[CLOSED] Now I'm done with nothing new;

[vampdetective]

Who: Angelus & Tohru Honda, with guest appearances by Saki Hanajima, Lydia Martin & Regina Mills.
Where: The eighth floor.
When: The night of 10/30.
Rating: R, violence.
Summary: With his cover blown, Angelus is done playing boy scout.
The Story:

Waiting was always the hardest part. He was not a patient creature by nature; this past month had been a trying exercise in and of itself, one he was more than ready to be done with. The reappearance of Cordelia Chase had been the first sign that things would have to change soon; there was no fooling her for long, and he was positive she was already getting the word out. If she hadn't done it already, then she'd have picked up on Saki Hanajima screaming for help over the network-- other people might not have been convinced, but Cordelia knew how he operated. She'd believe her. That meant biding his time was no longer an option.

Fine by him. He'd been getting bored, anyway.

It's 10:05 when he leans back against the door to Tohru Honda's room, arms casually folded across his chest, legs crossed at the ankle as he lets the door itself prop him up, half-hidden by the shadows as he fixed his gaze on the end of the hallway, just waiting for any sign of the diner's proprietress. She was a brave girl, warned against him and still she ventured out of her room, despite the fact that the threshold was the only thing that could, technically, keep her safe, if he weren't creative enough to smoke her out. He couldn't cross it on his own without an invitation, but there was no metaphysical law saying he couldn't throw something in.

10:06. A sliver of light appears at the end of the hallway as the diner door swings open, and he waits.

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[madehervows]

It's the day after Wonderland decided they needed an all expenses paid trip to Storybrooke, so is it any surprise that Regina's not exactly in the mood to sleep? She knew Wonderland had the power to draw on peoples' memories; but it wasn't like it just sent them to Storybrooke for a week, they were cursed. The Dark Curse has the power to break the walls between realms, it isn't something that should be able to be used like that. So she might as well turn her inability to sleep into something productive.

When the knock at her door comes, it startles her out of her concentration. The main area of her room has been changed around, tables and books everywhere. They aren't her books, but they'll have to do for now. For a moment she debates whether or not to answer it, someone knocking this late can't be good news.

Still, fairytale characters rarely have common sense.

"Angel?"

[vampdetective]

He smiles broadly when she answers, something almost boyish about his expression as he looks her over. A little more subdued than the Mirror had been; those dresses seemed to be out of the question with this version of her, but the essence is still the same.

"Not anymore," he says plainly, pushing himself away from the door so that he stood up straight, impossibly tall now that he wasn't hunching as Angel tended to.

"I have you to thank for that. Well, your Mirror-- but she's not here right now." His smile turns just slightly unpleasant, a cold gleam in his eye betraying that there's no true mirth there. "I figure you'll have to do."