A darkened room. The silhouette of a figure standing utterly still in the centre.
An eerie, whispery feminine voice.
"Close the door. Do not look. If you do, we cannot speak. And you must hear what I have to say..."
The visitor listens, keeping his eyes averted, resisting the temptation to look at the speaker.
And only when the speaker finishes, and he leaves and the door opens, do we see the figure is a Weeping Angel.
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Prompted by the thoughts over on Bigger On The Inside, about how clever/ingenious/actually stattable as monsters rather than an environmental hazard the Weeping Angels really are...
"In 'Blink' you can't talk to them, you can't fight them, either you're looking at them and they're stone or you blink and you're instantly sent back in time."
This changed with the rude radio chatter of Angel Bob, but the two-parter changed so much it didn't really feel like the same thing anyway...
So that got me thinking about a situation where a Weeping Angel wanted or needed to communicate. Not using someone else's voice and a comlink, but speaking directly to someone...
No idea why they'd need to, have to think about that one...
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