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Post by Matthew on Feb 17, 2007 14:41:20 GMT -5
"So I asked myself," said a voice from the staircover, "Why would two elderly gentlemen be on the roof of an abandoned hotel, lurking in the dark, watching Daddy and his children talk about the past, and then the stars told me that they could only be up to no good, and I should ask them nicely to come down the stairs before I threw them down.""Drusilla!" two voices exclaimed as one.
"Ooo, a lady does like to be remembered, even in these trying circumstances," Drusilla purred,"and it does save a lot of muss and bother if you both remember what happened the last time you tried to do what I didn't want you to do, so scurry, scurry, codgers, and don't forget your canes" (Giles and Ethan both snorted at her implications of them being elderly and feeble, but neither felt inclined to make an issue of her superior strength just that minute).
She moved out of the shadows, and they saw her eyes flash yellow for a brief moment; playfully, whimsically."Let's go down the outside stairs, gentlemen," she said, pointing at the fire escape with one elegently manicured finger, " you first, please, you silly mage, and then the watcher; and leave all your toys right here on the roof."
Ethan reached into his pocket and started chanting under his breath, but Giles grabbed his wrist in a bone-breaking grip and clapped a hand over his mouth, hissing in his ear "She could rip your throat out before you could scream: she isn't interested in killing us, right now; let's see what she wants."
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 17, 2007 14:50:28 GMT -5
"So I asked myself," said a voice from the staircover, "Why would two elderly gentlemen be on the roof of an abandoned hotel, lurking in the dark, watching Daddy and his children talk about the past, and then the stars told me that they could only be up to no good, and I should ask them nicely to come down the stairs before I threw them down.""Drusilla!" two voices exclaimed as one.
"Ooo, a lady does like to be remembered, even in these trying circumstances," Drusilla purred,"and it does save a lot of muss and bother if you both remember what happened the last time you tried to do what I didn't want you to do, so scurry, scurry, codgers, and don't forget your canes" (Giles and Ethan both snorted at her implications of them being elderly and feeble, but neither felt inclined to make an issue of her superior strength just that minute).
She moved out of the shadows, and they saw her eyes flash yellow for a brief moment; playfully, whimsically."Let's go down the outside stairs, gentlemen," she said, pointing at the fire escape with one elegently manicured finger, " you first, please, you silly mage, and then the watcher; and leave all your toys right here on the roof."
Ethan reached into his pocket and started chanting under his breath, but Giles grabbed his wrist in a bone-breaking grip and clapped a hand over his mouth, hissing in his ear "She could rip your throat out before you could scream: she isn't interested in killing us, right now; let's see what she wants."
Snippets of an argulent rose to meet them as they started down the steel ladder:"... so you're like Kai on Lexx..would anyone want you to have more power, any... do you mean we're still under contract... coven says that the mirror isn't meant... or more like Frye... you sods sound like a flock of..."
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 17, 2007 15:01:35 GMT -5
"So I asked myself," said a voice from the staircover, "Why would two elderly gentlemen be on the roof of an abandoned hotel, lurking in the dark, watching Daddy and his children talk about the past, and then the stars told me that they could only be up to no good, and I should ask them nicely to come down the stairs before I threw them down."
"Drusilla!" two voices exclaimed as one.
"Ooo, a lady does like to be remembered, even in these trying circumstances," Drusilla purred,"and it does save a lot of muss and bother if you both remember what happened the last time you tried to do what I didn't want you to do, so scurry, scurry, codgers, and don't forget your canes" (Giles and Ethan both snorted at her implications of them being elderly and feeble, but neither felt inclined to make an issue of her superior strength just that minute).
She moved out of the shadows, and they saw her eyes flash yellow for a brief moment; playfully, whimsically."Let's go down the outside stairs, gentlemen," she said, pointing at the fire escape with one elegently manicured finger, " you first, please, you silly mage, and then the watcher; and leave all your toys right here on the roof."
Ethan reached into his pocket and started chanting under his breath, but Giles grabbed his wrist in a bone-breaking grip and clapped a hand over his mouth, hissing in his ear "She could rip your throat out before you could scream: she isn't interested in killing us, right now; let's see what she wants."
