? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Can too. He been sayin' egg 'n scrap.// B l u r r: He attacked the human because the human attacked him first. Humans are fickle, simple ceatures. B l u r r: Anything that's different... they don't like it. They wanna pick it apart piece by piece. B l u r r: [[ yikes I forgot about the animal death in this movie my B. ]] B l u r r: a WARNING yes ]] Elita One: *chuckles lowly at Elisa daring to stand up to him like that* BoneAndHook: H: *points* Yeah, see? His neck does the thing when he's loud enough.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'll be back in like five.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh god i didn't realize you could still see the cat body in teh background)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //He's all glowy.// BoneAndHook: B: Weirdo. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Who's weird?// BoneAndHook: B: The water guy. BoneAndHook: *BOTH START BOOING* ItsyBitsySpyers: //For glowin'? What's wrong with that?// B l u r r: Similar to biolights, aren't they? BoneAndHook: *oh it's already over* B l u r r: [[ I love their friendship. So much. ]] BoneAndHook: *BOOING RETURNS* B l u r r: [[ i love how suppORTIVE SHE IS OMFG ]] BoneAndHook: *they learned way too much about alien genitalia today.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble laughs into his hands. That is definitely a joke he's been in the multiverse long enough to get.* BoneAndHook: B: Yeah, it is like biolights. S'why it's weird. S'a, what's it called. B l u r r: [[ I'm the bodyguard eating food, tbfh ]] BoneAndHook: B: Uncanny valley. If somethin' looks nothin' like you, it's okay. if it looks exactly like you, it's okay. If it looks like you but it's a little bit wrong, it's fraggin' weird. BoneAndHook: B: It's shaped like a mech, it's glowin' like a mech, but it's made of meat. It's weird. B l u r r: I think it's fantastic. Elita One: ((nopestf out ItsyBitsySpyers: //I dunno. It's kinda neat. Wonder if they work like -- uh.// BoneAndHook: ((sssscreamsnfsgklj)) B l u r r: [[ sORRY ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Frag is wrong with his hand.// B l u r r: [[ I keep forgetting to write specific warnings ]] BoneAndHook: ((we've seen it, we know. it's still NOPE)) Elita One: What in the name of Solus Prime was that? BoneAndHook: *Hook's just staring at Bonecrusher wondering when tf Bonecrusher learned what an uncanny valley is.* BoneAndHook: *BOOING RESUMES* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey, he got more fur.// Elita One: Oh well then. BoneAndHook: *BOOING INTENSIFIES* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Rude. If the door's a leakin', don't come a-peekin'.// BoneAndHook: *THEY TRY TO KEEP BOOIng but now they're laughing thanks rumble* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Welcome.* Elita One: *laughs* ItsyBitsySpyers: //...They're threatenin' to disappear him?// BoneAndHook: H: Sound like it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Not for nothin', but he just got warnin' to go runnin'.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey, she's singin'.// BoneAndHook: H: He fix her vocalizer? B l u r r: I'm pretty sure this is in her mind? ItsyBitsySpyers: //I don't remember seein' it...// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ohhh.// BoneAndHook: B: Naw, it's a—fraggin'—metaphor, thing. BoneAndHook: H: ... This scene happened before humans invented color. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Heard about that, huh.// Elita One: Before humans did what? BoneAndHook: *dumb constructichuckles. they SURE DID.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ew, he's flakin'.// BoneAndHook: *OH. OH. SHE DIDN'T HEAR.* BoneAndHook: H: Oh, yeah, Earth didn't always have colors. They had t' invent 'em. In the last, I 'unno, fifty years or so. BoneAndHook: B: Yeah! Heh. Yeah. If you watch their old movies, they was made before colors were. Elita One: *the most disbelieving of stares* BoneAndHook: H: S'true. Watch their old movies. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Resisting the urge to facepalm, if only to see if Elita will buy it* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Holy frag?!// ItsyBitsySpyers: *It'd be like Soundwave shooting him half to death on pickup?? Why???? OH--* BoneAndHook: B: That looks painful. I gotta remember that. Elita One: I'd sooner believe Earth was flat and I'd never believe that. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Knows what he's doin', I guess.// BoneAndHook: *disappointed groans.* H: Guess you ain't as dumb as Smokescreen. Elita One: Smokescreen thinks Optimus Prime was one of the original Thirteen. Of course I'm not that dumb. BoneAndHook: B: Original thirteen what? Elita One: Primes. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Aw, frag, don't talk about that dumb book. I jus' finished forgettin' it.// Elita One: He got a few things right but most of it was nonsense. BoneAndHook: ... *Bonecrusher counts on his fingers.* B: There ain't been thirteen. There's been five. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, well. Even Optimus said -- Primus below.// BoneAndHook: H: Six. Rodimus counts. ItsyBitsySpyers: //He jus' - cracked his fingers off??? Why in the Pit--?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Squealer.// B l u r r: Rat. BoneAndHook: B: It's symbolism. ItsyBitsySpyers: //He didn't even take his fingers with him.// B l u r r: Rude. BoneAndHook: B: There's a lotta symbolism. It's real obvious slag. Elita One: Hmm, I suppose things must be different in your universe. How to explain this? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, yeah, fingers is columns 'n slag. But symbolschism don't mean he gotta leave 'em there when he's done talkin'.