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Okay,
I’m starting to like this whole being a faerie thing a lot less. I’m too easily bored, and everyone is either worried about killing angels or… Doing … Actually, what is everyone doing? Seriously.
Being boring, obviously. Even haunting the bar got boring after Sherlock left.
If you’re looking for something to do, I could knock a line of salt in front of you. Heard that stalls you up pretty good.
He’s a djinn. Dean and I hunted one before, I just didn’t catch on to the blue hands thing in time. Let’s just say I’m surprised the guy can still stand on his two feet. That’s coming from a hunter.
Interesting. I’d test that out, but doubt it’d work for me.
If you're a ghost, are your clothes see-through as well?
Not in the sense that would get you going, Anon.
I don’t know. As long as you don’t side with the angels, I don’t really care to be honest. I’d suggest seeing Doc or the Doctor. Actually scratch that, unless you want to witness his memories you should probably stay away from the Doctor.
What’s wrong with the Doctor? Actually, seeing his memories might be worthwhile. I take it you and him took a trip down memory lane? What was that like?
Alright, so good news for the Pocket. At least for us demons. Let’s just say if you’re an angel I found a way to take your grace.
Yeah, and what about the rest of us?
The Ghost of the Bar | Owen and Sherlock
Sherlock jerked and then froze as he heard a voice, American, speaking to him. His eyes roamed the bar, but he didn’t see anyone else there. He was scared, obviously, but he didn’t let that show on his face. “Of course, you’re American.” He said that because he clearly thought God had an ego. After all, he was letting them suffer in this hell – for what, exactly?
However, he had no reason not to believe the advice. After all, if he was God, he should, in theory, know angel anatomy well enough to tell him what he should do. Obediently, almost scarily so, if Sherlock were more aware of himself in this moment, he picked up a bottle of rum, taking far more than a chug before spitting it out. “Asshole,” he muttered, wiping his mouth off before taking another sip of it, this time with more care. He swallowed it down with some difficulty before slamming the bottle back down on the bar.
“Of course I’m American. Ask any of the Americans here. They are the superior humans.” Owen replied, cringing even as he said it. He could picture any of them actually saying that though, so he was sure it was still believable enough for the infamous detective.
He couldn’t help the snicker falling past his lips and he slunk further back into the bar in case he started to accidentally reveal himself after his slip up. The thought of Sherlock calling someone he believed to be ‘God’ an asshole was just too funny to contain himself too long. “Good.” He boomed, “You will.... Be rewarded for listening to my advice. Not many do these days.”
That’s no toaster || Jack and Owen || Event ten
Jack spun around in time to watch Owen crash into the wall. Fangs out, he snarled at the other, daring him to do something stupid; and knowing that he would do exactly that. Squaring his shoulders, Jack waited for Owen to retaliate. He knew he would, of course he would. It was how they worked.
Preparing for the assault, Jack opened himself up and then….
Nothing.
Raising a brow and whirling around, he let out a dry laugh. “Having some performance problems, Owen?” He teased, popping his fangs back in and cocking a smile at the medic.
But soon the smile was wiped from his lips and the next thing he knew he was being thrown to the floor and Owen was once again solid and on top of him. “I can’t wait for you to turn back to… the state you were in.” He hissed, struggling for dominance with the other. “You know, human but not quite alive.”
Owen knew that he probably wasn’t going to last long in his physical state, and soon Jack was going to have the advantage over him for the mere fact that Owen would just go through him and lose the current battle for dominance.
He grit his teeth, and sneered at Jack, putting all his strength into keeping Jack on the ground. “You’re a fucking twat,” He spat, ribbing his elbow into the Captain’s neck.
But almost as soon as he did, he lost his solidarity, and nearly fell through the floor with the force he was using to push down on Jack. With a huff, he lifted himself and stared down at Harkness. “I can’t wait for a lot of things, but here we are. You still a twat, and me a fucking ghost. Dreams don’t always come true.”
The Ghost of the Bar | Owen and Sherlock
Sherlock simply didn’t know what to do with himself. He was an angel now and while he had wings and not-at-all-foreign sense of arrogance and a very foreign sense of self-righteousness about him now, he wanted to do the Holmesian thing and experiment. Which led him to the bar, where a full bottle of whiskey turned to near empty, shot glasses scattered across the bar and littering the floor. Nothing. He felt nothing. He’d just opened a bottle of tequila (having heard from someone once that it was a horrible idea to mix alcohol) hoping that would help him feel something different, when he muttered. “God, if you’re listening, you could make this a bit more enjoyable.” He was being sarcastic, he knew god wasn’t listening to him. And honestly, despite the fact that he was an angel, he simply didn’t care about god. Perhaps it was because of his certainty as a human that there wasn’t a god that he viewed this new experience more as how it would affect him rather than any newfound loyalty to something that clearly wasn’t helping them out of here.
Owen stayed hidden for a bit, watching as Sherlock made his way through bottle after bottle, but as time went on, he was finding it harder and harder to stay silent. When Sherlock started talking, Owen realized it was the perfect time to cease the moment and mess with the town’s local detective. Making his voice deeper, Owen spoke up - “Sherlock Holmes, it is I, God, and do not for one second think that I am ever not listening. How dare you.”
His voice boomed throughout the bar, and it took everything in him not to laugh. “It is going to take a lot more than that for someone like you to feel anything. Try the dark stuff, it’s delicious.” Then he moved to the side of the bar to get a better view of the detective, to see his reaction to ‘God’ responding to him.
