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Hal Yorke was involved tagentially (needstheroutine) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-03-06 18:49:00

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Who: Hal and OTA
What: Being Human :)
Where: A park not far from Katherine's
When: Mid Afternoon 6th March
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

It wasn't that he wasn't coping. He was. Surprisingly well given all that had happened, But then of course that was routine. That was order and focus and behaving as he knew he must. He'd left the house that day, figuring Tom and Alex had been ready to let him free and knowing he was...manageable. Oh Leo would have left him longer, years longer perhaps but Hal had learned a lot since those days. But living here, fighting this war. He'd have to get out and do it. He'd already talked to people, humans, about this Maleficent. He wondered of course would she bleed, did things like that bleed. But someone could knock him out if they had to, or stake him if they really had no choice. But they needed someone willing to kill, someone who wouldn't let it into their heart to destroy them. Someone who could just accept it as it was.

And he could be that person. It wasn't bravado. He really could. What was one more life? And a cruel heartless life at that. He'd be doing the world a favour. He could kill her without blinking an eye and he could move on. Get back to his routine. Get back to what was left of his life after being pulled to this world of apocalyptic hell. He would kill Maleficent because she was in the way. Because she wasn't the Devil and as long as she was around people weren't holding their focus. Hal had a chance here to make right a wrong he'd done long ago, so long ago. He'd see the Devil defeated even if it meant his death. He wanted this threat gone, and any others that stood in his way to the creature he'd glimpsed so long ago, when a cowardly move had cost them all so dear.

He would get there in this world if not in his own. But for that to work, for there to be a point Hal had to get out, had to walk among humanity. He didn't need to be their friend, he didn't need to get close. But he had to be human. He wasn't there to hide from humanity all his life.

Of course, if he'd been logical he'd have told Mitchell where he was going, or Katherine.

"Ah but you didn't want to, did you. juuust in case"

The voice hadn't left since he'd drunk the blood Cutler had offered. Him. Lord Harry. It was fading of course but Hal knew he lived on borrowed time. Had done for a while now. And without Tom, without Alex. Who knew how long he had to help these people before he became the next enemy they'd fight.

No. he'd die before that happened. For now though he walked through a park he'd discovered, the midday sun not bothering him in the slightest. And remembered humanity. Remembered why he tried

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theonetruemeg
2013-03-06 07:54 pm UTC (link)

Fresh air. Fresh air was what she needed and that was what Meg was determined to have. She had been shut in the library for hours and had finally had enough, walking out to clear her head. She didn't pick a destination, not really. She just started walking in one direction and kept going, her mind going over recent events in the city.

When Dark had arrived, she had stayed very clear. Someone who could feed on dark emotions, yeah, she was pretty sure a year of possession could have done him very nicely. And now there was the witch and Meg figured that talking to her was probably a bad idea.

Besides, she wasn't a demon. And Dark hadn't been either. And maybe Meg was single minded, but her desire for revenge was great. She was a student and a hunter and her hunting was focused on the creatures that had taken her life. Had indirectly taken the life of her sister too, and destroyed her family forever.

But that didn't stop her from worrying about Cas and everything he was seemingly involved in. His friends affected by the witch. Meg wondered if perhaps her stance on non-involvement needed to change any time soon.

She was so lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed the other man until his shadow crossed her path and she just managed to halt before crashing into him. "Oh god, sorry." She shifted the heavy book she was carrying onto her other hip as she glanced up to his face, her other hand going to shield her eyes from the midday sun.

"I've seen you somewhere before, haven't I? On the message boards maybe?" Of course if he wasn't one of the displaced, she was going to look like an idiot, but she had a hunch she was right.

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needstheroutine
2013-03-06 08:05 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't noticed her so much as he'd...god...felt her. And yes he could see exactly where he'd bite if he needed to. But not a bit of it reached his face. The only sense of anything unusual was the domino he was twirling between his fingers over and over, four and four again and four and four. He'd gotten good at hiding it, he'd had to if he was going to be around people. And Meg was safe where she was. Because of his friends, because of sheer bull minded willpower. She was safe.

