Endings and Beginnings? There are no such things.

Jan 05, 2005 01:53

Welcome to Hell. Please notice the absence of any emergency exits. This is not an oversight on our part, they simply do not exist. If you come here, you're here to stay. The sooner you accept that fact, the sooner we can get down to business and things will be more pleasant all round.

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_wes_pryce_ January 11 2005, 01:54:38 UTC
I can feel raw energy roaring inside of me, rushing through my veins, setting in my bones. And for a moment I'm confused as to what it's purpose is. What it makes me capable of doing. Then I remember this Hamilton person, am I like him now? I'm not going to ask, I've better ways of finding out.

Swallowing, I blink and look down at myself. Looks like she can use her powers usefully for once it seems. At least McDonald looks better. Though if it were me, I'd have shaved his hair up and put him in a bell hop uniform. Wait, I'm his boss aren't I? That has potential.

Smirking at McDonald, I cluck my tongue for a moment. Oh yes, there might be some perks to this job after all. "I'm supposed to go to the alley," I say, pushing one hand in the pocket of my new suit. Which, I must say, itches. She probably did that on purpose. "Where's he going?" I point with my thumb over my shoulder.

He's not going near Angel. Over my dead body. Literally in this case I suppose. I'm really not used to not having a heartbeat, or heat radiating from my skin. I can feel it fading, just as my life has faded away. But I can still safe Gunn's life, and Angel and Spike unlife. And Illyria's...exsitance.

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lindsey_lives January 11 2005, 03:07:48 UTC
I glanced down at my new clothes. Nice. Nothing screams evil like a lawyer in an expensive suit. Always beware of a sharp dressed man. Reach up and ran my fingers through my hair. It hadn't been this short in almost two years.

A smile slowly spread across my lips. New clothes, nice new haircut, and I looked better than Wes did. I wasn't being tortured, or slowly being killed repeatedly with a dull knife, and I was about to go see the son of a bitch that had ordered my execution. What wasn't there to enjoy?

"I'm your assistant, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. That means I have to go wherever you do. For all of eternity or until I get a different position." I smiled again, and it wasn't a nice one. Always having to be around Angel was going to drive me insane. Reached into my pocket and look at one of the cards. Assistant to Mr. Wyndam-Pryce, Wolfram and Hart Hell Division. Nice.

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_the_ram_ January 12 2005, 00:05:40 UTC
No matter how powerful you become, it's still nice to have someone show a little appreciation of your work. And from the looks of it, MacDonald is more than a tad pleased with some of my handiwork.

"He's spot on, you know," I inform Pryce cheerily, although keeping my eye on MacDonald. That one could live up to Holland's glowing reports yet. "He is now your responsibility. Anything goes badly, you will answer for him. Until the end of time, or until we decide to move him beyond your sphere of influence."

I've got a nice warm feeling inside, you could almost call me content. Two new suits to introduce to the world, and from the way they eye each other, the results could make for riveting watching. Nothing like a good patch of pure loathing to spice life up a bit.

"And don't think that little boost makes you a Superman overnight," I add, looking at Pryce more seriously. "There's enough there to heal, say, one mortally wounded human, should you so wish. I don't know what residue will be left after that. Certainly enough to enable you to exist in both this dimension and that of the living world. But you're a guinea-pig when it comes to the effects of direct power loans to humans."

I straighten up, dusting off the sleeves and straightening the cuffs. It's time to go.

"MacDonald," I say in farewell, "you have a simple charm on you. Enough to let you flit and dwell wherever Pryce orders, but not anything else. And that charm can be revoked, or improved on, should we so desire."

Finally, I point one finger upwards, in a slightly nor-easterly direction. "Alley's that way, just concentrate and feel for it. You'll find your way eventually. I'll see you later."

And with that, I wink out of sight.

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