// B l u r r: [[ he's so cute im dead ]] BoneAndHook: B: Naw, not that. Show's he's corrodin'. He's been dyin' since he took the guy in the water, see. He's just been refusin' to admit it. Elita One: *taps her chin thoughtfully* Smokescreen thinks Optimus Prime is a direct descendant of Primus and that he's been on Cybertron since before there even were Cybertronians. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...THAT'S why his fingers was goin' weird colors?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //'N Smokescreen's fulla slag.// BoneAndHook: Them corrodin' all the way an' fallin' off is him realizin' he's gonna die and not holdin' on to them no more. See. S' a memento merry. Elita One: Rotting from the inside out. ItsyBitsySpyers: //So his fingers was, like. Rustin'. I got it now.// *Pause.* //I ain't gonna mourn that fleshy.// B l u r r: No one should. B l u r r: He deserves it. BoneAndHook: *Hook squints at Elita.* ... Ain't everybody a direct descendant of Primus? Why's he think Optimus is so old? Elita One: Probably so he doesn't feel so old. Elita One: ((LS, you literally decided to stop working at the very end of the movie why? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Neck wigglers!// B l u r r: [[ did it? ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((mine works)) BoneAndHook: ((it's working here)) Elita One: ((I think it's my laptop being an assbutt B l u r r: [[ ruudde ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Poem? Rumble perks.* Elita One: ((The network adaptor has some kind of issue I think because it's the source of my horrid audio glitch B l u r r: [[ Awww. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *...That didn't tug his spark a little, no. Shut up.* B l u r r: [[ God i love. This movie so much . ]] Elita One: ((Such a great soundtrack B l u r r: ... /oh it sure tugged his / B l u r r: / The monster stayed alive. And was allowed to liVE A LIFE / Elita One: *isn't enough of a romantic but she did enjoy Elisa and the Asset beating that overbearing rust bucket of a human* ItsyBitsySpyers: //...She's gonna get all weird 'n wrinkly though.// Elita One: Maybe she'll grow scales? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Humans in water do that. Seen it. 'S kinda gross.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //She got a lotta scales t'grow.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Streeeeeetch.* //Guess it ain't a bad movie. Think the Boss'd like it way more'n me. Her not talkin' 'n all the music stuff.// B l u r r: Well, I thought it was fantastic. B l u r r: The monster got to live in the end ItsyBitsySpyers: //Me, I kinda wanted more punchin'.// BoneAndHook: B: The color symbolism was laid on too thick. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, livin's a good endin'.// *He turns to look at Bonecrusher.* //...I'mma stay long enough to ask whatch amean.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's getting the sense Bonecrusher has been hiding that he knows a bunch of neat scrap and is 100% willing to learn.* BoneAndHook: *Hook sighs and slouches down. you had to ask the art critic about colors.* BoneAndHook: B: So. Everythin' in the movie is blue or green. 'Cept for the parts that are yellow. 'N' if it's blue-green that don't mean nothin'. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Don't mind Rumble. Just gonna get comfy and listen with his chin on his fist.* BoneAndHook: B: If it's blue it's about the main characters. Her room is blue, he's blue, water things are blue—both of them are all watery 'n' blue. BoneAndHook: B: Her room's the only one that's blue, everyone else's homes are yellow. That makes her a weirdo, see? The guy with the humans, his home is REALLY yellow. BoneAndHook: B: If it's green it's new technology—new to humans, anyhow. There was a store with TVs at the start all glowin'. If it's got electricity involved it's green. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble squints.* //That how come the wiggly fuel stuff's green?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Bein' new?// BoneAndHook: B: The one from the restaurant with the guy with the fake accent? Yeah. They keep it fridgerated. So it's electric. BoneAndHook: B: When the guy with the fingers got his car everyone kept callin' it green even though it looked blue cuz that made it consistent with the symbolism, but they was too lazy to actually paint it green. BoneAndHook: B: Which is dumb. Can't be that hard to find a green car for a movie. BoneAndHook: B: Anyhow it was way too obvious. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...I'mma go home 'n watch it again. For the color stuff. Even if they ain't got money for car paint.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Where'dja learn all this stuff anyway?// BoneAndHook: *points at the screen* B: I just watched it. BoneAndHook: B: It got real obvious when they started talkin' about the car like it was a different color than it was. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Naw, not that. I mean 'bout... ah, never mind. Next time.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Maybe he can borrow it, or listen to whoever it was, or something.* //I don't get back soon 'n Frenzy's gonna stick holes in my berth. See ya 'round, huh?// BoneAndHook: B: Yeah, see ya. *holds out hand for another fist bump, like a moron who didn't learn the first time.* BoneAndHook: *because that's what he is.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is SO TEMPTED to give him a second one... but learned something cool, so Bonecrusher gets an actual proper one.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hook gets a half-assed salute, Elita and Blurr nods, and OFF he runs* BoneAndHook: *and back home they go.*