This was a test though, in some ways. To see how he did with social interaction, to see how he got along being like the others. The last time he'd tried it, he'd dated and wound up drinking her blood. Which of course she had never stopped reminding him about. Bloody minded of course, she was Scottish. And independent and feisty and so entirely a breath of fresh air into a life that had not had such a thing in years. And then she'd asked him out and he'd muttered drunkenly about her neck, about sex. God he'd been ridiculous.

But Alex was not here, she was at home, probably worried, probably trying to rent-a-ghost to him and he was here. Trying to help John Mitchell and praying it wasn't making him a hypocrite to offer the man advice. If he could do this, with this Meg, then he could help. So yes, that meant social interaction.

"You'd have seen me on the message boards, yes." he said simply in reply to her question. "Hal Yorke. A pleasure to meet you my Lady" he added as introduction, preceding the words with a small bow. It was the simple things he enjoyed, the little formalities. They kept the world going, they kept people being people. And even if many of his were outdated now he was happy to maintain them.

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theonetruemeg
2013-03-06 08:21 pm UTC (link)

Oooh, an English accent! And proper manners and formalities, and Meg couldn't help it, she giggled, though it was the giggle of a girl quite charmed by something rather than mocking it. "Okay, that is the first time anyone has ever called me 'Lady'," she grinned, holding out her hand to shake. "Most people just call me Meg, Meg Masters. It's nice to meet you."

She tried to place where she had seen the name already. Meg was relatively quiet on the message boards, preferring to read more than comment, so she was sure the name rang some sort of bell. It took a few minutes to place it before it finally clicked.

"Aren't you one of the guys talking about dealing with that crazy witch going around cursing people?" Her lips curved into a wry half smirk. "Have to say, not disagreeing on that score. She does seem to have crossed all kinds of lines into full on psycho. Mostly been staying out of it, but a friend of a friend got one of those curses and well," she sighed slightly. "That path just leads to all kinds of trouble and I just realized I'm babbling."

A faint blush tinged her cheeks. "Sorry, a little out of practice at talking to actual people. Even after months here, still feels awkward."

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needstheroutine
2013-03-06 09:06 pm UTC (link)

Hal took her hand raising it quickly to his mouth to kiss it. Harder than he had expected it to be but he'd done it and so that was a start. "See, its as I keep saying, Manners are sadly dwindling in this modern age. Me, I will stick to my formalities." he added with a smile. He didn't have to think how to be social when it came to things like this, not really. He had always found it easy to treat women like this. The hard part of course was maintaining it, that was where the awkwardness had always come in after all. Hard to be polite when they were lying in a pool of their own blood.

"I would be one of those, yes. I do understand the logic of trying to redeem her but I do not believe it possible in this case. If I have to be the one to drive a sword into her gut then I will. Let people chastise us for it when the deed is done and she has no one else to hurt."

The curses and the psychotic witch was a good topic, safe, and more than that Meg seemed to agree with him which was nice to hear. He truly hoped others did too, there was room for the bleeding heart brigade when it was all said and done. Not now. As for the babbling, he had to admit it was sort of sweet.

"Babbling is entirely reasonable Meg. Please do continue. Because I assure you that you are less out of practice than I"

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theonetruemeg
2013-03-07 12:46 am UTC (link)

Meg laughed out loud at the charming way he kissed her hand, not noticing any hesitation on his part. She even attempted something of a wonky curtsy of her own, completely thrown off balance by her book and her entire lack of knowing how those things were supposed to work anyway. "Well, there should be more men like you around, because manners should definitely be saved from the extinction they seem to be doomed for at the moment. And really? Women actually kinda like it. I know it probably goes against the feminism code to admit that, but it's true." Besides, it was nice to be treated politely every now and then.

