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Uncomfortable conversation [26 Feb 2005|09:12pm]

We walk in silence up to the room we share, the bigger picture seems to be coming together but the smaller details are falling apart. Xander reaches past me to open the door for me and as I walk in I'm aware he's not looking me in the eyes.

I take off the light jacket I'd been wearing on the recon tour and hang it on the back of one of the chairs.

"So what was that all about?" I ask, looking up at him.
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Rallying the troops [26 Feb 2005|12:23pm]

[ mood | calm ]

Was bloody surprised to see a semi-thought out plan from the Ponce, but I guess it had to happen sooner or later. Still, need to gather everyone. Weed out the unwanted and keep the strongest. I walk up to my boy.

"Gather everyone. There's goin' to be a fight," I say, smiling.

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Dead but not Gone [25 Feb 2005|07:22pm]

[ mood | frustrated ]

Ethan has been sleeping fitfully for several days now. The power backlash from the spell has really done a number on him. I can sense his own chaotic magicks struggling to break free, to add to the madness.

I risk leaving him as he calms down into a more peaceful sleep.

I quietly slip out of the room and carefully close the door so as not to wake him. I sigh as the latch soundlessly moves into place. Turning, I release a most unmanly scream upon finding someone standing less than a foot from me.

Angel... and he's smirking.

Glaring at the vampire, I demand, "Angel, what do you want?"

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[25 Feb 2005|02:31pm]

I've been resting today, after a hard day's patrolling yesterday. I'm hopinh to speak to Giles and Xander later about getting some more Slayers on the team. That's long overdue. We have good people here, powerful people... but the numbers we have, compared to what Drusilla can field, we're a joke. A bit player in this game, and we can't afford to be that. Because I've not lost sight of the fact that when we've dealt with this new power - if we deal with it - there's going to be a reckoning amongst those that are left.

For now, I'm in the mood for some training. I shower, dress and go downstairs, grab a glass of blood from the 'fridge, and head down to the basement. Illyria is already there, and spins round to face me as I push the door open. Good. I could do with a good, strong, sparring partner right now. She has... some sort of air about her just now... despite myself I bow slightly in her presence.

"Illyria. Good to see you, your... godlikeness."
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Returning Gifts [23 Feb 2005|04:26pm]

[ mood | excited ]

To do this in Rupert’s room seems odd. This is powerful magicks and to be cast in the dreary remains of a second rate hotel. It’ll have to do. Her magnificence stands between Rupert and I. The Freudian equalizer, the oddly shaped gun, rests firmly in Rupert’s capable hands. I can feel the energies captive inside and wonder if he can sense them as well. He used to be able to feel such things. She will be nearly unstoppable… nearly. I can’t help my sly grin as my hand in my pocket crushes the small vile of oils and natural essences, seeping within, burning into the skin of my palm, unseen by my companions. This ought to be fun.

“Just like old times, Ripper, my boy.”

He isn’t as amused as I am as my palm slips free from my jeans pocket and reaches out to press against the Old One’s chest. To my surprise, she watches unconcerned as I place my hand between her shapely armor shielded bosoms. I flash a grin to Ripper as I begin the spell. Within seconds, my hand begins to crackle and glow. I can only hope she doesn’t prevent the energies penetration. They will be the only thing keeping her, as well as everyone on the bloody continent, from oblivion.

“When you’re ready, luv.” I direct Rupert and hear the gun activate as he raises the barrel and takes aim at Illyria. I ready myself for the pain I know will come with the assault of powers returning to their host. I have no doubts this will hurt. But I'm always in search of new forms of pain, all tastes of pleasure.

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Preparation for battle [23 Feb 2005|09:05pm]

[ mood | excited ]

Not long now. We're all fighting fit, ready for battle. Vi seems to be getting back into shape after her ordeal, and Nhamo Harris looks like she's a real firecracker. Hoping to talk to Giles soon about getting some more Slayers on the team. There's a real sense of expectation at the Hype, people are itching to actually get moving. No-one more so than me.

First, I need another talk with the other half of our dubious alliance - my disreputable family. My bike roars its way along the empty roads between the Hype and Dru's mansion in the Hollywood Hills. Not too many Oriki around these parts. Between our patrols and the vampires' nightly prowlings, we seem to have these areas more or less under control. If you count an area being overrun with bloodsucking fiends as 'under control'.