Snippets of an argulent rose to meet them as they started down the steel ladder:"... so you're like Kai on Lexx..would anyone want you to have more power, any... do you mean we're still under contract... coven says that the mirror isn't meant... or more like Frye... you sods sound like a flock of..."
When they were almost to the bottom, Giles' foot slipped, which caused Ethan and him to fall the rest of the way and land in an undignified, discombobulated heap on the ground.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 17, 2007 15:37:36 GMT -5
"So I asked myself," said a voice from the staircover, "Why would two elderly gentlemen be on the roof of an abandoned hotel, lurking in the dark, watching Daddy and his children talk about the past, and then the stars told me that they could only be up to no good, and I should ask them nicely to come down the stairs before I threw them down."
"Drusilla!" two voices exclaimed as one.
"Ooo, a lady does like to be remembered, even in these trying circumstances," Drusilla purred,"and it does save a lot of muss and bother if you both remember what happened the last time you tried to do what I didn't want you to do, so scurry, scurry, codgers, and don't forget your canes" (Giles and Ethan both snorted at her implications of them being elderly and feeble, but neither felt inclined to make an issue of her superior strength just that minute).
She moved out of the shadows, and they saw her eyes flash yellow for a brief moment; playfully, whimsically."Let's go down the outside stairs, gentlemen," she said, pointing at the fire escape with one elegently manicured finger, " you first, please, you silly mage, and then the watcher; and leave all your toys right here on the roof."
Ethan reached into his pocket and started chanting under his breath, but Giles grabbed his wrist in a bone-breaking grip and clapped a hand over his mouth, hissing in his ear "She could rip your throat out before you could scream: she isn't interested in killing us, right now; let's see what she wants."
Snippets of an argulent rose to meet them as they started down the steel ladder:"... so you're like Kai on Lexx..would anyone want you to have more power, any... do you mean we're still under contract... coven says that the mirror isn't meant... or more like Frye... you sods sound like a flock of..."
When they were almost to the bottom, Giles' foot slipped, which caused Ethan and him to fall the rest of the way and land in an undignified, discombobulated heap on the ground. Just as Faith strolled around the corner, saying "What is this, old home week?".
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Post by Queen E on Feb 17, 2007 15:45:18 GMT -5
"So I asked myself," said a voice from the staircover, "Why would two elderly gentlemen be on the roof of an abandoned hotel, lurking in the dark, watching Daddy and his children talk about the past, and then the stars told me that they could only be up to no good, and I should ask them nicely to come down the stairs before I threw them down."
"Drusilla!" two voices exclaimed as one.
"Ooo, a lady does like to be remembered, even in these trying circumstances," Drusilla purred,"and it does save a lot of muss and bother if you both remember what happened the last time you tried to do what I didn't want you to do, so scurry, scurry, codgers, and don't forget your canes" (Giles and Ethan both snorted at her implications of them being elderly and feeble, but neither felt inclined to make an issue of her superior strength just that minute).
She moved out of the shadows, and they saw her eyes flash yellow for a brief moment; playfully, whimsically."Let's go down the outside stairs, gentlemen," she said, pointing at the fire escape with one elegently manicured finger, " you first, please, you silly mage, and then the watcher; and leave all your toys right here on the roof."
Ethan reached into his pocket and started chanting under his breath, but Giles grabbed his wrist in a bone-breaking grip and clapped a hand over his mouth, hissing in his ear "She could rip your throat out before you could scream: she isn't interested in killing us, right now; let's see what she wants."
Snippets of an argulent rose to meet them as they started down the steel ladder:"... so you're like Kai on Lexx..would anyone want you to have more power, any... do you mean we're still under contract... coven says that the mirror isn't meant... or more like Frye... you sods sound like a flock of..."
When they were almost to the bottom, Giles' foot slipped, which caused Ethan and him to fall the rest of the way and land in an undignified, discombobulated heap on the ground. Just as Faith strolled around the corner, saying "What is this, old home week?".
"Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, than continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 17, 2007 16:11:44 GMT -5
"So I asked myself," said a voice from the staircover, "Why would two elderly gentlemen be on the roof of an abandoned hotel, lurking in the dark, watching Daddy and his children talk about the past, and then the stars told me that they could only be up to no good, and I should ask them nicely to come down the stairs before I threw them down."
