My first rpg post...
For wes_hamilton - of course ;) -
Serving as liaison between the single most powerful evil force in countless dimensions...and the hapless vampire/white-hat hybrid they, in their infinite wisdom, decided to put in charge of the L.A. office... Isn't quite as thrilling an assignment as one might expect it to be.
Which isn't to say that I've become "bored" with my duties. No. Boredom is the mark of the unimaginative, and the easily distracted.
But I must admit to a growing...dissatisfaction with simply sitting back and watching Angel's crew and their somewhat pathetic exploits.
There was never a lack for things to do before the vampire began his play for a place within the Circle of the Black Thorn. Schemes to plot. Traps to set. The usual humdrum that is the company's current policy for seducing potential allies over to the home team.
Now that Angel's working on a shiny new pass to play with the big boys on the Senior Partners' side, all bets are off. And so are many of my previous extracurricular activities. Corporate policy (it always comes back to that) is to loosen the leash a bit, when a potential playmate begins seeing things the Senior Partners' way.
I, for one, am unconvinced as to the validity of that determination. But... I don't "get paid the big bucks", as they say, to make such judgements.
And while Angel is currently off-limits... I do retain carte blanch where keeping tabs on the rest of Angel's crew is concerned.
The only problem there, of course, is there's so little of it left. Unfortunately.
The insta-attorney is making nice with the Wrath about now, I'd imagine. Spike is off doing...whatever needless thing Spike's chosen to do with his day. If he's not doing it in my building, it's not my problem. The Old One is not my problem, period. And I'd prefer to keep it that way.
So who does that leave me...
Ah.
I stop at Wyndam-Pryce's office, the decision decided for me.
The door to the office is closed. And locked, apparently. Which doesn't account for anything. If Pryce is out, his office locked while he's away... Well, that would be a perfectly logical state for things to be in. But Pryce rarely ventures out of his own little territory, these days. And I've a feeling that the man, and logic, parted ways some time before Eve signed her duties over to me.
I wrap my knuckles against the office door, wondering if I'm wasting my time. For all I know, Angel's remaining human senior staff member may just have drank himself to death in the privacy of his executive office.
"Still alive in there, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce?" I ask. "Or should I alert Personnel that there's an executive position that needs filling?"
Serving as liaison between the single most powerful evil force in countless dimensions...and the hapless vampire/white-hat hybrid they, in their infinite wisdom, decided to put in charge of the L.A. office... Isn't quite as thrilling an assignment as one might expect it to be.
Which isn't to say that I've become "bored" with my duties. No. Boredom is the mark of the unimaginative, and the easily distracted.
But I must admit to a growing...dissatisfaction with simply sitting back and watching Angel's crew and their somewhat pathetic exploits.
There was never a lack for things to do before the vampire began his play for a place within the Circle of the Black Thorn. Schemes to plot. Traps to set. The usual humdrum that is the company's current policy for seducing potential allies over to the home team.
Now that Angel's working on a shiny new pass to play with the big boys on the Senior Partners' side, all bets are off. And so are many of my previous extracurricular activities. Corporate policy (it always comes back to that) is to loosen the leash a bit, when a potential playmate begins seeing things the Senior Partners' way.
I, for one, am unconvinced as to the validity of that determination. But... I don't "get paid the big bucks", as they say, to make such judgements.
And while Angel is currently off-limits... I do retain carte blanch where keeping tabs on the rest of Angel's crew is concerned.
The only problem there, of course, is there's so little of it left. Unfortunately.
The insta-attorney is making nice with the Wrath about now, I'd imagine. Spike is off doing...whatever needless thing Spike's chosen to do with his day. If he's not doing it in my building, it's not my problem. The Old One is not my problem, period. And I'd prefer to keep it that way.
So who does that leave me...
Ah.
I stop at Wyndam-Pryce's office, the decision decided for me.
The door to the office is closed. And locked, apparently. Which doesn't account for anything. If Pryce is out, his office locked while he's away... Well, that would be a perfectly logical state for things to be in. But Pryce rarely ventures out of his own little territory, these days. And I've a feeling that the man, and logic, parted ways some time before Eve signed her duties over to me.
I wrap my knuckles against the office door, wondering if I'm wasting my time. For all I know, Angel's remaining human senior staff member may just have drank himself to death in the privacy of his executive office.
"Still alive in there, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce?" I ask. "Or should I alert Personnel that there's an executive position that needs filling?"