Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
A mob mentality. Yes. It fit fairly well. The only thing missing was the actual mob. Aiden picked up his water again, took a sip, and bit down gently on the edge.
"Oliver. With everything I've told you and what you've experienced already, what exactly makes you think that anybody here is in the least bit normal?" He assumed the man had seen the fables list; he himself had seen it go up, seen it evolve, seen his own name slapped down by someone too cowardly to reveal themselves. He'd wondered for ages who exactly it had been. It was unlikely he'd ever find out unless he started casting wild accusations, which, while not something he hadn't done before, wasn't going to get him anywhere now.
Witches. Beasts. Vampires. Possibly worse, since that list had hardly been comprehensive. Most of him was wary and apprehensive and irritated beyond belief, but there was that little part that was all but leaping for joy at the opportunity to be somewhere this inherently occult. Thank god he'd managed to quiet that part years ago, or he was sure some of it would show. Had already.
"Is the kid going to be all right?" It came out almost as an afterthought. Oliver probably would have mentioned if there had been a death, but ... who knew. What with all the police activity, he was sure things had gotten a little lost.