2065/Investigating Angel

Investigating Angel
Date of Scene:	19 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Angel, Dean Winchester

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Angel has posed:
    The day was fading and the night was approaching. The last few days had been dry weather, clear and calm. At least, that was the weather. The rest of the underworld of the city has seen a few things different than clear and calm. Demons, supervillains, bad guys, and miscreants as seem to be falling out of the woodwork. What would this night bring?

    As the sun set, and dusk settles on this area of the city, a lone Vampire with a Soul was in the Hyperion Hotel, recovering from the last few days of "weather".

    Angel shuffles across the floor in the direction of the door. And then back towards the desk. Back and forth. His face is a mask of concern, and his eyes are downcast, as though contemplating something.

    Angel's pacing is fast...almost too fast for the human eye to follow as he burns up some nervous energy. His hands are clasped behind his back and he is trying not to let what was worrying him get to him. He was failing.

Dean Winchester has posed:
The door of the Hyperion Hotel opens and a dark blond man in a black suit peers inside. Dean halts in the frame, standing there to eye the expanse of the Hotel's lobby. His lips hitch up on one side into a misplaced lopsided boyish grin. His hands tuck into the pockets of his suit and his green eyes trace Angel's movements around the lobby.

The grin disappears. His lips part.

And then they press together. "...Hello?"

Angel has posed:
    Angel stops in his tracks and frowns. His eyes move towards the door at the new arrival, and he regards Dean with an appraising air. Moving forward three steps, he releases his hands so they move from his back, to his sides.

    "Hello." Angel says, non-commitally. "Welcome to the Hyperion Hotel. I'm Angel of Angel Investigations. How can I help you?" Angel nods.

Dean Winchester has posed:
The greeting warrants a small tug of Dean's eyebrows and a lopsided pull of his lips--nearly mischievous from one end to the other. He reaches into his jacket pocket. He closes the distance between them. "Will Graham," he introduces himself. "Local law enforcement," he issues Angel a one-shouldered shrug. "And... someone suggested you folks might be able to help me."

His tongue rolls over his lips and he squares a look at Angel. "Sorry," he rakes a hand through his hair. "Maybe... " his eyes roll at himself. "...it's going to sound crazy."

Angel has posed:
    "Will Graham." Angel's brooding frown deepens as he regards Dean. "Is that so. Local law enforcement?" That gives Angel slight pause. Angel crosses his arms across his chest, and adds, "Well, fire away then. Tell me what my team can do to help you Officer." Angel's smile is bereft of any warmth.

    "We are always here to help anyone, even local law enforcement. We don't turn anyone away, if they are here with good intentions."

    Angel waves towards the couches and says, "Would you like to sit down?" Angel then adds, "And don't worry. No matter how crazy, I will always listen. Crazy is our game, so to speak."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Detective," he corrects with a faint shrug. Police care about that kind of thing. Dean's smile in turn is laced with smug arrogance that actually might be characteristic of a hotshot young police officer. He strides towards the couch and takes a seat when offered, "Much obliged." As he sits, he undoes the button on his jacket, allowing the suit to hang easier and wrinkle free.

"Angel," his eyes narrow. "First or last name?"

His head shakes. It doesn't matter.

"Look, it's nuts. We've had reports from multiple sources that there's a market... a large one for... demon blood?" He actually frowns at that. The insanity is enough to make him cringe. "We thought it was street drug name, but I've been told," his head shakes a little and he rises to his feet. "I'm sorry. It doesn't even make sense."

Angel has posed:
    "Detective." Angel says with a slight smile. Angel watches as the "detective" takes a seat, and then moves to a position where he is far enough away to not be too close, but close enough to have a pleasant conversation. "First and last" Angel replies to the question about his name. "It's a thing."

    Angel then listens to Dean's words, as he talks about "demon blood". "Indeed." Angel says with a darkening expression. "There is a market for demon blood...intestines...eyes...tentacles...you name it, there is a market for it." Angel nods and adds, "Things in the darkness rarely make sense "Detective"."

