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stilljustandrew ([personal profile] stilljustandrew) wrote2010-04-12 08:13 pm
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[Detroit!AU: the first to come was a fair maid]

Jonathan's vision was pretty well unmistakable. Gabriel's in danger, and doesn't know it -- or at least doesn't know the specifics.

That would be enough on its own, even if Andrew didn't more or less owe him his life.



Gabriel's nowhere to be seen at Milliways, and no one seems to have run into him in the past couple of days. Well, and that's normal enough; there's no reason he'd be here all the time, and plenty of reason to make himself scarce, all things considered. Maybe he's just back home.

Please just let this not be too late.

Andrew writes out a note at the bar giving Jonathan's vision in as much detail as he can, folds it carefully in quarters, and writes "The Trickster (G.)" on the outside.
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: dark-haired dark-eyed danger)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
It's a matter of seconds, and not many of them, before the door to the hall bursts open.

She doesn't even bother glancing at Andrew; her focus is all for Lucifer.

"You called for me?"
gavemea_45: (lucifer: direct)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-22 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
He clasps his hands behind his back and smiles warmly at her.

"I did." He flicks a glance at Andrew, then back to Meg.

"Tend to our ... guest. As we discussed."
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," she assures him, and turns a sharp smile on Andrew.

"I'll be delighted to."
gavemea_45: (lucifer: direct)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-22 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Lucifer smiles.

"Good."

He glances at Andrew.

"We'll talk again. Soon."
gavemea_45: (lucifer: smile in gray)

[personal profile] gavemea_45 2010-04-22 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs, very softly, and walks out of the room -- touching a casual hand on Meg's shoulder and running it down her arm as he goes.
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
She looks after him, then turns her full attention to Andrew.


"Oh, we're going to have fun, Wells. I can't wait to get started."
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugs, smiling.

"Something like that."

A beat.

"Guess we're gonna have to make the most of the time we've got while it lasts, right?"

Meg claps her hands sharply together, and three guards promptly enter the room in response to her summons.

"Take him downstairs," she orders.
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: dark-haired dark-eyed danger)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
The guards muscle him out of the room, down a flight of stairs into a short, ill-lit corridor, and into the middle of another room.

Meg leaves them at the top of the stairs. It's only after the guards get him to the center of the cell that she arrives, carrying a cardboard box.

She crouches down, setting it on the floor, and starts to open it, then glances over at them.

"Why is he still on his feet?"
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The first thing she lays out is a set of wrist cuffs.

Then a collar, and a metal chain.

Finally, Meg picks up a smaller box that's labeled as being from a medical supply shop, and turns to pin him with a look.

"I remember your little trick last time. With that Dvasha bitch."

The gloves she lifts from the box are specially designed, with metal-braced foam splints to separate and immobilize each finger.

"Don't think you'll be pulling that one again."

She adds a roll of duct tape, and smiles.
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't like that, do you?"

She flicks a glance at the guards. One moves up behind him, grabbing him with one arm under each of his, then up and around his shoulders in an immobilizing armlock, the demon's hands clasped behind Andrew's neck. The other two move to his sides, one reaching for each of Andrew's arms.

"Too bad," Meg says, walking toward him. "You're going to wear them. But because I'm feeling nice right now, I'll give you the chance to let me slide them on your hands without fighting. Because if you do fight me, you'll still be wearing them, but I'll break each one of your fingers first."
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-22 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good boy," she coos.

Meg closes the distance between them, tucks one of the gloves under her arm, and holds the other in one hand as she reaches for his right wrist.
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-23 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She's fairly deft at it; either she's practiced in preparation, or she's done this before.

Meg finds a pressure point at the juncture of his wrist and palm and bears down on it hard as she flattens his hand into the glove, laying each finger into its individual channel and squeezing the splint closed around.

A doctor would add a velcro strip and stop there, but Meg wraps duct tape firmly around wrist and fingers until his hand is completely immobilized, then smiles into his eyes.

"There." Beat. "That's one."
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: sweet deadly smile)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-23 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
She repeats the process on his left hand, then tosses the duct tape back into the cardboard box and steps back to admire her work.

"Very good."

Her glance meets his.

"You're awfully quiet, Andy. What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"
mynamesnotmeg: (meg: dark-haired dark-eyed danger)

[personal profile] mynamesnotmeg 2010-04-23 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not yet, maybe," she says, sweetly, then nods to the guards.

"Boys, I think you can handle the rest of this. Entertain him while I go see to our other guest."

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