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Ivan ([personal profile] deservesadaisy) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-11-03 10:58 pm

Can You Imagine Us, Years From Today

Who: Ivan and Mitchell

What: Getting up to speed

Where: A cafe, probably in Mafaton

When: Backdated to a few hours after Mitchell's arrival

Notes: This may or may not go well.

Warnings: None so far, except for neither of them being at all a good person.


Ivan spent the hours that Mitchell was using to settle himself mainly in continuing his ongoing search for a new apartment. He'd set himself up in a temporary space, but since travel wasn't an option, he wanted some place comfortable to settle. (And some place that he could pay Njoki to ward properly.)

He wasn't precisely displeased to see Mitchell in Baedal, though it was strange, having someone from home arrive. In fact, however, Ivan was more disappointed than anything. Saving Mitchell had been impulsive, and he'd no guarantee he could have survived if he hadn't, but he'd still hoped Mitchell would have carried on with his second chance a bit longer than he had.

Perhaps the story would at least be entertaining. One could always hope.

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
Mitchell is coping considerably better with the idea of a city that abducts dead people since he and Ivan last spoke. It's partly thanks to Hasi, and partly because, once things were settled at the Inn, he was able to go out and really see things for himself on the way to finding Mafaton.

He may have dragged his heels a little bit along the way, stopping to look at a building or a shop window. It's not that he doesn't want to see Ivan so much as at their last reunion, Mitchell ended up bleeding and tossed aside on a car park floor.

When he reaches the cafe, he's still trying to weigh up if letting George kill Herrick versus everything that happened post-explosion will warrant a worse reaction.

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Mitchell spies Ivan through the cafe window first, a visual that is disconcerting in a good and bad way at the same time. It affirms what everyone has told him, and also it's good that Ivan is alive. Probably (see: this may or may not go well).

He does hesitate a minute by the table before taking a seat, then says, "Complete this sentence: out on the wiley, windy moors." He's only half-joking.

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"'lo." And a nod in greeting, apparently satisfied that he's actually having this conversation with someone he'd gotten used to thinking of as deceased. In a more final sense than he's used to.

Pulling out a chair to take a seat, he replies, "I got given front door keys to a house that isn't here." He's not really sure what to think about that yet, but they're there in his pocket.

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"It's been a strange couple of months." That is definitely an understatement.

Someone comes over to take his order and he asks for a cup of coffee. Once they server is gone, Mitchell seems to have decided on a starting point. Begin from the beginning. "It was Lucy. The one I told you about. She was the one behind the attack, her and another man named Kemp." He fiddles with the table edge, eyes slightly cast down.

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it gets better," he says, glancing up and over at Ivan. "She was using me, obviously. They were some sort of religious scientists posing as a 'cure' for the supernatural. Really, they wanted rid of all of us. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts. It didn't matter.

"As you can imagine, I was pissed. So was Daisy. And it tipped me over the edge in a bad way."

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I killed over twenty people." It's said rather flatly, but at least has the decency to look ashamed at his next confession: "Twelve of them in a train carriage."

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"The newspapers didn't seem to think so." Then again, it wasn't as though they were creeping about in the night time. In fact they had both been rather colourful about the entire thing, blood sprays and all. "And with no one running the show..."

He'll just let that peter out. Ivan can no doubt guess what a disaster everything was.

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Mitchell shakes his head. "Only the ones who never showed up." Or were incapacitated, like Cara, but he'll get to that in time.

"Then Kemp managed to do something that forced Annie over to the other side. I came to my senses and we left, in fact we moved. Lucy came looking for us to apologise, Kemp followed and killed her." He doesn't really expect Ivan to care about those details so much, but it leads onto, "And then Annie managed to find a Door and drag him in with her. She was still trapped there, though. I found a way to cross over and get her."

You know how it is: do the dishes, pick up a pint of milk, cross over to Purgatory. The server comes back over and puts his coffee on the table and he smiles up at them with a 'thanks.' "That's mostly why I was so confused about this place."

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods in reply to the query about Annie. As for Daisy, "I don't. I stopped killing and she wanted to keep going. I never heard from her after we moved to Wales." He's maybe a little too casual the way he adds a sugar to his coffee and stirs. Something to focus on rather than give himself away.

Although what he said was the truth to the best of his knowledge. McNair told only Herrick about a vampire named Daisy and, as far as Mitchell knows, only Cara resurrected Herrick.
Edited 2011-11-05 13:32 (UTC)

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"It didn't go as smoothly as I hoped." As Ivan can no doubt imagine with these sorts of things. Neither did Mitchell, at the time, but it didn't stop him. He can be extremely obstinate about getting what he wants, although the consequences are rarely thought out. "There were people waiting for me on the other side. The people I killed. I got Annie back but one of them told me I was going to die soon. Killed by a werewolf."

There's a tight little smile as he remembers his interaction with Lia and her prophesy. "A wolf-shaped bullet."

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm." Which is in agreement, albeit he knows he deserved what he got. "Then the Old Ones requested me to join them after everything to do with the massacre. I didn't. Oh, and someone found a way to ressurect Herrick. Yeah."

"And seeing as I'd recently been given a death sentence, I went about trying to find out how to come back to life. It didn't work. In the meantime, I was trying to stop being found out about the massacre, which didn't go well. First I was almost arrested, then someone covered it up. And I realised that whoever had done it would want a pretty big favour and I just...couldn't. Wyndham turned up at the end. So. I asked George to kill me. And he did."

There's a lot more to it, obviously. Parts of which he left out intentionally, parts which he might elaborate upon later. And behind it all, despite trying to keep things calm, his nerves still feel very, very fraught, which doesn't help.
Edited 2011-11-05 14:34 (UTC)

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"He couldn't remember anything at first. He didn't even know he was a vampire." Mitchell looks at Ivan, with a tired expression of 'can you believe that?' "We kept him in the house, upstairs. After the police came to arrest me, all those humans around, he must have snapped. He killed the lot of them, then he impersonated an officer and came to let me out."

"He stabbed George's girlfriend, Nina. Then he put me and George in a cage, taunted him with it, tried to turn us against each other. A werewolf friend of George's came and I tricked us into getting out." He stares at the table as he speaks, remembering everything that had gone by in the last twenty-four hours all too clearly.

[identity profile] martyrdomoption.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"A nice young woman let me out of the room and gave me whiskey. I'm not sure it was enough." The same young woman who has been speculating over Ivan's sex life with Ilde, which is surely a more fascinating kind of six-degrees in Baedel.

"I killed him." And then he realises he may have to be a bit more specific. "Herrick, I mean. I killed him."