Still, she sighed, a resigned expression in her eyes. "I know why some people might think redemption can be possible. I like to think that for a lot of non-demon shaped people it can be. But she's made it clear she's not interested and I don't think this is something we can afford to wait around with. She was offered the chance, she refused it. That was her choice." She stood by her belief that demons couldn't be redeemed, even Ruby as much as she seemed to be attempting it. Meg just couldn't forgive, not after everything. But anything else, beings from other worlds, they deserved something of a chance. But the witch had thrown the offer back in all their faces and now it had to be dealt with.

"You're too kind," she smirked a little. "I think it's a side effect of having to be quiet for a year, I kind of don't stop once I get going these days. Still," she deliberately paused with a smile and a deep breath. "Don't let me dominate or anything. How long have you been in Lawrence?"

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needstheroutine
2013-03-07 07:01 pm UTC (link)

The curtsey was well meaning, but wrong. Very American of the girl. But he acknowledged she'd attempted at least. He was happy to see some manners have ended up in the colonies. And he knew well women liked the manners, he'd found that out time and time again to his advantage. "I think your code is safe, I'll say nothing." he told her with a somewhat conspiratorial smile.

She was right about the witch, Maleficent had had her chance, more than one and she snubbed them. So death it was. What the girl had against demons though he didn't know. Yes they were the native threat and to be watched. But to mention them so specifically. He'd been looking into them a bit. Minions of the devil. And oh, Hal was not going to make the same mistake twice with the devil. He'd let his arrogance and selfishness cause him to have a foothold in one world. He would not make it two. "I don't believe anyone is waiting around. They're simply trying to work out how on earth to kill something like that."

Damn, round to talking about him. Always fun.

"A week or so, not long." Days had kind of melded given where he'd been before he'd arrived here. "I've found a place to stay and so far its served its purpose, and the people are kind. Very much so. How about you? Are you here long? And why on earth did you have to be quiet for a year?"

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theonetruemeg
2013-03-07 08:38 pm UTC (link)

"You are too kind," Meg returned the smile with a matching one of her own, even as she inwardly winced how incredibly lame she actually was being and how every girl she'd ever been to high school with would be mocking her right at that very moment.

"How to kill a witch who can turn into a dragon, it is a pretty tough issue," she had to agree with that one, as weird as the idea of talking about killing a Disney villain was. "But I mean, a Disney prince managed to kill her, and they're just..." she waved her hand around vaguely. "Wet and boring. All, yeah, unrealistic. So surely the people here, all the people there are in this place, there has to be someone who can take her out."

Wow, he was pretty new. Meg had to smirk a little. "You've been thrown in with the crazy right off then, huh. It's not all evil witches around here." And then there was her and the questions and admitting what she had been. "Well, I'm sort of native here, but I actually died a few years ago." And once upon a time that would have sounded so insane. "The Seal brought me back a few months ago. I was possessed for a year before that. Wasn't really allowed my own opinion on things when there's a demon taking control."

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needstheroutine
2013-03-07 11:04 pm UTC (link)

Oh Hal was sure there would be. The people he'd heard about, there'd be a way to rid the world of this witch and see everything back to the way it should be. He'd help if he could, because why was he here if not to defend humanity from the bad things in the dark. Things of course, like him. And to find Lucifer of course. But until then there was the witch, and the bloody ridiculous arguments that seemed to have sprung up around her and how she should be killed. Did it matter how or by whom so long as it was soon.

"I've never considered how the...Prince's killed her, those weren't Princes as I knew Princes. But the power here is vast indeed so there should be some to match her when they stop clashing ego's and actually get down to the part where she died. But then I wonder how likely that is."

Possessed. He blinked at that, not having really heard of such a thing before, oh rumours of course, whispers among the Old Ones that there was more than just them out there, it had never really grown beyond that and nor would it now as he and Hetty were the only ones left and Hetty probably wouldn't care about it if she did think to investigate. "It helps I suppose being who I am that nothing surprises me. This place has its confusions yes, far too modern, distinct lack of Radio 4 and far too much reliance on the dammed internet but its growing on me. I suppose because it has to."

