THREAD, ACTIVE. WHO: Angel & Elle Bishop WHAT: checking in on someone Angel's sure needs his help WHEN: the night after this and shortly after this WHERE: near the warehouse district RATING: PG-13 to be safe
Angel wasn't entirely sure what was wrong with the woman who was seemingly trying to communicate with people, but he intended to find out. As luck would have it, she managed to be at the first place he'd started looking--the warehouse district. At least, he assumed this woman was her: blonde and withering in pain. But, it wasn't the fact that she was hurting that alarmed him the most. It was the fact that she seemed to be...electrocuted?
That didn't seem right, as he didn't see any wires or open circuits or anything electronic that could have been responsible for doing this to her. But, then again, this could also be something that wasn't caused by anything like that. The mystical, after all, was no stranger when it came to the vampire.
He edged closer, weary of the bolts of blue-tinted lightning coming from her. "What's doing this to you?" He asked as a means of seeing if he could get a vocal response out of her.