Life can be a blur sometimes...
//engage firewall
I've not heard from Mr. Wood in several days, since I spoke to him last about what to do with the vampire. The notes I gave him were very precise; he had until tonight to perform the ritual, or else he must wait another month for the next full moon.
If he's unsuccessful, I wonder...would he wait? Would he attempt the ritual again in a month's time? Would he find some other means of disposing of the vampire? Or would he simply eschew the dramatics and opt for the direct approach, not caring if he incurs the wrath of the Slayer?
While I wish him luck in his endeavor, of course, I almost hope he chooses a stake over sorcery. It would make things more...entertaining.
Meanwhile, it would seem that my partnership with Lord Moloch continues to fly below the Senior Partners' radar. Especially since they have their hands full trying to contain the fruits from Operation Lazarus.
Perhaps he would be better equipped to deal with his better half than our own operatives...
Welcome back, Angelus. How we missed you. Do try not to eat the receptionists.
//end entry
I've not heard from Mr. Wood in several days, since I spoke to him last about what to do with the vampire. The notes I gave him were very precise; he had until tonight to perform the ritual, or else he must wait another month for the next full moon.
If he's unsuccessful, I wonder...would he wait? Would he attempt the ritual again in a month's time? Would he find some other means of disposing of the vampire? Or would he simply eschew the dramatics and opt for the direct approach, not caring if he incurs the wrath of the Slayer?
While I wish him luck in his endeavor, of course, I almost hope he chooses a stake over sorcery. It would make things more...entertaining.
Meanwhile, it would seem that my partnership with Lord Moloch continues to fly below the Senior Partners' radar. Especially since they have their hands full trying to contain the fruits from Operation Lazarus.
Perhaps he would be better equipped to deal with his better half than our own operatives...
Welcome back, Angelus. How we missed you. Do try not to eat the receptionists.
//end entry