i_choose (i_choose) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-01-10 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | raven archer, wesley wyndham-pryce, winifred burkle |
Is there a detective in the house? (Angel, anyone who might be at Angel Investigations)
Raven was not the sort of girl who sat helplessly, waiting for someone else to solve her problems for her. She'd done some digging, but after about a week and a half in the City, she had yet to come across an answer that satisfied her. She’d somehow been transported out of her bed and into a strange place. There were no exits, and no one knew exactly how it had happened. Everyone she’d met had blamed the place itself, or had been without an answer altogether. It was weird. And, while Raven had a lot of experience with weird, she just couldn’t get behind the idea of a sentient, all-powerful geographic location.
The answer was almost certainly paranormal; if you asked her, she’d put her money on demons. Where she was from, only demons could pull off something of this scale and, in fact, she knew of at least one who was capable of moving between the human world and an ‘elsewhere.’ Ordinarily she’d go ask Sachs for information, but that wasn’t an option in the City. So, she needed another plan.
That plan had been to go to someone like Sachs - someone who Knew Things and could Look Into It. Maybe a group of 'someones?' Like Network. And that's what had given her the idea: check the yellow pages for paranormal investigators. She hadn't expected that the real thing would actually advertise, but maybe she could meet someone who knew someone else, and then follow it through until she got what she was seeking.
Angel Investigations was the first listing on the page. The City gave her a break: it only took her fifteen minutes to find the right building, and she arrived with an orange juice and a backpack in tow. Aside from the red eyes, the short teenaged girl who peeked in the door looked fairly normal. She was wearing a sweater vest and collared shirt under a dark coat, and a stocking cap covered her head. “Anyone here?” She called, reluctant to come inside until she knew that someone was actually staffing the office.