I arrive at the mansion, the sound of the engines announcing my arrival. I park the bike and walk through the front door. A few vamps wandering around, and I ask after the mistress of the house and her childer. One of them absently points me towards the garden, and I head through the kitchen and the family room and through the sliding glass door to the garden.

Garrison is there, sparring with a tall redhead female vamp. She has good moves, but Garrison is stronger and quicker now, and a few seconds after my arrival he tosses her over his shoulder into the pool. As she pulls herself out, cursing, Garrison, senseing my presence, turns round.

"Nice moves." I say.

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[17 Feb 2005|06:16pm]

I wake slowly, aware that someone else is in the room but I’m not worried. Somehow I know I’m safe, maybe not for long, but right now, right here, nothing can get to me. Maybe that’s why I’m happy to stay like this, half-asleep. Maybe I know that as soon as I wake up I’ll have to face the real dangers of the world again.

And just like that I’m fully awake. Damn. I sit up, ignoring my protesting muscles, and stretch out slowly. Nhamo, or whatever it is that’s doing such a great job of pretending to be her, is sitting cross-legged on the bed surrounded by books and papers. She’s chewing a pencil as she leafs through them and taking notes in that strange handwriting of hers.

“Morning. How long was I asleep for?”
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News from the Feminine Sect [16 Feb 2005|02:20pm]

[ mood | nostalgic ]

It was nice, just being in his arms… dozing off into dreams of better days. At times I feel I could stay that way forever.

My cycle putters as I lean through turns, the tire skidding across the loose gravel of broken pavement. I pull it out, enjoying the chaos texture beneath me. We used to do this together, Ripper and I. We will again.

I pull the cycle into the shadows and park it beside a dumpster, whispering a barrier enchantment to keep it from being nicked.

Too much messing about my mind with my Rupert needing help and my beautiful flat mate ill. For once in my life, a shimmering moment in which I could capture Rupert’s gratitude and I hesitate.

This Old One, blue bird… not sure it’s a right choice, giving back her talons. What assurance have we that she’ll play the cards we deal her? I need to find a way to keep her in line, if such a thing is even possible.

But my thoughts shift to Lilah. She might need a hand so I teleport to her floor but decide to give her some privacy, knocking before entering.

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Out Of Africa, Into Bureaucratic Hell... [13 Feb 2005|04:19pm]

"So explain to me once more, you came here because..."

I sigh and look around, I always knew this was going to be difficult but I never realised before how annoying bureaucrats could be. It's taken me nearly a month to get this far, sneaking back into the apartment complex in Gweru, getting my passport and documents and getting on a flight bound for the States.

I could have made this easy for myself, I could have used my contacts at the Embassy, or even called on the new Council to aid me, but the thought of being beholden to anyone - let alone them - makes my skin crawl.

"As I've said, I'm here visiting friends."

"So how come no one came to meet you?"

"Because I was planning to surprise them." I've had enough of this, "Look, you have all my documents, you've confirmed they're valid so why is this a problem?"

"Well, the thing is..."

I roll my eyes a little as this little man explains the new regulations for letting foreign nationals into the country. This would have been so much simpler if I'd just bought a return ticket.

"Look." He looks upset by the interruption but I really don't care. "I don't know why he's not answered his cell phone, maybe he's lost it or something. Why don't I call the place he's staying?" I was hoping to avoid that since I know the customs officials will be listening in to anything I say. If I could guarantee who would pick up it wouldn't be a problem but since I can't all I can do is hope nothing incriminating is said.

The petty little man nods and asks for the number, seemingly he doesn't trust me to dial it by myself. His eyebrows shoot up as he sees it's an LA number but I just smile sweetly at him. He shrugs and dials, handing me the receiver.

I listen as the connection is made, please let Xander be there
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[11 Feb 2005|07:27pm]

Everyday my patience grows thinner asnd I become weary of the humans. I want to be away from them, to smell the death and decay as it spreads. My legion knew no boundaries and yet I am now stifled by them in every way.

The bookman has the weapon that the vampire and Wesley used to make me weak. I am done waiting for him to come to me as is his duty. He last made the excuse of needing a powerful witch to fortify the shell and that the girl was gone. But there is another. I feel it...power bending the walls and bleeding through realities.

I climb the stairs to his room and turn the knob.

