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Iiii dunno about "feral" --

[ HAHA don't kill him maybe he's joking ]

[ ish ]

[ YES ANGEL, THE ONE OF YOU WHO ISN'T GLOWING, FLOATING AND GROWING CRYSTALS ON PEOPLE IS OBVIOUSLY THE FAKE ONE ]

[ IT'S WHAT YOU CALL ]

[ A SIREN THING ]

Yeah, he's fine. We're all fine. Ish. Hey, you can move really fast, right? Any chance the whole death touch thing doesn't affect food? 'Cause we're running low and --

[ wait a minute ]

Sherlock? You're going to see Sherlock?

Asshole.

[ She doesn't sound upset, though. Being teased a little is kind of normalising? Huh.

She'd still thwap him around the head for it if it wouldn't, like, kill him, though. Gosh diddly darnit. ]

Ummmm, Iunno. I expect I wouldn't be able to transport meat, but maybe other things would be okay? Though ensuring they don't get slag contaminated might be tricky, because it gets everywhere, I mean, it doesn't ever stop...

[ She gestures helplessly at her face, then tilts her head curiously. THAT SURE IS A REACTION, SQUALO. ]

What's wrong with visiting Sherlock??

[ GOSH DIDDLY DARNIT INDEED ]

[ Hey maybe they could try something with a pillowcase. If it doesn't touch the ground it may remain slag-free? It's a thought worth some experimenting, at least. ]

[ A little later. Right now he's feeling a surge of outrage. ]

[ Not that. He wouldn't be a lot madder if this was normal Angel. Totally. This is a perfectly mild reaction. ]

Don't. [ Said almost a bit too quickly. He's scowling, but does offer an explanation in a minute. ] He's friends with John, and John's organizing some kinda round-up of -- everyone that got changed.

[ oh look he didn't call you an anomaly ]

A. Round-up? Like we're animals?

[ She's more confused than anything else, though it's easy to tell that she's mildly offended. Being treated like cattle? Rude. And typical of John to act like a control freak, as far as she's concerned.

Yeah. She's not getting the full implications of this, yet. ]

What's he planning on doing? Starting a little ranch? A freakshow? Throwing a handmade explosive at us and hoping for the best?

[ HOW BAD COULD IT POSSIBLY BE??? ]

Something like that. He plans to trap you in the power plant. Permanently, I imagine.

[ You know what, he's just going to. Slip his tablet out, scroll down to the post in question and -- damn, if he tosses it, it'll just turn off, won't it? Fine. He'll just. Hold it up so she can see for herself. That freakish long neck might come in hand if she's still considerate enough not to move closer. ]

He...?

[ The flow of slag slows and almost stops, petering down to a steady series of thick drips. That'll be the shock. John's planning what?

She moves a little closer before remembering herself and shakily floating back again, craning her neck to view the tablet as best as she can. Because yeah, she needs to see this. There has to be some mistake, right? Or at least the potential for misinterpretation?

Except, of course, there isn't. Watson's text is pretty fucking straightforward. ]

I don't understand. I mean - but he - he knows, though? He knows what Jack did to me, so why would-- he knows!

[ She looks back and forth between Squalo and the tablet. The movements are twitchy and jerky and horribly unnatural, and the liquid starts streaming from her eyes again in earnest. ]

How can he think this is okay, it's not - he has to die. He has to. I've gotta kill him, don't I? I mean. You can't just take people's freedom away because you think they might be dangerous someday, that's freaking evil, right? Right? Am I being crazy? I feel like I might be being crazy. Because he knows, but he's still planning - who freaking does something that terrible?

[ Crazy or not, she's. Sounding pretty hysterical. And murdery. Oh my. ]

[ Oh my. ]

[ That's... hot. Squalo gives her a momentary look of admiration. ]

[ ...Let's never speak about that and also never mention it to the other Angel. ]

Yeah, I'd sort of prefer if you don't, he's helped me a bunch of times. [ He shrugs a bit, as if accenting that while he has a preference he doesn't feel that strongly about it. ] Unless you really want to.

[ Because in that case it's okay. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

But hey, you're right, it's absolutely buttfuck evil. Especially for you. Which is why I'm telling you to stay the fuck away from wherever they're telling you to go. Honestly, I don't think he realizes you're... [ human? ] still you.

[ ~~DO NOT GET YOUR DICK CRYSTALLISED, SQUALO~~ ]

...Oh. If you don't want-- I'm not an animal, I can hold myself back. Even if he really, really deserves to get his ass kicked. Which he does. What - what does he even - ugh.