"Drusilla!" two voices exclaimed as one.
"Ooo, a lady does like to be remembered, even in these trying circumstances," Drusilla purred,"and it does save a lot of muss and bother if you both remember what happened the last time you tried to do what I didn't want you to do, so scurry, scurry, codgers, and don't forget your canes" (Giles and Ethan both snorted at her implications of them being elderly and feeble, but neither felt inclined to make an issue of her superior strength just that minute).
She moved out of the shadows, and they saw her eyes flash yellow for a brief moment; playfully, whimsically."Let's go down the outside stairs, gentlemen," she said, pointing at the fire escape with one elegently manicured finger, " you first, please, you silly mage, and then the watcher; and leave all your toys right here on the roof."
Ethan reached into his pocket and started chanting under his breath, but Giles grabbed his wrist in a bone-breaking grip and clapped a hand over his mouth, hissing in his ear "She could rip your throat out before you could scream: she isn't interested in killing us, right now; let's see what she wants."
Snippets of an argulent rose to meet them as they started down the steel ladder:"... so you're like Kai on Lexx..would anyone want you to have more power, any... do you mean we're still under contract... coven says that the mirror isn't meant... or more like Frye... you sods sound like a flock of..."
When they were almost to the bottom, Giles' foot slipped, which caused Ethan and him to fall the rest of the way and land in an undignified, discombobulated heap on the ground. Just as Faith strolled around the corner, saying "What is this, old home week?".
"Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, than continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 17, 2007 16:18:29 GMT -5
"So I asked myself," said a voice from the staircover, "Why would two elderly gentlemen be on the roof of an abandoned hotel, lurking in the dark, watching Daddy and his children talk about the past, and then the stars told me that they could only be up to no good, and I should ask them nicely to come down the stairs before I threw them down."
"Drusilla!" two voices exclaimed as one.
"Ooo, a lady does like to be remembered, even in these trying circumstances," Drusilla purred,"and it does save a lot of muss and bother if you both remember what happened the last time you tried to do what I didn't want you to do, so scurry, scurry, codgers, and don't forget your canes" (Giles and Ethan both snorted at her implications of them being elderly and feeble, but neither felt inclined to make an issue of her superior strength just that minute).
She moved out of the shadows, and they saw her eyes flash yellow for a brief moment; playfully, whimsically."Let's go down the outside stairs, gentlemen," she said, pointing at the fire escape with one elegently manicured finger, " you first, please, you silly mage, and then the watcher; and leave all your toys right here on the roof."
Ethan reached into his pocket and started chanting under his breath, but Giles grabbed his wrist in a bone-breaking grip and clapped a hand over his mouth, hissing in his ear "She could rip your throat out before you could scream: she isn't interested in killing us, right now; let's see what she wants."
Snippets of an argulent rose to meet them as they started down the steel ladder:"... so you're like Kai on Lexx..would anyone want you to have more power, any... do you mean we're still under contract... coven says that the mirror isn't meant... or more like Frye... you sods sound like a flock of..."
When they were almost to the bottom, Giles' foot slipped, which caused Ethan and him to fall the rest of the way and land in an undignified, discombobulated heap on the ground.
"Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, than continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
"Bad guisers," Drusilla scolded "how can anyone think you can be the big, bad, bombers if you can't even walk down a ladder!"
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Post by Sue on Feb 17, 2007 18:06:50 GMT -5
"Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, then continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
"Bad guisers," Drusilla scolded "how can anyone think you can be the big, bad, bombers if you can't even walk down a ladder!"
"Wait, wait!" Andrew yelled, "We can't discuss any prophecies until everyone is here and even though Angel, Illyria, Wes, Spike, Willow, Xander, Faith, Ethan, Giles, Drusilla and myself are all here we are still missing someone very important in the ever-vigilant fight against the dark forces of the universe!"
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 17, 2007 18:15:43 GMT -5
"Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, then continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
"Bad guisers," Drusilla scolded "how can anyone think you can be the big, bad, bombers if you can't even walk down a ladder!"
