[OPEN] Oh, you'll probably go to heaven, please don't hang your head and cry;

[vampdetective]

Who: Angelus & you!
Where: Throughout the mansion and grounds.
When: January 18th - 20th, only available on the grounds after dark.
Rating: R
Summary: Regina issued a challenge. So far, Angelus has been biding his time behind bars or hanging out in dark corners and behaving himself, but now? It's a matter of pride.
The Story:

It seemed stupid now, looking back-- months wasted, months sitting on his hands aside from the throwaway deaths of a couple of teenage girls, weeks spent rotting behind bars in wait, pretending steel was enough to hold him for all that time. Regina's Mirror had made it easy on him, at least-- saved him the effort of having to work at those bars and springing him loose while everyone had been preoccupied, more interested in the Jabberwocky than what they considered to be lesser threats. Lesser was something he could agree to in that situation, and only then, but things weren't what Regina had made them out to be. He wasn't nothing at all.

If she was so damn determined that he was harmless, that he couldn't do any real damage, then it was time to take the gloves off. Stop waiting for the right time, stop trying to play the long game, stop choking down cold, bagged blood just to keep himself under the radar and avoid being blown up by angels. It was almost as rotten an existence as the one Angel lead himself, and that, that was unacceptable. That Angelus had chosen it at all, even in the interest of keeping his head above water in an enclosed space with a dozen other dangerous captives--

No more. No more swallowing down cold swill, no more pretending he wasn't interested in tearing open every throat he came across. He'd been starving himself for months. If Regina wanted to see blood?

Well. He'd give her blood, and plenty of it.

( OOC: Just a note that any and all encounters with Angelus are likely to be violent. Because he's currently on a time limit, torture is being taken out of the equation, but grievous injuries or death are extremely likely, especially the latter as he is primarily looking to feed. If you want to encounter Angelus but are not willing to have your character die, then either be prepared to run or contact me via PM or over on plurk at hufflepuffed and we can work out some kind of feasible distraction or reason he would decide they're too much work to be food. c: Most things are fair game and I am willing to work with anyone who wants to get more detailed, but winging it is a-ok too!

Action and prose are both fine, I will match you! Please include the desired date and location in your subject line.)

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19th - Gardens

[eventheirvoice]

Mystique vaguely enjoys walking through the gardens. It's quiet. It allows her time to think. Half the inhabitants in the mansion drive her utterly bonkers already, and the other half she can hardly bother to care about. At least when she's out here she can have some time to herself.

Needless to say, she's not enjoying Wonderland much. The snow isn't helping, either. Nothing about this place is helping, aside from toying with the others here and there.

She sighs. What has become of her life?

[vampdetective]

It's always somewhat refreshing when an unfamiliar scent catches his attention. Human and yet something else, too, something more, something potent and oddly foreign with just the faintest hint of something recognizable underneath. That's what leads him in her direction once he's outdoors, letting instinct pull him towards any potential targets as he makes his way across the grounds, glad for the opportunity nightfall grants him.

He smiles to himself as he spots her, the distance between them narrowing. The gardens. Popular spot, during the day. Not so much at night. There probably wouldn't be anyone else crossing their paths anytime soon.

"Nice night for a walk," he offers, instead of a 'hello.'

[eventheirvoice]

Mystique's face darkens once she realizes she's being followed. The nerve of this person! She'd thought she'd have time alone, but that'd be asking too much, wouldn't it?

Her muscles tense, not so much for a strike but more because someone's ruined her mobile meditation. His remark makes her snarl softly, too. It's like an obvious reminder that she's been interrupted.

"It was," Mystique grumbles, "until you decided to join me."

[vampdetective]

"What, you're not interested in a little company?"

That snarl is met with a broader smile, forced cheer that doesn't reach his eyes, insincere. He lets out a soft tsk with a shake of his head.

"Your manners could use a little work, sweetheart. Just saying hello."

[eventheirvoice]

"I'm wondering what gave you the idea that I was."

She finally stops walking, turning to face him. It's dark, but she can see enough to be unimpressed. That only serves to double her annoyance. Or triple it. Who knows, she's not keeping up. Point is, she's annoyed.

With an exasperated sigh to make that annoyance audibly known, she crosses her arms impatiently. "You said your hello. Now you can say your goodbye. And if you value your vocal cords, don't call me 'sweetheart.'"