[ Her weird clicky bony fingers start twitching again. It may or may not be a result of repressing some strong-ass strangling urges. DADDY WOULD BE SO PROUD. ]

Should I really stay away, though? Can I, morally?? I mean, Beckett might show up, and I know he couldn't take being locked up either. And there's Enoch. And Alfie. And...

[ oh wait

Squalo just acknowledged that she's still her and he's showing concern and she's not sure whether or not she physically has a heart or not any more but something sure is getting the dokis rn ]

...stuff.

[ THE INABILITY TO HUG IS FUCKING KILLING HER JESUS CHRIST ]

[ ~~HE'S TRYING!!~~ ]

Absolutely. But thanks.

[ EASY WITH THE HUGGING URGES!! ]

[ The strangling urges are alright, though. Squalo smiles a serene smile watching her fingers twitch, unaware of the more dangerous doki-ing that is going on. ]

[ And while he's pretty sure she could take down a whole bunch of volunteers trying to catch her, there's no telling if she'd even get the chance. What if they just bait her and shut the doors on both ends? Crystallizing ain't gonna do shit in that situation. ]

Sure you can. [ She'll recognize it as the same flat-ish tone he uses whenever he thinks she can do better, in other words be more bandit-like, ever since they met. ] I mean, I'm not gonna stop you [ not that he could but shh ] but I really don't give a fuck what happens to 'em, and if you get your ass in trouble playing freedom charity, I might not be able to help.

[ SHRUG SHRUG it'd take him weeks to get there and he's not quite as human-proof as you so you'll be on your own there, Angie ]

[ not that he'd leave her locked up indefinitely, but it's probably better to scare her more than strictly necessary. he'd really prefer not to be put in the position where he has to stage an anomaly breakout. ]

[ Awww, look at him smiling. Smiling is good. Much like hugs would be. Maybe just a teeny tiny little one wouldn't hurt? Not long enough to do any real damage. Just a baby cuddle. The smallest of snuggles. The briefest of--

Fortunately, she catches herself as she starts floating closer and quickly backs off again. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. THE WIND JUST BLEW HER THAT WAY OR SOMETHING. YEAH. ]

Um. Look, don't - if anything happens to me, don't come looking. That's stupid. Concentrate on staying safe. And alive. And stuff.

Not that anything is going to happen. If - iffff - I go, I won't enter the plant itself! No matter what. Even if nobody else seems to be around. Not even for a second. I promise!

[ She'd pinky promise, but. You know. Crystallised pinky fingers are bad. ]

I'll be very sensible. You know I'm good at that! In, um, most circumstances.

[ Circumstances that don't involve Squalo, mostly. ~~Somewhere, Jack is totally screaming about bandit STDs again.~~ ]

[ HE SEES THAT. THE ONLY REASON HE DOESN'T TAKE A STEP BACK IS TO AVOID LOOKING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH WUSS. ]

Yeah that's really not my main concern here.

[ His main concern is Xanxus. Obviously. They shouldn't have separated, damn it! But someone had to lure Angelnomaly away, and now... ]

[ It's not exactly unusual for Xanxus to ignore his texts. But he usually answered at least some of his calls. And there were no more obituaries and -- he doesn't know what to do, short of locking himself outside for the night and leaving increasingly pleading messages in a voicemail that'll probably never be opened again. But there's still a few days before it gets that bad. ]

[ Right. Angelnomaly's about to do something stupid. ]

Good. Avoid any doors or narrow places that can be blocked off and you should be fine, I think. Just. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

[ Are there any such things, Squalo ]

[ Angelnomaly has no idea what Squalo's main concern is, but she nods anyway. Concentrating on not delivering death hugs is a lot more important than thinking about other things right now. XANXUS WHO??

It's probably a good thing. If she knew ~~Bester~~ Xanxus was MIA, she'd be all too ready to head down one of those Angelly "OH NO EVERYTHING IS MY FAULT, TIME TO BE INCREDIBLY SELF-DESTRUCTIVE TO TRY AND MAKE THINGS RIGHT" spirals. Which aren't sensible at all. ]

Got i-- don't do anything you wouldn't do? Is that your way of telling me to murder everyone in sight if John does try to capture me? Okay, I guess...

[ SHE'S TEASING ]

[ MOSTLY ]

[ GRINNING. ]

Pretty much. [ a small pause, then he raises a finger in reprimand. ] Unless I happen to like them.

[ look, he's so supportive of your murder tendencies Angelnomaly! ]

Oh, and, uh. If you see Xanxus, can you tell him to check his goddamn voicemail? Or better yet, to get his ass to the bunker.

