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Post by jeff on Feb 18, 2007 1:22:36 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!"
"You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question."
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 18, 2007 10:20:21 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!" "You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question." A moment later, a small sportscar pulled to the curb and the window rolled down; "Did someone call for a Slayer?", the driver said.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Feb 18, 2007 10:35:46 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!"
"You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question.
A moment later, a small sportscar pulled to the curb and the window rolled down; "Did someone call for a Slayer?", the driver said.
Faith's eyes glanced over the newcomer's tanned, golden girl good looks, stylish yet affordable wardrobe and shiny wheels with little of her old resentments visible, "They already have all the Slayer they need, Buffy."
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 18, 2007 11:52:14 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. 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!"
"You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question.
A moment later, a small sportscar pulled to the curb and the window rolled down; "Did someone call for a Slayer?", the driver said.
Faith's eyes glanced over the newcomer's tanned, golden girl good looks, stylish yet affordable wardrobe and shiny wheels with little of her old resentments visible, "They already have all the Slayer they need, Buffy."
"My slayer, though, is still dead," Xander's voice was full of sorrow, but the stepped forward and glared into Giles' face,"and you were there when she died."
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Post by Matthew on Feb 18, 2007 14:25:21 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!"
"You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question.
A moment later, a small sportscar pulled to the curb and the window rolled down; "Did someone call for a Slayer?", the driver said.
Faith's eyes glanced over the newcomer's tanned, golden girl good looks, stylish yet affordable wardrobe and shiny wheels with little of her old resentments visible, "They already have all the Slayer they need, Buffy."
"My slayer, though, is still dead," Xander's voice was full of sorrow, but the stepped forward and glared into Giles' face,"and you were there when she died."
Giles barely flinched, but didn't look away; "A watcher always loses his slayer: you saw me lose mine."
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 18, 2007 15:02:25 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!"
"You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question.
A moment later, a small sportscar pulled to the curb and the window rolled down; "Did someone call for a Slayer?", the driver said.
Faith's eyes glanced over the newcomer's tanned, golden girl good looks, stylish yet affordable wardrobe and shiny wheels with little of her old resentments visible, "They already have all the Slayer they need, Buffy."
"My slayer, though, is still dead," Xander's voice was full of sorrow, but the stepped forward and glared into Giles' face,"and you were there when she died." Giles barely flinched, but didn't look away; "A watcher always loses his slayer: you saw me lose mine."
There was a look of utter befuddlement on Buffy's face as she blurted out, "Xander's never had a slayer; he sent girls back from Africa, but he's never been a watcher to any of them!"
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Post by Matthew on Feb 18, 2007 15:23:28 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!"
"You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question.
A moment later, a small sportscar pulled to the curb and the window rolled down; "Did someone call for a Slayer?", the driver said.
Faith's eyes glanced over the newcomer's tanned, golden girl good looks, stylish yet affordable wardrobe and shiny wheels with little of her old resentments visible, "They already have all the Slayer they need, Buffy."
"My slayer, though, is still dead," Xander's voice was full of sorrow, but the stepped forward and glared into Giles' face,"and you were there when she died." Giles barely flinched, but didn't look away; "A watcher always loses his slayer: you saw me lose mine."
There was a look of utter befuddlement on Buffy's face as she blurted out, "Xander's never had a slayer; he sent girls back from Africa, but he's never been a watcher to any of them!"
Giles turned towards her, irritation and confusion lining his features: "Buffy, even though I've left the council, Xander had lost two slayers by the time I resigned; he'd just been cleared to take on a third, due to the lack of trained watchers."
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 18, 2007 15:48:50 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!"
"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!"
"You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question.
A moment later, a small sportscar pulled to the curb and the window rolled down; "Did someone call for a Slayer?", the driver said.
Faith's eyes glanced over the newcomer's tanned, golden girl good looks, stylish yet affordable wardrobe and shiny wheels with little of her old resentments visible, "They already have all the Slayer they need, Buffy."
"My slayer, though, is still dead," Xander's voice was full of sorrow, but the stepped forward and glared into Giles' face,"and you were there when she died." Giles barely flinched, but didn't look away; "A watcher always loses his slayer: you saw me lose mine."
There was a look of utter befuddlement on Buffy's face as she blurted out, "Xander's never had a slayer; he sent girls back from Africa, but he's never been a watcher to any of them!"