That’s no toaster || Jack and Owen || Event ten
Jack smirked at the fact that he was able to give Owen a good smack across the jaw. Even if the other was doing all of this in jest, it was still completely unfair seeing as the other knew Jack was having problems with the damned toaster. But it was only too soon that Owen went back into his ghostly form and the Captain scowled.
“Owen, shut up.” Jack growled, curling his hands into fists and turning sharply to follow his undead team member. “No, it doesn’t want to befriend me,” he hissed, closing his eyes to regain some composure before popping his vampiric fangs out.
“And I’ve tried being nice to it, but it’s hissed and growled at me and ate some of my work, so it hates me and I’ve decided to hate it back.” The Captain sniffed before turning his head up and away. Moving a step closer towards Owen, Jack looked him up and down before clenching his jaw.
“Get off my desk before I call in one of the Winchesters to exorcise you.” Seeing Owen start to come back to solid, Jack lurched forward and pulled him off the desk before throwing him at the wall.
One minute Owen was laughing, getting far too much enjoyment out of antagonizing the Captain, the next he was flying back towards the wall. If being a ghost came with it’s own defense mechanism like he thought, it was a little late in kicking in that time because he collided hard with the wall before phasing back into his opaque form.
As soon as he hit the wall, it was like something snapped and Owen was no longer there to have fun. He was there to fight, and this time he didn’t have any intentions of letting Jack win even if he knew in the end, that would probably end up being the outcome.
"From what I've heard," he started, lunging at Jack in an attempt to push him back, but instead just went right through him. "They're the ones that need the exorcists."
He spun around and glared at Jack, practically daring him to attack again, but as soon as he felt himself going solid again, he lunged again, colliding head on with Jack and dragging him to the floor.
Look at that, now you have a real reason to not come to work. You won’t have to make one up now.
I always have a real reason.
You astound me, Owen. Truly, you do.
Are you also see through? I’ve never met a real ghost. An actual, proper ghost, I mean. The last time I ran into something ghostly - well, apart from this place - it was the cyberman invasion of Torchwood One.
Ok, but seeing that you’re one of the more clever people around here, I need some help figuring all of this out. I thought I had a grip on converting angels to human, or demons to human, but ghosts?
I remember that mess. Jack every tell you about the one that got smuggled into Torchwood three? But yep, far as I can tell, I’m an actual proper ghost. I seem to shift back and forth between see through, completely invisible, and solid though. It’s really annoying.
Right now, I don’t have a clue. It’ll have to be when I’m solid, if there is a way. I’ll have a good think on it, maybe try to run some tests?
The Ghost of the Bar | Owen and Sherlock
Owen got bored of the Hub pretty quickly. Irritating Jack was only amusing for so long. Especially since Jack had an uncanny ability to hit him every time he happened to be solid. It was definitely time for him to find somewhere else to haunt, which is how he eventually ended up at the bar.
Didn’t seem like there was a lot of people finding the need to drink with their new abilities and Owen was ready to go find somewhere else. At least until Sherlock Holmes himself walked through the doors.
Owen immediately shifted so that he was completely invisible and hung behind the bar, waiting to see what the detective was going to do. Messing with him was going to be hilarious.
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All things considered I actually think it’s probably best if everyone were a little bit extra careful for the next little bit. Though I am curious what’s happened to you that prevents you from providing medical care…
You’re talking to the Pocket’s newest, handsomest, shiniest ghost. Kinda hard to conduct medical help when I can hardly keep hold of the stethoscope.
Thanks Owen, I never knew you took a degree in psychology too. Good to know, this town needs a therapist after all.
Yeah, no thanks. The last thing this place needs is me being there therapist.
That’s no toaster || Jack and Owen || Event ten
Owen almost instantly regretted going back to a physical form to talk to Jack when the Captain's fist quickly found his jaw. He still didn't have complete control over when he was physical and when he wasn't, as if acting on a defense mechanism, immediately after Jack punched him, Owen phased back into being transparent.
Scowling, he went completely invisible and slid from the vents to go around Jack and prop himself up into a sitting position on top of the Captain's desk. Something else he was sure was going to irritate the man. Apparently he was just in the mood to see how much he could anger him. He seemed a lot quicker to anger now-- must be a vampire thing.
"Don't get your knickers all in a twist-- unless you want them to be. I don't know what kind of things your into." He teased, almost purposely trying to figuratively poke a stick at the Captain. He was bored and this seemed the easiest way to find some amusement at the time.
"And how do you know it didn't pass along a message. Maybe it left a note. Wouldn't be the first time. Repaired my desk once. Maybe it's just trying to befriend you. Be nice to it and maybe it'll do something nice to you." He shrugged, his body becoming visible again as spoke beyond his control.
That’s … different. I thought you’d come back as some sort of zombie.
So… can you literally walk through walls and suchlike?
You see, Jack keeps thinking there’s this toaster…
They really missed a good opportunity, didn’t they? Have to say, I’m not disappointed that they did. What I can do is way cooler than stumbling around begging for people’s brains. I mean, I could still do that probably. Freak a few people out.
Yeah, about that. I already went in the venting system to mess with him. Didn’t see a toaster, but got a good sock in the jaw from our new Captain Vampire while I was in physical form.