"Wait, wait!" Andrew yelled, "We can't discuss any prophecies until everyone is here and even though Angel, Illyria, Wes, Spike, Willow, Xander, Faith, Ethan, Giles, Drusilla and myself are all here we are still missing someone very important in the ever-vigilant fight against the dark forces of the universe!"
"Andrew" Xander and Spike yelled, simultaneously; Spike looked abashed as Xander continued, "We now have the word bomb in play, so I think we need to deal with that first...also with the whole matter of Drusilla" and his voice rose to a squeak at her name.
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Post by Karen on Feb 17, 2007 18:35:22 GMT -5
Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, then continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
"Bad guisers," Drusilla scolded "how can anyone think you can be the big, bad, bombers if you can't even walk down a ladder!"
"Wait, wait!" Andrew yelled, "We can't discuss any prophecies until everyone is here and even though Angel, Illyria, Wes, Spike, Willow, Xander, Faith, Ethan, Giles, Drusilla and myself are all here we are still missing someone very important in the ever-vigilant fight against the dark forces of the universe!"[/color]
"Andrew" Xander and Spike yelled, simultaneously; Spike looked abashed as Xander continued, "We now have the word bomb in play, so I think we need to deal with that first...also with the whole matter of Drusilla" and his voice rose to a squeak at her name.
Drusilla turned to look at Xander, with a face that she could still read, but the poem had changed - just as the boy had.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 17, 2007 19:21:14 GMT -5
Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, then continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
"Bad guisers," Drusilla scolded "how can anyone think you can be the big, bad, bombers if you can't even walk down a ladder!"
"Wait, wait!" Andrew yelled, "We can't discuss any prophecies until everyone is here and even though Angel, Illyria, Wes, Spike, Willow, Xander, Faith, Ethan, Giles, Drusilla and myself are all here we are still missing someone very important in the ever-vigilant fight against the dark forces of the universe!"
"Andrew" Xander and Spike yelled, simultaneously; Spike looked abashed as Xander continued, "We now have the word bomb in play, so I think we need to deal with that first...also with the whole matter of Drusilla" and his voice rose to a squeak at her name.
Drusilla turned to look at Xander, with a face that she could still read, but the poem had changed - just as the boy had. "Why, my shiny kitten has turned into a big lion, now," Drusilla purred, and fluttered long eyelashes over eyes still sparking gold "maybe that's why the jealous guisers wish to snuff you with a bomb" snapping her fingers on the word so that the air, for a moment, seemed to explode in flame.
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 17, 2007 19:29:07 GMT -5
Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, then continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
"Bad guisers," Drusilla scolded "how can anyone think you can be the big, bad, bombers if you can't even walk down a ladder!"
"Wait, wait!" Andrew yelled, "We can't discuss any prophecies until everyone is here and even though Angel, Illyria, Wes, Spike, Willow, Xander, Faith, Ethan, Giles, Drusilla and myself are all here we are still missing someone very important in the ever-vigilant fight against the dark forces of the universe!"
"Andrew" Xander and Spike yelled, simultaneously; Spike looked abashed as Xander continued, "We now have the word bomb in play, so I think we need to deal with that first...also with the whole matter of Drusilla" and his voice rose to a squeak at her name.
Drusilla turned to look at Xander, with a face that she could still read, but the poem had changed - just as the boy had. "Why, my shiny kitten has turned into a big lion, now," Drusilla purred, and fluttered long eyelashes over eyes still sparking gold "maybe that's why the jealous guisers wish to snuff you with a bomb" snapping her fingers on the word so that the air, for a moment, seemed to explode in flame.
Illyria, head cocked, was watching this exchange with extreme curiosity.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 17, 2007 20:12:13 GMT -5
Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, then continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
"Bad guisers," Drusilla scolded "how can anyone think you can be the big, bad, bombers if you can't even walk down a ladder!"
"Wait, wait!" Andrew yelled, "We can't discuss any prophecies until everyone is here and even though Angel, Illyria, Wes, Spike, Willow, Xander, Faith, Ethan, Giles, Drusilla and myself are all here we are still missing someone very important in the ever-vigilant fight against the dark forces of the universe!"
