The further adventures of The Big Bad and the Angry Smurf

[godking_no_more]

Who: Illyria, Spike, and eventually Tara and Willow.
Where: The Deeper Well and old timey England
When: see above.
What: Day tripping through time, rescuing damsels in distress.
(AKA : a continuation of this thread.)

She heard Spike sprinting to catch up, but she paid little attention to him. She was searching, half hanging over the rail of the

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[maclay_magicks]

Tara tried to pay closer attention to what was going on among them rather than the aches and pains of her own body as well we worrying about Willow. It seemed they knew exactly where they were going, which was a very good thing. She turned her neck enough to see the barely visible cave that Illyria pointed out as the Well.

Her eyes shifted between Illyria and Spike as they discussed their next course of action which apparently included the Gatekeeper. Wasn't that in "Ghostbusters"? The Gatekeeper and the Key Master? Tara shook out of that train of thought; whoever this Gatekeeper was, Spike didn't seem too happy to be dealing with him. Drogyn... name didn't sound overly familiar.

"You can l-let me down, please," Tara told Illyria. "So you can do what you n-need to do. And if I can lend any magical things your way, let me know." Even though she was pretty sure she was too weak at the moment to help magical-wise. It would hurt if she tried.. but if meant helping them get back home, Tara was willing to risk that.

She glanced over at Willow, hoping she was okay. There had been little time to really examine each other back at the stake burning.

Sorry for the delay. I'm thinking this needs to be wrapped up soon. Please.

[godking_no_more]

"I do not even know if Drogyn is- was- the Keeper in this time. This is a primitive age. Perhaps before his time." Illyria shrugged at Spike - an odd action from the Godking. It almost looked human. Almost. "I trust you can keep him occupied for a minute or two. Hit him if you must."

The statement ended that conversation, as far as she was concerned. She had other things on her mind. When Tara requested being put down, Illyria obliged, setting the Witch down gently. "The offer of help is kind. You are taxed. It would be best if you rested for a few moments."

That said, Illyria marched on, straight for the cave's mouth, and inside, trailing fallen leaves in her wake. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the odd light, but once they did, her senses came alive. She felt the draw of her power, stronger here in this time. This power was untainted, sleeping. Her own.

It hadn't been siphoned off, or broken from her. This was strong. Unaware of her action, she reached a hand out, feeling the flow of power, drawing her to her place.

She drew up short. She hadn't been prepared, mentally to face the fact that in this time, she slept. Her sarcophagus remained untouched, unmoved for millenia. This was how she belonged. Her form flickered, melting into the human image of Fred as she laid a hand on the smooth stone.

The weakness only lasted a moment. When her hand lingered, an arch of power surged, flared to life in blue electricity. Illyria shuddered, returning to her newer form. She drew in power, ringing herself in it. She took a deep breath, and glanced back at the others. "I will begin. Are you all ready?"

I'm all for wrapping it up soonish.

[can_we_rest_now]

Spike uttered a snort of agreement as Willow proclaimed that now wasn't the time for a game of Dungeons and Dragons. More likely than not, a meeting with Drogyn would lead to more questions than any of them - especially the Gatekeeper - had the patience or time for. He was willing to dash by Drogyn, do his best to knock him out with a one-two punch, and be done with it before anyone could stand in their way. "You're playing my song," he muttered when Illyria suggested that very thing.

Hearing Willow's request, he slowed to a stop and gently set her down on her feet, still keeping a hand around her arm to be sure she wouldn't fall. "You start wobbling, Red, and I'm gonna snatch you up faster than you can say 'Hocus Pocus.'"

In fact, as soon as Tara was left unattended, he took hold of her arm with his free hand and got both women moving in front of him. "Easy does it," he told them, keeping an eye out in the darkness for anymore obstacles. "At least until something threatens to doom us all. But I think you've been in enough such situations to know that you should run like hell in that instance."

Spike was too busy being on the lookout to notice the flicker of Fred's visage, which was all for the better. He wasn't exactly beginning to like Illyria, per se, but he had long ago come to understand and even respect her current position. Seeing Fred again, though, might have left a particularly nasty taste in his mouth, and the last thing he needed was to inadvertently piss off his DeLorean before he could get back to the future.

As they crossed the threshold into the cave, Spike thought he heard something move behind him. A glance back proved that there was no one there, or at least no one standing within plain sight. Tensing up, he gave Willow and Tara a nudge and urged them to quicken their steps. "Faster," he whispered, "before our host gets the chance to show how unhospitable he is."

Hearing Illyria's voice, he wondered if Drogyn - or whoever it was that he felt watching in the distance - would be able to recognize her for what she was. His understanding was that the Old Ones had died out too long ago for anyone to really remember them, much less in a human vessel. Still, Spike didn't much feel like taking chances.

"Ready as we'll ever be," he called, a hand on each of the witches' backs to both hurry them along and make sure they didn't stumble. "Let's get a move on."