"Rupert," I eye him curiously as he lies in an intimate embrace with another, the one I feel. "You have something of mine."
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Visiting the sick [11 Feb 2005|10:26pm]

I put down the phone, and down the remainder of my glass of blood. Lilah's sick. I've spoken to her several times since we last met a month ago, but I've not been round. She's had Ethan round there, of course. Funny, it never bothered me when Asher was there, I guess I always saw him as inconsequential, a minion she happened to share a bed with. Somehow seems different with Ethan. I guess maybe we've both needed a break from each other.

Vi finally came out of her Orpheus trip earlier today... Xander had been in a trance with her, sharing her dream, five days solid. Don't really know how yet, but he managed to pull her out... or she managed to pull out, probably with his help. She's physically OK, but not sure just what her mental state's like right now. But I'm off trance-sitting duty now, so able to call and visit Lilah.

I ride through the streets towards her apartment. This area is reasonably demon-free right now... our more-organised patrolling regime has been having some effect, and there's a bit more territory we can more or less call our own. Still, I'd rather be on the bike than on foot just for a social call like this.

I arrive at the block and park the bike. I wonder whether Ethan will be in. I decide to go in the old-fashioned way this time, so I walk up the stairs and knock on the door. I wait a while, and am about to knock again, when the door opens, revealing a tired, haggard-looking Lilah, dressed in a nightie and dressing-gown. She doesn't look too great.

"Hey, Lilah. Are you OK?" I ask, concerned.
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Drowing in Memories [10 Feb 2005|07:04pm]

[ mood | restless ]

Illyria grows restless in her wait for the return of her powers. I have retrieved the mechanism that is housing them from Angel, who was only too happy to hand it over. Sadly, I do not have the power that it takes to return them to her in a manner that will not cause the same problems to repeat themselves. Namely, I cannot strengthen her shell while the power is being restored to her.

So I am doing what I always do... I research.

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Sharing Information [06 Feb 2005|04:39pm]

[ mood | curious ]

Setting aside the book that I had been pointless looking through, I decided to see if Xander is in his room. To say that his return to the hotel was a surprise would be more than appropriate. I am anxious to find out where he has been all of this time, and if he's discovered anything more on his "magick allergy".

Walking down the stairs, I head down the hall towards the room I remember Xander having used in the past. No one responded on my last attempt to see him, so hopefully this is the correct room.

As I knock, I call out, "Xander, it's Giles, are you there?"

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Note left on whiteboard [29 Jan 2005|10:05pm]

Giles, Angel - we need to talk. Come find me - I'll be in or near my room. If I'm not around look for Oz.

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Highs and Lows [29 Jan 2005|06:50pm]

He left me. He fucking left me here! No worse than that, he fucked me then left me here.

Weird, I feel like I'm floating outside my body right now but I know everything that's happening to me. I'm in the street, practically naked, bleeding from the wound on my neck. I'm officially screwed.
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Into oblivion [29 Jan 2005|03:40pm]

This is degrading. How come I ended up like this? I'm a junkie. I'm a fucking junkie.

Momma would be so proud.

If I don't take anything then the power in me makes me feel like I'm about to explode - it scares me. Taking something makes me forget that. Makes me forget who I am.

I let the door of the dive swing closed and breathe a sigh of relief to be out of there, away from the lowlifes. Oh, who am I kidding I'm one of those lowlifes now.

I walk round the corner and make sure there's no one, or nothing around. My hands are shaking as I open the bag and take a hit.

I can feel my eyes flicker back in my head as it works it's way into my bloodstream. There's still something there, something not quite right, and I wonder what Bob's using to cut this with. I take a shuddering breath, it's not done me any harm yet so I don't really care.

Off in the distance I can see a shadowy figure, wearing black. No wait, wearing a preacher's shirt and dog collar. He's grinning. I know him. Or I did.

I blink as my head starts to spin, and push away from the wall I'm leaning on. He's gone. I walk out into the street, I should head to the hotel before anything happens.
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[26 Jan 2005|05:10pm]

[ mood | curious ]

Angel and I walk into my room and I all but collapse on my bed, sighing in relief. I hadn't realized how much pain I'd be in when I agreed to go to that meeting. Of course, I also hadn't realized it would take quite as long as it did. Or that Angel and I would find Connor and Xander in the kitchen afterward.

I look up at Angel, take in the concerned look on his face and sigh again. "I'm fine. Really. I'm just tired. It hurts, you know? My ribs and stuff. I'm healing though. Faster than a normal person would."