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a really badly explained plot of Invasion AU below

Roswell, Vincent, Laionel, Nekro, Newt and Ryland are the main cast

there’s no Drew, Chester, Nestor, Kate and Liam

Kendrick and Nyssa appear at some point,

Vincents’ parents are dead and his brother Joel is missing,

well Laionels’ parents are obviously dead too

great

Gordon, Ramsay, Erwin and Chris appear

I still didn’t decide what about Mattie

basically there’s no Howard too, he doesn’t appear till the very end

Roswell is married to Ryland yaayy *but the media doesn’t know*

it takes place on Beta 5 (the canon main human cast home planet)

Beta 8 is the Greyhound home planet

!quick reminder! Barons full name is Timothy Roswell and his undercover name is Aaron Dantes

well the basic idea was that B8 invades B5 like in canon, but earlier

when Vincent was like 28 and Lai 6

but it starts just like canon - Ryland meets Tim that’s working on creating a breach between Beta8 and some other planet that ends up being Beta5, because their home-planet is being destroyed by meteor showers

(actually during this AU B8 gets completely destroyed by an asteroid after everyone moved to B5),

then Howard appears, he’s a lil shit as usually and would mess up with Roswells’ plans *bcs creating breaches in time an space IS ILLEGAL* so he kicks his ass and throws out of B8 plus creates a power-field around the planet that keeps the red shrimp away so he can work on his *not so* mischievous plans in peace,

there’s of course the civil war and the formation of the rebel groups against Baron

his *not so* evil plan was to make a deal with B5 humans to lend Greyhounds some of their land to move on to//and later on they could maybe build a city on the sea? like on a fake island or smth? idk// well they could live together - in return Greyhounds would give them their technology

what a damn utopia, he tried

at the other hand that deal was still kinda an ultimatum, Greyhounds had no choice, they needed to move on B5 even If humans liked it or not, because their planet was for sure going to get destroyed sooner or later,

so they invaded them. i guess. lol.

it’s earlier so the rebels forces weren't so well military equipped and just ready to stand against Baron, but still had spies among his forces, while he was trying to make this deal with B5 they started to encourage others to rebel *because it was taking a lot of time and humans are so fragile and it would be easier just to take the planet by force right duh*

in a result they actually /did that/

all Greyhounds are really short-tempered and impatient lol

well then there was no chance no finish the deal, it was cut off and humans basically run away? ? at one side that’s what you do when you get attacked and ur damn planet doesn’t even have an army, but at the other hand that was actually a really dumb decision made by humans?? bcs Baron was maybe not on their side, but also against rebels after all ?? ? heh

so his own forces go rogue and start mass murdering humans, stuff gets out of control for few days

sad

well until the ones in charge of the riots are taken down by what was left of Barons forces still at his side

still not everyone responsible for it dies and later on takes over the government to form the new Council, *do they ever learn?? no, they don’t*

so the riots stop *more or less*, before humanity is wiped out and they make an agreement - humans can live alongside them, can’t be enslaved, but basically have no other rights, and have to live in the specific parts of the town, mostly outskirts

and u know who came up with this agreement? It was Tim, but Greyhounds don’t talk about it, some still hate him for not letting them just kill everyone and be done :U

after that he was thrown out of his position of a leader and just came back to being a scientist

and that would be from Barons point of view

meanwhile back at the beginning Vincent was working as cop for mere 4 years when it all started

and as B5 didn’t have a proper army, police was the only institution that could stand against the Greyhounds *not for long tho* and was mostly in charge of the evacuations

well long story short he bumbs into that kid left alone on the street and adopts him. done. sdhfjkdshfjkhsdjk the city is burning!! gotta run away!!

