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[ When the video clicks on, the Network is greeted with the face of a man in his late twenties — five o'clock shadow, hair mussed in a way to look absolutely careless, a bemused smirk on his face. When he tilts his head and realizes the device is recording, that smirk spreads to a smile that shows teeth, charming and beatific. For a guy who's just been through the ringer of a nasty space-time anomaly, he seems fairly good shape. Or maybe he's just good at taking things in stride. (Or maybe he just likes pain.)

Whatever the case maybe, when he tilts his head he lifts a hand and waves. A lazy, unaffected wriggle of his fingers before he puffs up his cheeks and gives a kind of blow-hard sigh. ]

So. Anybody out there feel like helping a guy out and cluing me in as to who exactly is in charge here? [ A simple enough question, punctuated by the exaggerated lift of his eyebrows. He moves to switch of the device and then thinks better of it, leaning back again to add: ] And if you're gonna say Ward, I'll stop you right there, cause I've already done some of my homework. [ A beat, a tiny shrug. As if to say well, kinda. ] I'm not looking for the guy whose on the nameplate of the bridge. I'm looking for whoever's actually in charge.

Capiche?

[ ooc; Ladies and gents of the Tranquility, meet Vepar, one of the OCs for the demon plot! Unlike the possessed passengers, he was already well-settled into his host 'Evander' before coming on board. For more information on him, see his profile while he tries to get a lay of the land ~~and maybe stir up a little strife in the process~~. ]

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[ Well well well, what have we here? A little fish wanting to swim with a big one? With the video off, no one can see the difference between Vepar and Evander, and while Evander's smile helps with the natives it's Vepar that responds to the ether, not knowing exactly where to send it. The word's playful enough. Harmless.

(No, it's not.) ]

POLO.

[It's nice that this network operates with ID numbers, and that those numbers correspond with arms, lockers, rooms. If Vepar has decided his room isn't the best spot to stay, then she'll have to look further afield, but it's the first place to check. The corridor is thankfully empty - she hasn't got her game face ready for the people milling around this spaceship - but she's still quick as she approaches his door and knocks, once.]

[ For now, he's in his room. Easiest for Crowley to come find him, if he needs him and easiest for whomever it may have been summoning over the comms to drop in. Not that Vepar always expects friendly company, so he opens the door with Evander's posture and a friendly smile (bowie knife strapped to the side of his calf, beneath low-rise denim. ]

Yes, hello, can I help—

[ The greeting stows itself once the door opens all the way to reveal his guest, though he does still have the presence of mind to maintain the facade and keep smiling. ] Look what the cat dragged in.

[ Evander steps aside, doesn't even bother asking questions, just— lets her in. ]

[Amon smiles back, and it's a beautiful expression on a beautiful face, perfectly used to winning people over left and right - just like he was. But she isn't beautiful, and at the moment, there is none of the human softness in her eyes, no joy there to match the expression. Her smile is a show of teeth, and she hisses through them as she steps past him,]

Fucking funny looking cat.

[She didn't take well to waking up in tubes, covered in blue goo, getting spat out only to find she was on a spaceship filled with kidnapped humans. She didn't like not knowing what was going on, where to fit herself in, how to best deal with the situation. It had almost led to a messy display of anger in the medbay, but she had enough control to get herself out of there and try to get some idea of her bearings. Vepar's face on the network had been something of a godsend - ha fucking ha - but she wasn't likely to let him know that.

Instead she takes a look around the room - she hadn't gone to her own yet, she didn't want anyone knowing it was occupied - noting the utterly boring set of it. It's only with the door closed that she turns back to talk to him.]

Seems like it dragged you, too. [He wouldn't have made that post if he'd been here any longer than she had.] Getting yourself settled in?

[ Vepar doesn't like chaos, for all the obvious reasons. It's hard to know the full scale of the game when so many variables refuse to play by any predetermined set of rules. Not that chaos isn't useful, but only when he's the one pulling the strings to evoke it. Being on the receiving end of an unpredicted blow can leave Vepar reeling and seething and spitting black fire for days, and when he's like that, he can give Amon a run for her money (he is a demon after all). But unlike Amon, he never gleans satisfaction from it, never truly likes throwing his weight about for the sake of a terrible thrill. No, what Vepar enjoys is tactics and strategy; what he likes most of all is efficiency. And knowing that Amon is here helps him, reveals a little more of the board to him. This way he knows what he has not in his arsenal (he'd never assume as much about her) but what pieces remain in play.

The door shut behind her, he turns and retrieves his glasses from a nearby table, slipping them on. When he does, Evander's posture changes, melts away to something more upright and contained. ]

I'm in the process of surveying the ship. Head count, assets, hunters. [ A pause; he folds his hands together in front of himself. ] Crowley. [ It is as much a question as it is a statement. ]

[Vepar was, in many ways, the exact opposite of Amon. Contained, controlled, uptight. He cared more about the big picture, while she had a preference for one-on-one. There was no friendship between them, but the way their circles barely overlapped helped in the case of them tolerating each other, when their paths crossed. Vepar is better suited for finding out what the fuck is going on here, Amon knows, which is why she'd had no problem coming to knock on his door as soon as she'd seen his face.]

Crowley.

[She hadn't been involved in any of that mess, but she'd heard about it. Taken it with a pinch of salt. Chinese whispers was a rampant problem amongst demons - manipulation started at home.]

What the fuck is he doing here?

[And why the fuck was he summoning more demons to join him - because they'd been summoned, there was no doubt about that.]

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