[ he's doing his best not to sound worried. ]

No one you like, got it. If anyone on the Squalo-approved list tries anything, I'll just stick with a gentle maiming.

[ She laughs, but only for like a second or two before joking about gentle maimings with the guy she gently maimed starts to feel awkward. WELP. ]

...Wait, he's not - Xanxus isn't with you already?

[ OH

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ]

Well. I was going to go get you food anyway, right? So I'll just - I'll check the big food place. With the good stuff, downtown? That seems like somewhere he might end up.

[ And maybe on the way there she'll just. Check out a morgue or two. Just in case. It's not like he's really going to be dead or anything, is it? ]

Sounds great. If they're threatening your safety, a moderate maiming is acceptable.

[ HAHA DISCUSSING VIOLENCE WITH PEOPLE THAT HAVE HURT HIM IS SECOND NATURE WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S AWKWARD HAHAHAHAHA ]

[ oh she. doesn't know. ah. so she hasn't seen him around... ]

[ SURELY IT'S NOTHING ]

Definitely. He's probably stuffing his face with all of the remaining food without a care in the world right now.

[ that's a comforting thought. ]

Can I... uh, do anything for you? In return?

Oh, geez. I better be qui-- I better haul ass before there's nothing left for me to bring to you, huh? Hopefully enough of it has been dismissed as trash. Hopefully.

[ He's so dead, isn't he. Oh god he's dead and she's going to find his body and she's going to have to actually tell Squalo because she owes him that at least and fuck shit goddammit ass WHY.

The slag flow is maybe increasing a little. It's totally the equivalent of sweating. SURE IS WARM IN THIS FROZEN HECKHOLE. ]

And, um. No, there's - it's fine. It's the least I can do for hecking you up, right? And, uh, sorta-kidnapping you. And stuff.

[ especially if xANXUS IS DEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAADD ]

Haha, that's a very real possibility.

[ HE'S DEEEAAAAAAD let's not think about that let's not think about that ]

[ HELLO SLAG if only you could melt metal ]

To be fair, I kind of kidnapped you first...

[ It was other her, but she still had those memories, right? ]

[ look at them joking around and being cute to each other haha ]

[ h a h a ]

Oh, that barely counted!! I didn't get hurt, and it was. Kinda fun.

[ And it doesn't tear her up inside thinking about it or anything. Gee, she sure doesn't miss being normal. Or getting to hang out with friends. Or sleep piles, she doesn't miss those at all. Oh oh and smiling! She definitely doesn't miss being able to smile at people or casually put a hand on them as she walks past or oh GOD HER FACE IS FLOODING ]

Iunno if the f-- the other me said so, but it was actually pretty sweet of you? Except for the bit with Rhys, but, um. The rest was... nice.

[ she hates thiiiiiiiiiiis, ]

[ uuUUUUUUUGH guess that was the wrong topic to bring up. um. ]

I got the idea. Don't worry about it.

[ He sort of starts lifting his hand for an encouraging pat, then stops himself because haha slag touch of death and eridium. This is the worst. ]

[ Awww. It does make her feel a little better. Wanting to give her a pat totally counts for like, 90% of a real pat. Yeah.

The remaining 10% hurts like hell bUT SHHHHH, ]

I'll try not to. I mean - I have a job to do, right? So I should. Get on that. And come back in a day or two. With food! Hopefully. You'll need to, um, lend me a bag or something. And get that stick off the other me? The one Bester used to play with? So I can hold the bag on the end of it andhopefully keep the contents from getting all.

Y'know.

Purple.

[ THE THOUGHT MATTERS!! ]

Alright, I'll go get it. [ He's... not in a hurry to leave, though. That's nice? Also "But Bester might need it" is at the tip of his tongue, but. He has to focus on the now. On what they actually need. Not stupid sentimentality for a cat. ] 'Nd you're definitely coming back, alright? If you get yourself trapped I swear to fuck I'll find a way to murder you.

[ so sweet ]

Awwwww.

[ THAT'S A VERY SINCERE AWW. She'd like to accompany it with a stuck-out tongue to make it less so, but. NOT AN OPTION. ]

I mean, um, yes. I'll come back. If things get hairy I'll just run f-- I'll float for it. And barf slag at any pursuers. Even John.

[ ESPECIALLY JOHN. ]

You have enough to deal with, right? I have no plans to add to it.

[ IF ONLY. ]

Especially John.

[ Hey just because Squalo doesn't want him dead doesn't mean he can't acknowledge the guy definitely deserves slag barf right now. ]

Thanks. I'll go get the stuff.

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