Harth stalks ( Read more... )

OOA: Bova explains his experiment and the results to Harth. There is much celebrating with chess!

I'm quite cross with Grandmummy. She's gone, and we were just beginning to have such fun.

But this is a sewer, I know that much. The world sounds different to me. It whispers such wicked lullabys.

Down came the rain and burned the spiders out.

The whole world is a grave, and it sings off key. But I hear the strongest chord. He's calling to me. He's ( Read more... )

[Elsewhere: Harth and House talk, and House gives Harth a terrible idea.]

Krycek did not get underground in time to beat the rain.

But.

He did manage to find refuge in one of the more intact buildings, deep in the city. A few droplets of rain had burned through the ceilings and dripped onto his body over the course of the night, which only caused pain upon pain upon pain. He shook them off before they could break the skin ( Read more... )

This is the meeting; that would be, Zuko got Hellboy to help set up outside-- there's no sight of rain, and bonfires are lit ( Read more... )

[Elsewhere: Harth and Wesker make a pickup.]

When Wesker passed House over once they were beneath the ground, Harth went whistling down the hall. Thail, where's Cameron? Once the dog gave him the answer he expected, he went to find her. He was singing softly-- his voice was a thin, sweet tenor-- caught before puberty finished with him, before ( Read more... )

Buffy locks the gate behind her one-handed; the other's busy with an apple. A fresh apple.

She doesn't eat it, though -- just starts walking into the night, turning it over in her hands.

Evil has to occasionally take a break.

Down in the pits, Harth lounges -- in a corner, a body cools (blonde, totally out of the eighties, kept crying for someone, had weird exploding powers. Huh. Whatever; she's still dead now). The dogs will drag it off eventually.

It's not -- technically -- Buffy's shift.

She's careful to shut the gate behind her. And instead of pulling out a stake, patrolling the streets, she finds an overturned crate by the mouth of an alley, and sits.

It's quiet.