"Andrew" Xander and Spike yelled, simultaneously; Spike looked abashed as Xander continued, "We now have the word bomb in play, so I think we need to deal with that first...also with the whole matter of Drusilla" and his voice rose to a squeak at her name.
Drusilla turned to look at Xander, with a face that she could still read, but the poem had changed - just as the boy had. "Why, my shiny kitten has turned into a big lion, now," Drusilla purred, and fluttered long eyelashes over eyes still sparking gold "maybe that's why the jealous guisers wish to snuff you with a bomb" snapping her fingers on the word so that the air, for a moment, seemed to explode in flame. Illyria, head cocked, was watching this exchange with extreme curiosity. "Who is this half-breed, and why has she brought these two mages to my presence; Wesley is the only magic-worker I need."
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Post by Karen on Feb 17, 2007 21:13:11 GMT -5
Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, then continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
"Bad guisers," Drusilla scolded "how can anyone think you can be the big, bad, bombers if you can't even walk down a ladder!"
"Wait, wait!" Andrew yelled, "We can't discuss any prophecies until everyone is here and even though Angel, Illyria, Wes, Spike, Willow, Xander, Faith, Ethan, Giles, Drusilla and myself are all here we are still missing someone very important in the ever-vigilant fight against the dark forces of the universe!"
"Andrew" Xander and Spike yelled, simultaneously; Spike looked abashed as Xander continued, "We now have the word bomb in play, so I think we need to deal with that first...also with the whole matter of Drusilla" and his voice rose to a squeak at her name.
Drusilla turned to look at Xander, with a face that she could still read, but the poem had changed - just as the boy had.
"Why, my shiny kitten has turned into a big lion, now," Drusilla purred, and fluttered long eyelashes over eyes still sparking gold "maybe that's why the jealous guisers wish to snuff you with a bomb" snapping her fingers on the word so that the air, for a moment, seemed to explode in flame. Illyria, head cocked, was watching this exchange with extreme curiosity. "Who is this half-breed, and why has she brought these two mages to my presence; Wesley is the only magic-worker I need."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Illyria, my dear, but if we are to defeat the one who now controls the power of the Mirror, we need to join forces with Ethan and Giles - or", turning his attention to Giles, "should we call you, Ripper?"
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 17, 2007 22:02:52 GMT -5
Obviously something is calling us all here," Wes said, then continued with a smile, "or maybe none of us have anything better to do."
"Well, if I recall, one of you said something about a prophecy. Perhaps there's something to that," Giles said, slowly disentangling himself from Ethan and standing up.
"Bad guisers," Drusilla scolded "how can anyone think you can be the big, bad, bombers if you can't even walk down a ladder!"
"Wait, wait!" Andrew yelled, "We can't discuss any prophecies until everyone is here and even though Angel, Illyria, Wes, Spike, Willow, Xander, Faith, Ethan, Giles, Drusilla and myself are all here we are still missing someone very important in the ever-vigilant fight against the dark forces of the universe!"
"Andrew" Xander and Spike yelled, simultaneously; Spike looked abashed as Xander continued, "We now have the word bomb in play, so I think we need to deal with that first...also with the whole matter of Drusilla" and his voice rose to a squeak at her name.
Drusilla turned to look at Xander, with a face that she could still read, but the poem had changed - just as the boy had.
"Why, my shiny kitten has turned into a big lion, now," Drusilla purred, and fluttered long eyelashes over eyes still sparking gold "maybe that's why the jealous guisers wish to snuff you with a bomb" snapping her fingers on the word so that the air, for a moment, seemed to explode in flame. Illyria, head cocked, was watching this exchange with extreme curiosity. "Who is this half-breed, and why has she brought these two mages to my presence; Wesley is the only magic-worker I need."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Illyria, my dear, but if we are to defeat the one who now controls the power of the Mirror, we need to join forces with Ethan and Giles - or", turning his attention to Giles, "should we call you, Ripper?"
"Bomb, Wesley, the scary vampire lady said bomb," Xander's voice had returned to a manly baritone, but he grew louder with each word, "and I for one want to know why Giles is even talking to that creep Ethan Rayne let alone having a bomb to throw at us!"
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