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[lupusintus]

[ Not long after getting to the Welcome Diner and gathering his thoughts, he flips on the device to begin what will surely be one of the hardest things he's ever had to do. He hasn't bothered to clean himself up much but, with Daniel's help, he probably doesn't look like a serial killer anymore. Still, it's obvious the man has been through hell. ]

My name is Ethan Chandler. I-- [ He swallows, then begins again. ]

Last night, something wicked prowled through the streets and attacked several residents. It was me. I don't look as I did last evening and, despite what I said, I can't recall who I encountered or what events took place. I change, you see, when the moon is full. I can't control myself; God knows I've tried.

[ He lets out a sharp exhale, grimacing when it aggravates some of his injuries, but powers through. ]

Ever since my arrival, I've done what I could to make sure I couldn't hurt anyone, taken precautionary measures to restrain myself so this wouldn't happen. But it did. Something happened last night, and I made a mistake that put people here in harm's way. The blame rests entirely upon my shoulders and mine alone.

I'm not deserving of your forgiveness, but I'll ask for it. If you encountered the wolf last evening, please, reach out to me here. The phones are impersonal and I would prefer to extend my apology in person, to look you in the eye when I give it.

[ Now, to another pressing matter: ]

Mr. Gray and Miss Ives were present before and after what happened. I can't contact either one of them. I've tried.

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[lupusintus]

You're right, she wouldn't, which is why I'm going to find her.

[ He's no fool. Whatever this is, they both have a fondness for Vanessa, so he is going to use that to his advantage to try and draw Peter back and away from whatever has a hold on him now. ]

But I need your help, Peter. Just yours. [ Ethan isn't about to try and bargain with a demon for help, damn sure not one whose identity he's unaware of. He's desperate to find her but not enough to go that far yet. Until the black eyes disappear, he stares down the one who possesses them with no intention of backing down. ]

If anyone can help me find her, you can. She's here somewhere, of that much I'm sure.

[possessum]

[ Ordinarily, he might listen to this. If he could stop, and think about it. But combined with everything that's happening.... the revelation that the man he's talking to is a werewolf, talks of bloodshed, Vanessa missing..... and the dark, ancient, lost thing scratching desperately at the walls of his skin from inside, his mind isn't clear. He's shaking his head, eyes wide, still black but not fully. Swollen pupils restrict and blow, restrict and blow. He starts trembling again, almost convulsively. He can't handle this. ]

I'm not fucking helping you...! I'll find her myself!!

[ It sounds like Peter when he says that, like an angry teenage boy. But the demon still remains right alongside him, and there's a hiss to follow those words, reedy, snakelike, aimed at Ethan. (Paimon getting in his last two cents, here...)

With that, Peter, still shuddering uncontrollably, shuts off his feed, shuts off everything. There's a cold sweat at his brow; he feels ill, strange, but he's heading out to look for Vanessa. Perhaps a fool's journey, in a place like this, but he's not alone. The demon king guides him, in its way, even beyond Peter's awareness. At some point, they'll find her phone. It'll be something. ]