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The basement is dank, dark...and reminds me of many of the places I've hold up in across the odd years during the last century or so.
Buffy has lead me here, oddly enough, to the school...the place I helped the Slayer make a final stand against the Mayor and his plans for ascension. Also, coincidentally the place that I made my final amends with Sunnydale and left it for LA.
...and now I'm back. Not just in the school, but beneath it.
From beneath you...it devours.
I shake my head. For some reason that thought just occured to me, and I haven't the faintest why.
But before I can really muse this thought, I hear a stirring and look up.
"Ah, Wesley...you're awake."
That little chunk of tombstone that I ripped off and clocked him in the back of the head with as he walked away sure did its part to send him to dreamland, but I definitely need him awake for the next part.
The part that Buffy said would make it all better.
I hoped that the duct tape wasn't too restrictive, cause gosh, he looked pissed.
((Open to Wesley and The First))
Buffy has lead me here, oddly enough, to the school...the place I helped the Slayer make a final stand against the Mayor and his plans for ascension. Also, coincidentally the place that I made my final amends with Sunnydale and left it for LA.
...and now I'm back. Not just in the school, but beneath it.
From beneath you...it devours.
I shake my head. For some reason that thought just occured to me, and I haven't the faintest why.
But before I can really muse this thought, I hear a stirring and look up.
"Ah, Wesley...you're awake."
That little chunk of tombstone that I ripped off and clocked him in the back of the head with as he walked away sure did its part to send him to dreamland, but I definitely need him awake for the next part.
The part that Buffy said would make it all better.
I hoped that the duct tape wasn't too restrictive, cause gosh, he looked pissed.
((Open to Wesley and The First))