[Miguel doesn't look up from his book. It's one of the old world mysteries he dug on up on the InfoNet, something banned by the Empire and subsequently released after Aro - in a fit of something people had called generosity or selflessness at the time but was really just boredom - had hanged their king and executed all of his children with a sword. Afterwards she stuck their heads on pikes and burned his castle down. Let her foot soldiers do what they wanted to the staff, burned the evidence, and afterward - just to be thorough - she'd had the entire place firebombed from the sky. Just to make sure they'd gotten everyone, hadn't left any survivors hiding in the rubble.
No one seems to remember that these days. They prefer talking about the books that had been denied to them.
In the meantime, he reads his book and tries to focus on the lines on his data pad. They're blurring before his eyes and not because his glasses are cracked. Miguel wipes his nose on the back of his hand and grimaces when it comes away sticky with blood and something colored black like tar.
Goddamn it. Another thing he can thank Aro for.
Miguel wipes the whole mess against the table and signals for another drink. He deserves it. His head is going to start pounding like a motherfucker in a few minutes and he's all out of Ice to chase the pain away.
Besides, Gilly hasn't shown. If Miguel has to spend the entire night waiting on him, then he can damn well get drunk in the meantime.]
[ He was sure it was the right man, the description of his face right down to the clothes he'd be wearing and the body language of how he'd be sitting. Will was content to just watch a little longer, see if he had any other clients on their way to see him. Being a little closer would have been better, he would have been able to see what he was reading, take more mental notes on his personality before deciding how to approach him.
It was while Will was sitting there, observing that he noticed Miguel's nose started to bleed. He was curious. It seemed so black, so thick and sticky looking, clearly, it wasn't normal. Why couldn't any of his cases be easy? Maybe it was a side effect or something, whatever it was, it made Will coughed and gag as he spluttered his drink a little. Hopefully, it wouldn't draw any attention his way.
He needed to make his move, he needed to get closer and fast, if this guy was ill he could up and leave at any moment and Will didn't fancy himself following him around an unknown place like this.
Taking a deep breath, Will raised from his seat and slowly made his way over. As it happened there was a cigarette machine near to where Miguel was sitting. Avoiding the youngsters playing darts, Will passed his target and started to fumble with the maching. Tapping it and seeing frustrated that it wasn't working, hopefully, he could make enough noise to just gain the attention of the man he was after. ]
[It doesn't hurt right away. That's the tricky part with Black Sun. When programed properly it can kill in under a minute - sixty full seconds of agonizing, ugly pain - but when left to its own devices and away from Aro's goddamn nanite machine it tends to act up. Almost like a petulant child, Miguel thinks, though he doesn't really know any children. Sometimes it just acts up and gives him awful headaches, worse than any hangover he's suffered through, and he'll bleed black, tar-like gunk for a few hours. Good times. But, as Aro would say, at least you're not dead.
There was a warning there, always had been, about how easy it would be for her to flip the switch and kill him outright. Wouldn't even take a second. The Black Sun was an effective weapon. She'd infected most of her foot soldiers with it and while it made them strong, it also made them easy to kill if they misbehaved. She was clever in that way.
Miguel wipes his face again, frowning. There's a man making a fuss at the cigarette machine. Curly brown hair, dark eyes, handsome in that quiet way. And clearly invested in getting his nicotine fix. Miguel groans.]
Oh, shut up.
[He has cigarettes of his own and offers one to the man, one hand over his mouth and nose to hide the mess. Maybe now he'll go away.]
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Date: 2016-11-18 01:20 am (UTC)No one seems to remember that these days. They prefer talking about the books that had been denied to them.
In the meantime, he reads his book and tries to focus on the lines on his data pad. They're blurring before his eyes and not because his glasses are cracked. Miguel wipes his nose on the back of his hand and grimaces when it comes away sticky with blood and something colored black like tar.
Goddamn it. Another thing he can thank Aro for.
Miguel wipes the whole mess against the table and signals for another drink. He deserves it. His head is going to start pounding like a motherfucker in a few minutes and he's all out of Ice to chase the pain away.
Besides, Gilly hasn't shown. If Miguel has to spend the entire night waiting on him, then he can damn well get drunk in the meantime.]
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Date: 2016-11-18 05:53 pm (UTC)It was while Will was sitting there, observing that he noticed Miguel's nose started to bleed. He was curious. It seemed so black, so thick and sticky looking, clearly, it wasn't normal. Why couldn't any of his cases be easy? Maybe it was a side effect or something, whatever it was, it made Will coughed and gag as he spluttered his drink a little. Hopefully, it wouldn't draw any attention his way.
He needed to make his move, he needed to get closer and fast, if this guy was ill he could up and leave at any moment and Will didn't fancy himself following him around an unknown place like this.
Taking a deep breath, Will raised from his seat and slowly made his way over. As it happened there was a cigarette machine near to where Miguel was sitting. Avoiding the youngsters playing darts, Will passed his target and started to fumble with the maching. Tapping it and seeing frustrated that it wasn't working, hopefully, he could make enough noise to just gain the attention of the man he was after. ]
For crying out loud man, c'mon.
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Date: 2016-11-18 06:13 pm (UTC)There was a warning there, always had been, about how easy it would be for her to flip the switch and kill him outright. Wouldn't even take a second. The Black Sun was an effective weapon. She'd infected most of her foot soldiers with it and while it made them strong, it also made them easy to kill if they misbehaved. She was clever in that way.
Miguel wipes his face again, frowning. There's a man making a fuss at the cigarette machine. Curly brown hair, dark eyes, handsome in that quiet way. And clearly invested in getting his nicotine fix. Miguel groans.]
Oh, shut up.
[He has cigarettes of his own and offers one to the man, one hand over his mouth and nose to hide the mess. Maybe now he'll go away.]