and through the entire AU everyone keeps asking why the hell did he do that, that was so stupid, he just made a problem for himself wtf,

would u leave a kid in the burning city invaded by evil dog aliens?

no.

and they run away and just travel a lot, trying not to get killed, that keeps going for few years, until they meet and join Nekors group of rebels that’s trying to take down the government

good idea

that would be enough for the exposition pff

----- present time -----

which is like 8-9 years after the invasion

everything takes places in the newly built by Greyhounds Capitol City, that’s where Barons Lab Center is

and Nekor and the rest live on the outskirts

it's the human part of the outskirts, but poorer greyhounds live there too or just the one that aren’t so against humans

so like they have this sort of a bar, not everyone can get inside tho,

the bar is just in the front, its kinda like a basement ?? but not basement basement, they have gun storage in the basement, and in the back part of the building, they all actually live there or in the buildings around so no government spy gets inside lol idk, but it’s old, like made of bricks

im bad at describing stuff especially buildings

Nekors’ in charge alongside with Newt, Vincent sometimes gets to speak for himself as /a human/,

Laionel’s just sort of a there, they are keeping him as long as Vincent’s alive,,,

it took Baron some time to track down the rebels and they were the closest group so he just went to them

*imagine Baron thinking about how rebels dress to match with them dfhdksj*

he goes undercover *i just love this prompt fight me*

and it starts really cheesy with him saving the child from some Greyhounds on the street

later on Nekor n the rest take him hostage as a spy, but the child is like /ay he helped me/ so Vincent’s like/ ay wait let him speak/

he introduces himself as one of the Barons scientists that could provide them maps or other useful information

so the irony is that both Baron and Vincent have to work with those who started the war

tragic.

I mean it really is, Nekro, Newt, Hicks and the rest were rebels back on B8 so for quite a long time and it’s their fault too

Vincent doesn't know about it tho

Nekor as a long term rebel stil didn’t get over is hate towards Baron even tho he haven’t been important at all for a long time now and has no control, but Nekor is incredibly stupid in this AU and doesn’t recognize him

like everyone, but just, let’s say he should. at least a little bit.

they work together for over half a year (up to 8 months I don’t know)

during this time Roswell has to sneak out of his lab, sometimes few times a week

poor Ryland doesn’t know about anything and starts to worry quite fast when he starts to disappear for whole days :U

well until he finds out //that was like the first thing Ii posted with this au lol

it’s when rebels decide to ‘hey let’s just? attack Barons lab? I mean he’s not doin shit now, but he used to be a jerk right?’ good idea huh?’

but I have few other versions of how he could find out so that may change

*AUs for AUs for days*

same goes with how Nekor and the rest finds out

i just can’t decide which is canon in this au dksf

there’s at least 5 versions now

kill me

there’s also a part when the child gets taken into custody and Baron has to get him out of there. as himself. not undercover. that’s pretty ridiculous I gotta say

but what is this Barons long term undercover game even for

well there's another tower that emits a power-field that keeps Howard away from Beta5 too, so they have to destroy it/turn off, Baron can get inside because he projected and built it and does check ups once in a while, but can’t mess with it,

the council just waits for any mistakes he would do to shut down his lab or even get rid of him in any other way,

so he needs a backup like a group of rebels that would burst into the government building, make a mess, give Tim some time(lol) to turn it off, they would take the council hostage and wait for Howard to do his job.

easy.

well Tim should die in effect, because he kicked his ass in the first place so eh.

the only AU where Howard is actually NEEDED and WANTED what a plot twist

but how the hell can you fix a planet completely taken over by a race that can’t go back to their home planet *bcs it doesn’t exist*

isn’t that too much even for The Watchman

idk

no srsly i don’t know how to end it

???? ?

that’s it

i guess

#im open to any questions #sigh #fdssdf #invasion au #spokpost

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