    Angel shakes his head. "So what brings you here then? Surely it is not to confirm that there is such a thing as demon blood. You say it as though you...know it somehow." Angel regards the man with a penetrating look.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"We've heard of a lot of drugs in my short time on the force,"hot shot detective isn't very old after all, "but I don't know how to find sources. We're stuck. The leads are few and far between. And when people use the stuff," his eyebrows lift, "...well... there's nothing we can do about it. Not really." His lips curve down at the edges and he feels momentarily exposed. "They get strong. Well, stronger. Enhanced. More resilient. There are things." He issues Angel another shrug. s far as someone who knows he shakes his head, "This is new territory. We investigate the orthodox. I can't make head's or tails of this."

Angel has posed:
    "I see. Well, I can understand your issues Detective, but I don't understand what you need me to do? People are going to do what they are going to do. If they take this "demon blood drug" then they take it." Angel pauses, and shrugs. "They will have to suffer the consequences." Angel uncrosses his arms, and then says, "The source is usually non-pure demons. The lower castes and the sewar dwellers. That is where you will have to go. The cellar, Detective." Angel smiles. "Bring rain gear and rubber boots."

Dean Winchester has posed:
A smirk follows the remark. And increasingly the detective loses the hallmark of a true police officer. Including easy humour about having to traipse into the sewer. There's a long pause as he considers something, "What do you mean non-pure?" as much information as possible is helpful now. "But this is a real thing? It's not some folklore to get kids to go to bed on time?"

Angel has posed:
    "No, Detective, this is a real thing." Angel looks, truly looks at the man in front of him. "Old Ones. True "ancient" demons are incredibly powerful. They are, well, gawds. Literally. I have faced one or two in my time, and believe me...pray they never set foot on this plane." Angel says, frowning. "Half-breeds and non-pure demons are more like what you would find here. Vampires for example." Angel says, "Why are you so invested in this? It is like you have a personal issue to deal with." Angel takes a step forward. "I can't help you unless you tell me the truth, "Will". ARe you okay?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's eyes deaden at the mention of the ancient demons. He frowns. Pretty openly. "Right. Well. That's... something to know." The mention of the personal issue sees him perk somewhat. "I don't have a personal issue with demon blood. Allegedly someone I know does." His lips purse and he can feel the frown drawing across his features. "I'm fine," he manages easily enough. "Fine enough." His jaw tightens. "But a demon told me someone I know is using demon blood. I have no idea if this is to be believed."

Angel has posed:
    "Knowledge is the key to victory in defeating darkness." Angel nods, quoting an ancient tome he once read. Someone he knows, "Ah. I can understand when we are worried about friends. I worry about mine everyday..." Angel trails off for a moment. Dean's words bring him back.

    "A demon told you this?" Angel purses his lips for a moment, and then shakes his head. "I would be very careful trusting anything a demon says to you. They can twist the truth to fit their own game, and it is usually to the detriment of the person they are talking to...or about. Half-truths, innuendo, and deceipt is their game. Beware. Detective." Angel smiles.

    "Now if this person IS usuing...I would be wary. Demon blood, especially if used in rituals or ingested in a ritual, can be...damaging." The last was said with emphasis.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Believe me, I know. Crowley isn't to be trusted," Dean's eyebrows lift at that. "But in this... I don't know." He rubs his chin. "If he's wrong, he'll blow any chances of--" again he lifts a hand. Too much information. The last has his chin tucking towards his chest. "This type of information, then ind that's meant to win me over immediately? Yeah, it tends to be correct."

He shakes his head and brings himself to a stand. "Regardless, appreciate the time. I might be back. Maybe." He shoots Angel a half-smile. "This has been helpful though." With a nod of thanks, he turns on his heel and treads to the door.

Angel has posed:
    Angel frowns. "Crowley." Angel has heard that name, and it registers on his face. Listening to the rest of what Dean says, Angel simply nods, and says, "Well. You have to make the decision on whether to trust this Crowley or not." As Dean turns to leave, Angel says, "I wish you good luck. Feel free to come back if you need my help again." Angel watches the man go, his expression now thoughtful and contemplative.