I scoot back gently and lean against the headboard, stretching my legs out. There, I think, much better. I look back at Angel and smile softly. "So ... sit, pace, whatever you want. And while you're at it, tell me what you've been up to lately. Seems neither one of us has been around much."

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[26 Jan 2005|07:55pm]

Night has fallen, and I walk slowly but purposefully up the drive leading to Drusilla's mansion. Drusilla's stars are particularly bright tonight, and the moon bright, rich and full. Owls hoot, and the whole place seems drenched in a feeling of darkness, power and mystery.

I'm here to talk battle, but I also feel strangely drawn to the place... to her... some part of me, the demon no doubt, but... it doesn't feel like Angelus talking.

It's been a long time, and coming back here puts me in a strange mood, a kind of dark, wistful longing.

I shake myself as I enter the mansion. A few vampires are milling around, but I don't stop to ask them. I pause, feeling for her in a way that I've got out of the habit of, and head up towards her bedroom.

I knock, but there is no reply. The door creaks open at my touch, and I walk in. She is in bed with Garisson, both of them sound asleep. The smell of fresh kill is upon him, he reeks of human blood. I recoil with a mixture of disgust and desire.

There's a wine-bottle on her dresser. As I pass it, I feel a strange sensation that seems to emanate from it.. a feeling of... some sort of power. Not strong, but unmistakeable. With a start, I realise I've felt this before, when Ethan came in with that paper bag he gave to her... I'll have to ask Drusilla about that later.

Can't really wait for her to awaken. I go up to her and shake her gently.

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Gentlemanly caller. [25 Jan 2005|08:10pm]

[ mood | curious ]

Uncertainty is intriguing and thusly, addictive. Like the uncertainty of how my former benefactor will take to me returning to her nest. I am drawn in to that particular madness only she offers. So I stand outside her mansion, just beyond the mystic barrier I conceived for her, contemplating.

I wonder if her darling boy Spike is home. If so, I am risking far worse than a simple drop in for tea. Then again, tea was never Drusilla’s drink. She prefers warm, thick, ruby wine… the kind not born from grapes. The thought of her fangs buried within my flesh sends a shiver through me and inspires my magicks to swarm around.

In a burst of light, I vaporize from the street to appear in her bed chamber.

She is not alone, a fact coming stiffly swift to my notice from the grunts and moans and growls as a muscle bound body writhes above her and beneath the sheer sheets blanketing her bed. Lord, what sensual beasts these blood feasters be. Some day I’ll know how their passions burn.

“Room for one more, luv?” I say in my lowest, most sultry tone.

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A Sort Of Homecoming [25 Jan 2005|09:48pm]

Connor insists on going into the hotel through the kitchen, feels like he's taking this whole caution thing a little too seriously but hey, he's got the lead here.

Feels odd to be back here, it's not home - I doubt I'll ever be able to say that about any place - but it's somewhere I need to be right now. Connor opens the door silently and signals for me to follow him inside. It's dark but my vision adjusts pretty quickly. I step through the door and something makes my skin crawl - magick. Strange how it's not making me ill this time, I just know it's there. Great, one more piece to the puzzle but it's still nowhere near making sense.

As soon as we're inside the itchy-skin feeling stops and I look around. The old place really hasn't changed much in all the time I've been away. Why did I ever leave in the first place? Trying to make a difference? Trying to find out what was going on? Look where it got me - unconscious in a hospital 90 miles away. Won't be trying that again any time soon anyway.

Connor moves stealthily across the room and stops just before the door. I try to follow just as quietly but he puts me to shame and I wince at every footfall. He holds his fingers to his lips and I can hear voices on the other side. I grin as I realize what it is - another meeting. Wonder if anything will actually come from this one?

The kid looks unsure, not knowing what to do and I guess he's got serious issues here that he doesn't want to air in a room full of people. Fair enough. I tap him on the shoulder and jerk my thumb behind me. We may as well sit out the meeting, track record kinda implies it'll either break up soon with everyone pissed or they'll come up with a new brilliant plan that'll fall at the first hurdle.

We sit in silence for a while, listening to the voices in the next room, sounds like the whole gang's here for a change. Eventually it sounds like they've come to a decision, or maybe just a stalemate, either way people start to drift off and soon the room's almost as silent as the kitchen. I turn to Connor to suggest we head out and see who's still around when the door swings open.
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