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[gargoyle_of_red]

[After sundown, the video flickers to life and a beaked creature peers into the device, looking pretty worried. He takes in a shaky breath, trying to calm himself down.]

New Moore? I... thought I was in Manhattan, New York.

Lexington, Broadway, if this is some kind of joke, it isn't funny! Can anyone hear me?!

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[Audio]

[icanbuyafez]

[The Doctor's voice is quiet, almost reverent, as if he's talking to himself.]

...Oh, look at you. You are beautiful.

[Back in his regular tone and volume.]

Hello! I'm the Doctor! I am afraid to say, however, that this is probably not a joke.

[gargoyle_of_red]

The Doctor? That's an.. interesting name. Well uh, I'm Brooklyn, part of the Manhattan Clan.

Not a joke? Great... Have you seen anyone else who looks like me around by chance? Or a statue like me?

[icanbuyafez]

Nice to meet you, Brooklyn of the Manhatten Clan!

Unfortunately, I have not seen anyone like you here. In fact, I've never seen anyone like you before in my life, and that's saying something.

[gargoyle_of_red]

I see. I guess they weren't kidnapped and taken here. That's probably for the better.

You seem to be pretty interested in what I am. That's a first, quite honestly.

[icanbuyafez]

Really? I'd never guess it, looking at you!

So what are you, then? Besides simply fascinating?

[gargoyle_of_red]

Heh well. I'm a gargoyle! Stone by day, alive at night.

[icanbuyafez]

Stone by...

Just by night, though? You're not stone when someone looks at you?

...Have you ever heard of the weeping angels?

[gargoyle_of_red]

Weeping... angels? Never heard of those before.

[icanbuyafez]

And you don't turn to stone when someone looks at you?

...What do you feed on?

[gargoyle_of_red]

No I don't, only by day. At sun down, we break out of the stone.

Feed on? Look, we just eat normal food...

[icanbuyafez]

[Huge sigh of relief.]

Oh, thank goodness. Just a coincidence then.

[gargoyle_of_red]

[he frowns a little]

What are weeping angels?

[icanbuyafez]

The only race I knew of, before now, that turn into stone. They turn into stone when you see them, the perfect defense mechanism.

As soon as you turn your back, however, they're faster than you can imagine, and they are the deadliest, most powerful, most malevolent lifeform evolution has ever produced.

I was afraid you were a distant cousin or something.

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[gargoyle_of_red]

That's... wow.

[gargoyle_of_red]

Our kind aren't like that at all. It's our nature to protect. Protect our home and our clan members. And we also protect those of who keep us safe during the day.

[icanbuyafez]

I'm very glad to hear that. If you eat regularly and don't feed off potential energy, I can believe you have nothing to do with them.

Besides which, you're having this conversation with me, which would be very out of character for an angel.

Welcome to New Moore, then! None of us really wanted to be here, but we try to make the most of it.

[gargoyle_of_red]

Thank you Doctor. I'm sure I'll find my niche here, even if it isn't New York. Plus, if there's more people like you around, it won't be so bad!

[nicevampireguy]

You're kidding me, right?

[gargoyle_of_red]

Excuse me?

[nicevampireguy]

What the hell even are you?!

[gargoyle_of_red]

I'm a gargoyle.

[nicevampireguy]

[nicevampireguy]

Right, of course. Makes perfect fucking sense. Of course gargoyles are alive.

[gargoyle_of_red]

Of course we are! We're awake during the night, and stone by day.

[OF COURSE. THIS IS TOTALLY COMMON KNOWLEDGE.]

[nicevampireguy]

Awake during the night huh? That makes two of us. I'm Conrad, by the way. Vampire. Come on down to the Phony if you... drink... alcohol?

[gargoyle_of_red]

A vampire? Wow! I've met all kinds of creatures in my day, but a vampire is something I have yet to see.

[chronosexual]

Very interesting. New York? You're a long way from home, I'm afraid

[gargoyle_of_red]

Yeah. But I'm sure I can manage, seeing as how you're the second person who has yet to freak out at what I look like. It's a nice change from New York, I'll tell you that much.

[notvictorious]

Really? People in New York seemed to be pretty cool about that kinda stuff when I was there.

[gargoyle_of_red]

Well people aren't used to gargoyles quite yet. At least, that's how it was when I was back in New York.

[fuckincakewake]

tihs stuff is kickgn in

[gargoyle_of_red]

What stuff?

[coinmover]

Everyone can hear you.

[gargoyle_of_red]

Oh! Heh, sorry about that. Didn't mean to be so frantic.

[coinmover]

No need to apologize, my friend.

[gargoyle_of_red]

[Friend...? He smiles a little]

Who are you then? I'm Brooklyn.

[coinmover]

Erik Lensherr. But my friends, Brooklyn, call me Magneto.

[gargoyle_of_red]

Magneto? That's an interesting nickname.

[coinmover]

Where I come from, "Brooklyn" would be an unusual name as well. But then, where I come from, people such as you and I, who do not blend in with the common run of humanity, often take names to distinguish how we stand out.

[gargoyle_of_red]

[This is sounding oddly familiar...]

Even where I come from, my kind isn't exactly smiled upon. But, we're getting through it all. People will eventually warm up!

[coinmover]

Very optimistic.

[gargoyle_of_red]

Someone's gotta be!

[coinmover]

I will leave it to you and Charles Xavier, then.

[gargoyle_of_red]

...What do you mean by that?

[coinmover]

Let us just say that I am a pessimist.

[gargoyle_of_red]

You don't like humans? What makes you so different from them?

[coinmover]

Surely you have found by now that humans hate and fear those who they do not understand. Oh, not all of them, I admit. But it is a distressingly common trait, and it drives them to violence again and again against those with the power to protect them. It is less that I dislike the species, and more that they dislike me.

Where I come from, they call people like me mutants.

[gargoyle_of_red]

But that isn't fair to you. You're just trying your best to help them...

[At least he thinks Erik is trying]

I just wish we could all work together, no matter what or who we are.

[coinmover]

A noble wish. A shame reality seldom lives up to it.