The Intervention. From thepowerplayers
Spike led the way, Wesley, Lorne and I right behind him as we passed Harmony, who had just sat down, and had a big smile on her face, as usual, oblivious to what was really goin' on in the world.
We approached the door, and I knew that all of us were ready to get to the answers here. Angel had been actin' like he was on some power trip, or somethin' and this wasn't a power trip that somebody might get when they just got promoted to Manager at their job, or somethin'. No, this was the type of power trip that enabled him to let a bunch of demons take an innocent baby for the Gordebach. This was the type of power trip where he allowed an evil, demon Senator, and not only allowed, but helped her to destroy a man's life. This was the kind of power trip that enabled Angel not to give a shit about people dyin' on the streets. This was the kind of power trip that allowed Angel to potentially sacrifice somebody who he was supposed to love, like Fred.
We all approached the door, hopin' to find answers an ready to do somethin' about this, even if it meant resortin' to violence and yet, I had the feelin' that at leats Wes and I believed that there had to be a real explanation for all of this. There had to be. The Angel that I knew, the Angel that all of us knew would neva do these kinds of things, and yet, all of the signs seemed to point that he didn't care about good anymore, and that he was willin' to be evil, as long as he was in charge. I didn't need to be told about many of the things, because I had already had the misfortune of witnessin' them.
Spike slammed the door to his office open, and there he was, gone from lookin' like he was gettin' ready to leave for somewhere, to now focusin' in on us wit an annoyed look on his mug. I just wanted to shake him. It was like he was a different person, and down in the office, I wished that I had brought it up, because it occurred to me that the Senior Partner's could have used some mojo on him. All of us had ben rocked by weird magic before and we all knew what it could do. Maybe, once again, Angel was a puppet? Only this time, he didn't look like one, all wit the not bein' two feet tall.
It still looked like the Angel that we all knew, except, like as usual, but it bein' a relatively new phenomenon, he was lookin' at us like we were the enemy. Spike tensed in front of me as we guarded the door so he couldn't leave, if he had any intentions on leavin' before talkin' to us. I could tell that Spike was ready to fight him. Lorne looked like he said that he felt earlier. He looked like he wanted to run from Angel, because Angel was the big beastie now. Wesley and I weren't so cut and dry in one direction or the answer. We shared the bond of wantin' answers.
"Goin' somehwere, Angel? Goin' out to save someone, or to kill someone, because honestly, hard to know which side you are on, lately."
[Angel, Spike, Wesley and Lorne]
We approached the door, and I knew that all of us were ready to get to the answers here. Angel had been actin' like he was on some power trip, or somethin' and this wasn't a power trip that somebody might get when they just got promoted to Manager at their job, or somethin'. No, this was the type of power trip that enabled him to let a bunch of demons take an innocent baby for the Gordebach. This was the type of power trip where he allowed an evil, demon Senator, and not only allowed, but helped her to destroy a man's life. This was the kind of power trip that enabled Angel not to give a shit about people dyin' on the streets. This was the kind of power trip that allowed Angel to potentially sacrifice somebody who he was supposed to love, like Fred.
We all approached the door, hopin' to find answers an ready to do somethin' about this, even if it meant resortin' to violence and yet, I had the feelin' that at leats Wes and I believed that there had to be a real explanation for all of this. There had to be. The Angel that I knew, the Angel that all of us knew would neva do these kinds of things, and yet, all of the signs seemed to point that he didn't care about good anymore, and that he was willin' to be evil, as long as he was in charge. I didn't need to be told about many of the things, because I had already had the misfortune of witnessin' them.
Spike slammed the door to his office open, and there he was, gone from lookin' like he was gettin' ready to leave for somewhere, to now focusin' in on us wit an annoyed look on his mug. I just wanted to shake him. It was like he was a different person, and down in the office, I wished that I had brought it up, because it occurred to me that the Senior Partner's could have used some mojo on him. All of us had ben rocked by weird magic before and we all knew what it could do. Maybe, once again, Angel was a puppet? Only this time, he didn't look like one, all wit the not bein' two feet tall.
It still looked like the Angel that we all knew, except, like as usual, but it bein' a relatively new phenomenon, he was lookin' at us like we were the enemy. Spike tensed in front of me as we guarded the door so he couldn't leave, if he had any intentions on leavin' before talkin' to us. I could tell that Spike was ready to fight him. Lorne looked like he said that he felt earlier. He looked like he wanted to run from Angel, because Angel was the big beastie now. Wesley and I weren't so cut and dry in one direction or the answer. We shared the bond of wantin' answers.
"Goin' somehwere, Angel? Goin' out to save someone, or to kill someone, because honestly, hard to know which side you are on, lately."
[Angel, Spike, Wesley and Lorne]