He didn't quite know what to say about her possession and death beyond the simple. "I am sorry Meg, truly. Something like that I don't believe any of us should ever suffer. But you were brought back from death, that usually means there's a purpose. Unfinished business as it were."

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theonetruemeg
2013-03-08 12:41 am UTC (link)

Meg rolled her eyes, not at Hal, but at the situation in general. "Trust me, every time anything like this happens, the egos come out to play. Everyone thinks their way is the best way, that they have the answers, blah blah blah blah. Sometimes I wonder if people actually just enjoy the ego rants. I mostly try to stay out of these things." With mixed success, admittedly. She wondered just how much trouble Castiel was getting into now. Sometimes she was angry at herself for caring so much about someone who didn't seem to even care about themselves all that much. Which was another reason she had buried herself in work so much over the past few days. Watching so much self destruction was too hard.

"Radio 4?" Her nose wrinkled with confusion. Had to be a British thing. "I personally love the internet. I've met my closest friends on there, like Belle and Emma. Good people who I probably never would have encountered if it wasn't for the Seal and the network." Okay, well definitely if not for the Seal, what with her being dead and them being from fairytales.

Meg smiled, with a hint of sadness. "It's alright. These things happen, I guess. And I have another chance. And I know exactly what my unfinished business is." A slightly dark glint came into her eyes. "The bitch that possessed and killed me is still alive somewhere, possessing another meatsuit. That's what they call us, by the way, the people they take. Meatsuits. It's all we are to them. One day I'm going to track her down and kill her. And in the meantime," she held up the book, angling it slightly so Hal could see the legal title. "I'm taking my life back. Law school, or at least that's the plan if I pass my exams."

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needstheroutine
2013-03-12 09:21 pm UTC (link)

There was more to this girl than he could have first seen. It was quite fascinating to talk to someone like her, once presumably so normal but changed so completely by what had been done to her. She was getting on with her life though and he admired that, her desire to be what she once had been. Finish what she originally had started it seemed, with the law school. He could not have been more impressed.

"Then you should focus on that should you not? Leave the squabbling and rdiculous egos to their games and focus on who you want to become. On your studies, on your unfinished business. Its not often the dead get such an utterly tangible second chance as you. You've died and come back alive and that is something that does not just happen. Obviously you have a greater purpose. So look to the life you want and to the friends you have made and see what comes of it all."

He wondered if people like her were the exception or the rule around here. It was hard to know from the boards sometimes, everyone was so focused on the now and on what they wanted, or drunken ego measuring. It was hard to tell the difference at certain points. It would take something big to pull them all together it seemed but all the same, it was needed. But that was for others than them to figure out.

"You should be proud of what you've achieved, and what I am sure you will in the future."

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theonetruemeg
2013-03-13 12:06 am UTC (link)

He had a way with words, this British guy who was all manners and genuine charm. It made Meg smile slightly without even realizing she was making the expression.

"I try to leave them all to it, much of the time. It's just when people I care about seem to get dragged into the ego games and I worry about them getting hurt." She offered a self deprecating shrug. "I know, a soon-to-be lawyer who cares, I'm told it's a big flaw in the business but hey, I think I'm okay with that." The smirky glint in her eyes showed just how really okay with it she was. All the soulless lawyer jokes out there, she did want to use the law to help people. Especially the displaced here who might make innocent mistakes and need protecting in the courts.

"I'm not sure why the Seal brought me back," she mused though. "I mean people die here every day. Okay, obviously people die every day because that's life, but I mean because of demons and monsters and everything. I've not figured out yet why I'm here but not them. Not that I'm complaining or anything, obviously. This chance of a new life, to do some good, it's amazing. I just hope the Seal doesn't decide to take it away again some time." It was something that did scare her. People were sent away all the time, even those who had died in this world and been brought back to life. Meg did fear that one day she'd just be dead again.

