onebehind: (want to teach you a lesson)
The good news was, at some point before the end of the week, before hurting Jack, before most of the truly terrible thing he'd done, Dylan had realized he needed help. The bad news was this realization had hit during one of the lows, and he'd decided what he needed wasn't to be fixed, to regain his (mostly) moral high ground, but to sink entirely and stop having moments of conflict and hesitation. He also wanted to be able to keep this power, once the week was out, because really, what fun would the ultimate loss of what little light remained in him be if he was left largely impotent again, at the end of it all, half his magic still missing? What point would there be to finally wanting to throw his weight around here, without concern for who he hurt in the process, if he had no weight to actually throw?

And so he'd gone to one of the darker Agents. Attar, Loki -- take your pick, really. He'd made a deal for a couple of favors at a later date, none of which he had any intention of ever actually fulfilling, and after he'd walked away, he'd spent the rest of the week dealing with the final death throes of his morality, desperate flickers of panic and conscious, before it curled up and died entirely. Now, there was nothing holding him back, he had power overflowing at his fingertips, and all was well. Thankfully, he'd also leveled out to a certain degree, but only a little. He wasn't so hellbent on murdering Jack, now -- now, it seemed more sensible to try and turn him and the other Horsemen, first -- but destroying Teleios? Oh, that was certainly on the agenda.

Maybe he'd find Samuel and Bailey and, after making them suffer for the hurt they'd inflicted on him (maybe he'd force them to hurt themselves as he'd hinted at Daniel might be in store for Jack, his voice still and now forever a thing of power), find whatever little doom they planned to use on the city and make it his own. Maybe he'd just see what trouble he could get up to on his own or with the Horsemen. Maybe -- well, there were so many possibilities, really, and he had so many ideas.

Right now, though? First, he was going to have a drink. A toast to himself and to something actually going right in this hellhole for once.
onebehind: (this is gospel for the fallen ones)
The day Teleios ends in ruin, Dylan closes his shop, The Crystal Card, at noon. While he's not expecting disaster, however, he is expecting guests, and he needs time to prepare, both mentally, not sure how Jack's going to take the fact that he's been lying to him for however long now, regardless of how he took it, back home, at the end of the long con, and physically, food to be cooked and plates laid out. He figures one or the other or both will take him -- well, not six hours, but better to be safe than sorry.

As it turns out, he's right, and when everything is said and done, dinner warming in the oven, waiting, he pours himself a drink, his first of the day, settles down in the chair at the head of the table, and waits for the sound of the Horsemen coming in, downstairs. Locked up or not, he figures they'll manage, either through tricks or simple breaking and entering or maybe, just maybe, through finding the key he left, as part of an inconspicuous puzzle, outside. Old habits die hard and he figures if they find it, it'll be the first clue for Jack, if he doesn't already suspect.

Either way, company will be here soon enough.
onebehind: (never been defeated & i won't stop now)
Who: Dylan, Evans, Robert Torre
What: Dylan gets called in for a psych evaluation. It does not go as planned.

"Rhodes. My office." )
onebehind: (push you off of the throne you erected)
Who: Dylan, Alma, Daniel, Merritt, Henley & Jack.
What: Directly after the Horsemen's first show post-Bradley, Dylan and Alma are called in to detain and interrogate them. Again.

It had started, as it had before and as planned, with a phone call. )
onebehind: (waiting for the song to start)
Who: Fuller, Dylan and Alma
What: The flyer for the Horsemen's newest show is delivered to the FBI building in Las Vegas. Hilarity ensues.

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