Jul 24, 2004 21:32
Gotta admit, Angel was a lot calmer than I expected about the giant. Came up with a halfway decent plan for takin' it out without killin' it involvin' both slayers, tranq darts and a bindin' spell of some sort. Rupes and that ponce Wes have been lookin' into that. Peaches pretty well decided we can't kill any of the buggers in case they switched with one of the missin' crew. Lovely. Not so thrilled about that, especially after Buffy came back t' the hotel all black and blue from a close encounter with the end of a telephone pole. Don't suppose it would be very easy to kill the bloody giant, anyway. Gonna be hell liftin' it into the truck, though; wonder if anyone can lay hands on a crane?
Worse than that, though, the slayer came back with a total git of a prince followin' her. Bloody pouf sayin' he's gonna marry her and tellin' her she needs to change how she dresses and all. Peaches has been laughin' his arse off all day about it. Buffy looks like she wants to kill tights-boy almost as much as I do. I say we keep our options open. What? We might all be better off if that portal openin' idiot stayed in fairyland.
To complicate matters, now we have not only talkin' animals runnin' around the hotel, but Angel's little sister from 200 odd years ago somehow popped through a portal. I'd almost feel sorry for him, if he wasn't pissin' me off with the constant snickerin'. Gotta be a bit of a head flush seein' her again after all this time, eh?