Giles turned towards her, irritation and confusion lining his features: "Buffy, even though I've left the council, Xander had lost two slayers by the time I resigned; he'd just been cleared to take on a third, due to the lack of trained watchers."
"Yet in my reality," Andrew said in his best Alistair Cookiemonster voice, "Xander came back from Africa after he found one very young Slayer, and she has never gone into the field; we're waiting for her to finsh kindergarten even now."
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 18, 2007 16:17:08 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!"
"You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question.
A moment later, a small sportscar pulled to the curb and the window rolled down; "Did someone call for a Slayer?", the driver said.
Faith's eyes glanced over the newcomer's tanned, golden girl good looks, stylish yet affordable wardrobe and shiny wheels with little of her old resentments visible, "They already have all the Slayer they need, Buffy."
"My slayer, though, is still dead," Xander's voice was full of sorrow, but the stepped forward and glared into Giles' face,"and you were there when she died." Giles barely flinched, but didn't look away; "A watcher always loses his slayer: you saw me lose mine."
There was a look of utter befuddlement on Buffy's face as she blurted out, "Xander's never had a slayer; he sent girls back from Africa, but he's never been a watcher to any of them!"
Giles turned towards her, irritation and confusion lining his features: "Buffy, even though I've left the council, Xander had lost two slayers by the time I resigned; he'd just been cleared to take on a third, due to the lack of trained watchers."
"Yet in my reality," Andrew said in his best Alistair Cookiemonster voice, "Xander came back from Africa after he found one very young Slayer, and she has never gone into the field; we're waiting for her to finsh kindergarten even now."
"What?" everyone else said in unison.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 18, 2007 16:26:40 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!"
"You dont have to worry about the bomb now, its not like we are going to set it off while standing 10 feet from it, as for why I am talking to Ethan, if you would check in with your slayer from time to time you might already know the answer to that question.
A moment later, a small sportscar pulled to the curb and the window rolled down; "Did someone call for a Slayer?", the driver said.
Faith's eyes glanced over the newcomer's tanned, golden girl good looks, stylish yet affordable wardrobe and shiny wheels with little of her old resentments visible, "They already have all the Slayer they need, Buffy."
"My slayer, though, is still dead," Xander's voice was full of sorrow, but the stepped forward and glared into Giles' face,"and you were there when she died." Giles barely flinched, but didn't look away; "A watcher always loses his slayer: you saw me lose mine."
There was a look of utter befuddlement on Buffy's face as she blurted out, "Xander's never had a slayer; he sent girls back from Africa, but he's never been a watcher to any of them!"
Giles turned towards her, irritation and confusion lining his features: "Buffy, even though I've left the council, Xander had lost two slayers by the time I resigned; he'd just been cleared to take on a third, due to the lack of trained watchers."
"Yet in my reality," Andrew said in his best Alistair Cookiemonster voice, "Xander came back from Africa after he found one very young Slayer, and she has never gone into the field; we're waiting for her to finsh kindergarten even now." "What?" everyone else said in unison.
"I believe the annoying young man's point is that we don't actually all belong in the same time and place," Ethan's voice came from half-way up the fire escape, the need for stealth falling second to his need to be the one with all the answers, "And Ripper and I were just going to take the opportunity to remove you from this reality and unmuddle the time-line, more or less, as well as taking the Mirror of Vir for ourselves."
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Post by jeff on Feb 18, 2007 17:53:50 GMT -5
"So if we are not in the correct reality, who, what, where, when, will someone explain what the hell is going on!" Xander said frustratingly
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Post by Queen E on Feb 18, 2007 18:05:19 GMT -5
"So if we are not in the correct reality, who, what, where, when, will someone explain what the hell is going on!" Xander said, frustrated.
"I believe, we just did," Giles said, one hand on the mirror; at that moment, all hell broke loose.
End Chapter 1
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 18, 2007 18:58:26 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
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Post by jeff on Feb 18, 2007 19:14:56 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion. Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
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Post by Lola m on Feb 19, 2007 8:42:51 GMT -5
Chapter 2
When the last bit of flying brick settled to the ground, Angel stood up and tried to find everyone who had been with him before the explosion.
Spike came through the smoke waving a hand in front of his face, "We really need to stop coming to this alley mate, nothing bloody good ever happens here."
"We'll it's not like I actually asked any of you to come along, so . . . hey!", Angel's irritated repsonse was cut short when, from behind him, a hand on his shoulder pushed him against the crumbling brick wall.
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