entrancelogs | [OPEN/EVENT] There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on;

Who: Angel & you!
Where: Quor'toth.
When: 12/02 - 12/05
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: Until now, all Angel has known about Quor'toth has been secondhand. He had no idea that something could be even worse than what he'd imagined.
The Story:
a. settlement

[It doesn't take him long to find the first drawing after he wakes up. It had been on the wall nearest the front door of the hut he'd found himself in, the image itself presented like a crudely pieced-together shrine.

He doesn't have to go any further to know where he is, where they've all wound up. He doesn't have to seek out any locals and ask. The picture is enough to say it all, his stomach knotting as he finds himself unable to tear himself away from his son's image. It's been too long since he's seen Connor in person, years, and even then, their last meeting had been brief-- but he still saw his son's face almost every night, silently mourning all the ways he had failed him.

He'd let Connor be taken to this place. In the moment, it had seemed like the only way to save him. He hadn't had any other options, not if he wanted his son to live, but what Connor had suffered here-- it had broken him beyond repair. The life he'd led after Quor'toth could barely be be called living at all, until Angel had made a deal with the devil to fix it.

When he finally pulls himself away, Angel starts investigating the settlement as a whole, looking into hut after hut, feeling his chest grow tighter as he finds image after image of his son, some drawings more elaborate than others, but all of them unmistakably Connor. He knows he can't stay in the settlement for long, knows that he's going to have to explore beyond it, and he can't help but wonder if hoping to find Connor himself in this place is entirely in vain. This isn't the real Quor'toth, it's Wonderland toying with them, but Wonderland had done him small kindnesses before. Maybe it would do the same now.

He exhales, emerging from the sixth or seventh hut he'd chosen to rummage through. Before he goes anywhere, he needs to make sure that everyone else who'd woken up here was safe, and knew better than to wander beyond the settlement unprotected. After that, he needs to find Faith-- to hear what this place has to offer, because this has to be her memory. Given what he knows of Quor'toth, he'll want to be as prepared as possible before setting out.]

b. wilderness

[Nothing about Quor'toth's landscape is at all comforting. There are no portals to Quor'toth is the phrase that keeps echoing in his head, over and over as he presses onward. He's unarmed, but that doesn't matter. Angel himself is a weapon, and learning the truth of this place, of what his son had been forced to suffer, was far more important than the feeling of security a broadsword or an axe would have offered him.

There are no portals to Quor'toth, and for a very good reason. It's probably the most hellish of all the demon dimensions in this known plane of existence. The only way to Quor'toth is to rip right through the fabric of reality.

Connor had been strong enough to punch his way through, desperate enough to claw his way back to their world, and now Angel was beginning to fully understand why. He's prepared to fight and claw his own way through whatever demons he counters, prepared to do whatever it takes to understand this place-- and to take his anger out on it, that anger that he's been carrying for years, ever since he'd let his own son slip away from him.]

c. wildcard

[Whatever you like! Angel will mostly be outside of the settlement after the first day, though he may stop by occasionally just to make sure that people are staying safe. He's mostly likely to be found out hunting demons or scouring the landscape for any further trace of his son. If you want to plot something specific, feel free to PM me or PP necrofancy, otherwise leave a starter and I will match your format and play along!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ klaus knows of angel, if not necessarily his face; camille has not been entirely reticent of what's happened in wonderland and in his previous self's past. (he's sure she's left some out, but not wholly this.)

klaus is unperturbed at the sudden company and the help. he leans back some, watches with interest as the man snaps the beast's neck and lets his own emerge in interesting disfigurement along the ridges of his brow.

the fangs are a conversation piece as well.

his shoulder has healed by the time the final bow has been dealt, but klaus glances at his ripped shirt and grimy skin, covered now in blood. ] I'll live. And you are?

Edited 2017-01-02 17:09 (UTC)

Angel.

[Doesn't he just look the part?]

You're Klaus.

[Just to put it out there-- introductions beyond giving his own aren't necessary.]

Been awhile.

[ it's telling, if not appreciated, angel being so upfront. (p.s. he totally looks the part. camille has certainly stressed his goodness enough, considering his evil alter ego killed her.

but water under the bridge, or so he's been thoroughly told and convinced to understand.) klaus lifts his brow. ] So I've been told. [ a pause, and: ] You're the one with the soul.

[ and with a sharpness to his tightening smile, because it's only polite to give when you receive: ] I hope.

Edited 2017-01-06 03:54 (UTC)

[With the immediate threat banished for the time being, Angel's face reverts to become more human, and he nods his confirmation in the process. That sharpness, that skepticism, is about what he expects from Klaus-- and given how much has changed since the last time Angel saw him, and how much he means to Cami, Klaus certainly has good reason.]

That's me. There are worse reputations to have.

[He's had those, too.]

Also as I've been told, [ he elaborates darkly. camille does mean something to him, but so does angel to camille. whatever good reason he has to be skeptical is eclipsed not only by that and camille's explanations, but by their circumstances. the hardness of klaus' features relent, for the point has been made, no matter how much a part of him would like to to make it clearer with blood. it's better to have uncertain allies in a place where there are some oh-so fragile than to make unnecessary enemies.

klaus' gaze breaks from angel's and he pulls in a breath— ] What brings you so far out here? [ it's miles away from the main encampment; even he is venturing far today. ]

Edited 2017-01-16 16:27 (UTC)

I thought you might have been.

[It's not all that surprising that Cami would have given Klaus all the gritty details. Transparency, after all, was important in relationships of any nature, not that Angel intended to pry into whatever the current nature of theirs was.]

I needed some space. [And some part of him couldn't give up on the idea that if he looked hard enough, long enough, he might find Connor.] This place makes you feel-- wound tight. Needed to blow off some steam. I could ask you the same thing.

[OPEN/EVENT] There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on;

wow i can't believe i forgot about this, feel free to ignore adsf;

I refuse!

good!!!

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