Trusting my soul to the ice cream assassin

[technicallyiam]

Andrew Wells, having come to terms with his newfound life as an OUTCAST IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE (in all caps like that), has taken to observing and recording (and narrating) life in the Main Gauche. So there is a young blonde kid with a video camera, prowling about the halls and (as far as anyone can tell) talking to himself in an overly cheerful

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[archangelet]

Tay is sitting in one of the sunrooms (though there's no sun, just a nice view of the oncoming storm) with a non-psychic journal, scribbling away. Her wings are out and folded back, and her hair's back in a ponytail. Andrew will probably be able to pick off some pretty loud thoughts off of her.

...it too paranoid to think they might have air support? Not many angels who could actually pull that off but they probably have a couple better mention that to him, we'll need to defend against that as well...

[hesourhostage]

Andrew's found the halls to be pretty boring thus far so he's wandered into the sunroom, looking for interesting subjects and ooh! There's someone interesting. He creeps closer, whispering his narration like he doesn't think she's going to hear him coming, grinning.

"Here's something, gentle viewers. Young Taylor Barnam, working dilligently on some-" He pauses when he catches her thoughts. God, that's distracting, but not so much that he'd want to eat a demon heart to get rid of it. Really.

"You think really loud, so I shouldn't be held responsible for the things I hear," he says, without preamble or explanation. Standard disclaimer- the Andrew version. As far as he knows, he's stumbled onto some covert ops and Tay is secretly some paramilitary soldier.

....Andrew's brain is special.

[archangelet]

Andrew's brain is... not far off, actually.

"As long as you don't go selling the layout of the security system the highest bidder, or blabbing them all over the place, I don't really give a fuck," she comments, not looking up.

...electrified, motion sensors on the roofs, maybe? Have to talk to Jack about that one, is he really FILMING me? Seriously? What the fuck is he doing that for?

[hesourhostage]

"It's an important record!" Andrew whines. One day he will learn that it's not polite to react to people's thoughts, but that day is not today and actually might not be ever, but the narration likes to dream.

"And I might have once did that, because I totally used to do evil and stuff, but I've changed, and now I work for the side of good. A-a valiant hero, his past baptized in blood, reading to thwart the forces of..." He pauses. "Say who are we fighting anyway?"

Yes, Andrew. Say it like you're doing any fighting.

[archangelet]

"The forces of good," Tay says dryly, her face twisting into a tight smile. God, why can't anything make sense anymore? Angels are the bad guys and demons are the good guys except they're not and I'm just stuck here in the middle stupid guardian angel instincts stupid ward I hate my life so much.

"So you're... making a movie about the Gauche?"

[hesourhostage]

Andrew blinks. A lot. Oh he's not going to comment on that. He'd like to and actually starts to a few times, but eventually decides he doesn't want to ask right now and besides she mentioned his movie and that is distracting in itself. Attention span, Andrew has it.

He beams and bounces a little. "It's a documentary about my life as an outcast in a parallel universe. Here lately, I guess it's about the Gauche, because I haven't actually... Left the Gauche." A pause. "Except for that one time I tried to follow Buffy when she was out patrolling and got lost. You know I used to know her? Or at least I know her in the future. It's kinda weird."

[archangelet]

"Yeah, you told me that," Tay says, looking dubious to cover a smile. God, could he be any more puppy like? It'd be pitiful if it weren't so adorable. "Better not follow Buffy on patrols, though. Nasty stuff out there. Nasty people."

But whatever, she won't argue unless he tries to follow her.

"So... how do you make a documentary about your own life?" she asks.

[hesourhostage]

"Hey, I used to summon demons... Obviously not these kind of demons, but demons all the same." And there is another pause. "And thank you for thinking I'm adorable."

Oh yeah, she totally believes you used to be badass, Andrew. With all that cuteness.

He stares at his camera and somehow manages to drum his fingers on it while still keeping perfect hold. "I don't know. Maybe it's less about about my own life and more about the concept of the Rift itself, by filming all of this, I can give my audience the impression that they, too, have been lost forever in a parallel world that they don't understand."

He's not really talking to Tay when he says that as he's more or less rambling in narrator-voice and staring wistfully towards the ceiling.

Oh yeah, that's Andrew.

[archangelet]

Tay will not laugh at the cute geek. Tay will not laugh at the cute geek.

She does smirk, though. "Right. Well, I wouldn't know what that's like. The outcast thing, maybe."

C'mon, Andrew. Such a fascinating subject. And the only angel you're going to get anything out of - Becky doesn't do interviews. Have at.

[hesourhostage]

Oh Andrew will have at it. He will have at it with GLEE. Why that suddenly spurred INSPIRATION we'll never know, but it did.

And random narration. Enjoy the camera in your face and the cute geek narrating at you like you're not there. "Taylor Barnam, a beautiful young angel with a passionate heart and a warrior's soul. What secrets hide behind those lovely brown eyes? Let's find out, gentle viewers."

Yeah, Tay, you're expected to say words now. HAVE FUN.

[archangelet]

Tay stares a bit incredulously at Andrew, then at the camera (that's an almost imperceptible shift of focus, but it's there), then back to Andrew.

It's not that she doesn't appreciate the compliment, but...

"It's Tay," she says finally. "Not Taylor. I mean, technically it's Taylor, but no one calls me that." Except Romana. But she's allowed to call me whatever the hell she likes, she's a First.

[hesourhostage]

"It's for the sake of the viewers, Tay," Andrew says gravely, like knowing her real name is for great justice. "They need to know the real you."

Or... Something. Hey, just be happy he isn't using her whole name on camera.

"Now, Tay, how about you tell the viewers at home a little about yourself."

The viewers who... Only exist in Andrew's head, apparently. Go with it, Tay. It's his thing.

[archangelet]

Tay isn't going to comment on 'the viewers'. She'll let him keep his dreams. Until it gets annoying. Then she'll threaten to break his fucking camera.

"Uh... I got my wings two months ago, I'm from Boston... my family is the largest archangel family in the country, one of the largest in the world. I prefer to use a shotgun or a sawed-off, but my .45 tends to be easier to carry around."

Yes, Tay. That's what he wanted to know. About your weapon preference.

[hesourhostage]

"That's great for the male demographic," Andrew says, voice mildly dry. "Nothing sexier than a girl with a gun."

Yes, Andrew, like you have any idea what sexy is. You have the sexual maturity of an orange soda.

He scoots closer. "But what about the real Tay Barnam? The vulnerable girl who lurks just behind the surface, waiting to get out?"

[archangelet]

"Oh," Tay says in a mockinly vulnerable voice. "You mean... the girl who lurks just behind the surface who wants to kick your ass?"

She's all innocence, and she wouldn't actually kick his ass, but it's not a lie. It's just messing around. So no pain - yay!

Not vulnerable. Vulnerabilities are what get good soldiers killed. I don't care to much, I don't cry at night, I don't want to go home. I don't.

[hesourhostage]

Andrew has heard enough of those threats from his Buffy to be unaffected by them. "You can act tough all you want, Tay, but there is a soft, delicate side underneath that hardened exterior." It's truth, he knows it because he is the observer.

"Why don't you want to go home?" He asks it, almost seriously, and not in his fake voice for once. That could be a lie and he's not sure if it is or not. Which is why he's interested.