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needstheroutine
2013-03-19 11:59 am UTC (link)

Lawyers who cared. Oh Hal knew about those, Memories flooded back of what he’d done to Cutler, and everything that had come with it. The whispered words, every one a lie crueller than the last, then the realisation that his newest little protégé was never going to be what he should. Never could kill, not really, never had the stomach for it. Until the wife, oh god the wife. He couldn’t even remember the woman’s name now. And yet he’d had her killed just to prove a point. “You keep that, the ability to care. It’s vital, especially in the job you do. There aren’t enough good honest lawyers out there. And this kind of world, they need people like you. You could really make a difference, make history.”

Maybe this woman could do what Cutler would have if Hal hadn’t ruined his life. His choice of words was probably inelegant considering. But he meant it. It had stung more than a simple conversation should have to hear that was what she wanted to do.

“Its an admirable goal and I wish you the very best with it Meg..”

But of course as she said, at the whims of the seal. Really that was true of all of them, or so it seemed. They didn’t get a choice, only told that was how it was going to be, if the seal was bored of them, if it had a bad Tuesday, anyone could be taken, sent back to death, sent back to wars, sent back to the inevitable. “I suppose then we do what we can, we live as we can here, to the best of ourselves and we hope. I do not know what other choice this world has left us.”

It was all they could do. It was all they had left to them. And Hal needed more besides, for him it wasn’t doing what he could. Living as he could. For him it was balancing his life with his condition. For him it was about keeping safe. Keeping others safe. And that of course was wise. Meg was trusting, perhaps too much so of a man she didn’t know. All he’d have to do was reach out. And then that vein, the one just on her neck, ready and entirely within his reach if only he…

“There is a war to fight after all.” he managed. “A war we must win.”

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theonetruemeg
2013-03-19 08:07 pm UTC (link)

Making history. Now there was something ironic, and Meg had to laugh, and it was even somewhat bitter. "I can't make history. I'm dead. My family think I'm dead, I've been gone for years. I can't exactly make a name for myself, can't be on TV or give interviews. Anything I do can't be known outside those of us the Seal has taken." It was the first time she had ever actually acknowledged that out loud, and she nodded with every sentence, as though it made that more real. Her family, her parents, who had lost both their daughters, could never see her face or hear her name again.

"But thanks," she offered a half smile. "I'd like to be able to help the people I can. Offer legal advice to the people here, keep them protected so they can focus on fighting the demons. It's not like they can just go to any lawyer, and explain 'oh hey, something happened and I used superpowers to deal with it.' But I know them, I'd know how to protect them better."

Until the Seal was done with her. "I'm just going to enjoy the time I have. Make a difference in those days I have left." She blinked though, wondering what it was Hal was actually looking at. Almost absently, she brushed her hand over her neck, wondering if there was a smudge of dirt there or something.

"I don't see any choice than us winning. I don't accept the alternative."

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needstheroutine
2013-03-24 11:14 am UTC (link)

"You could tell them you got kidnapped, that someone held you for years, It does happen to people, locked away by monsters. You could tell them the kidnapper had a heart attack and you're finally free. You could see them again Meg. People believe what makes them the happiest, did they ever actually see a body? If not then you have your answer. You could have your life back, be who you want to be, be on TV, be respected in your profession. Be whoever you want to be? Don't you think that's worth a try?

It was a simple enough thing as Hal recalled it. Life. But perhaps it was a messier situation than he knew.

"But what you are saying you'll do is very admirable. I truly believe you'll make a difference in the world, however you chose to do it and however visible you are while doing it." He of course noticed her brushing her hand away from her neck. He always noticed, and god it was so fucking close he could almost taste it.

"Anyway look, I should go, I shouldn't really be outside just yet, still a lot to get used to, it takes time, to adjust, but good to meet you Meg and I truly do believe you'll do well here. Very well." There, he'd been pleasant but now he needed to go, there was no choice now, he needed to go. That was all there was to it. If she wanted to keep her new life at least, or if he didn't want to terrify her. The domino he always carried twirled between his fingers as he nodded one last time and made to walk away.

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