Vision

[queencor]

I went to bed in an alright mood, really. I got some paperwork out of the way for my spankin new property, and I was feeling...well okay. Nothing too dire was hanging over my head.

It woke me up out of a dead sleep. I fell out of bed. It was bad. I felt like I was going to be sick, too, good thing I wasn't because ew.

But I saw him. I saw him.

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[slayer_wannabe_]

I laugh, softly at first, almost a murmur, then it comes out louder, bellowing, echoing in the dark dankness of the basement. All my work to help out these people and they’re the one’s that’ve stuck me in a cage. Talk about irony.

Still, if I don’t offer them something they’re going to keep me locked down here. And something tells me Eve isn’t about to spring me out anytime soon… or Darla, for that matter. “Alright, I’ll play,” I say, reaching out my shaking hand to take the donuts (I am a little hungry). “What do you want to know?”

[queencor]

"I'd like to know about Gunn." I say. "Charles Gunn. Up until a bit ago, dead."

[vampdetective]

"A good place to start," I agree, setting the doughnut box on the floor in easy reach of Kennedy, for now. "Know him, or anything about him?"

[slayer_wannabe_]

“You might know more about him than I do, seeing as you’re the one that killed him,” I smirk and run my hand over the bars of the cage. Feeling the consistancy. I’m guessing not many people have tried to break out of it, though a few of the bars are more worn than others. Bent out of shape. Could be my way out.

“The Senior Partners took an invested interest in him some month ago, about the time he died, if I recall. And before you could say recevoir, well…” I smirk, “he’s been working in the Special Projects Devision under Ryan ever since.”

[queencor]

I feel my hands balling into fists. "Working with...." Yeah, okay, walking away now.

[vampdetective]

I frown. "Alright," I murmur to Cordy, "They must have him brainwashed or something, he'd never be working for them otherwise. But it also sounds like he's in no immediate danger." Not that Wolfram and Hart had any qualms about killing employees who weren't performing as expected but--

I turn to Kennedy. "Wait a minute, working for them how? Gunn's not a lawyer."

[slayer_wannabe_]

"Doesn't mean they can't make him one." Mmm, oh, I do love to tease. I lean down and grab one of the donuts, hoping it'll help the killer headache I've got.

[queencor]

I look back over my shoulder at her. "Do you know where there's a big chair...scary thing with parts they attatch to your head?" I ask.

[slayer_wannabe_]

I give her an 'are you kidding' look. "Not a clue, sugar pie. Wolfram and Hart's a big place," I say that last part with a child's voice.

[queencor]

I narrow my eyes at her. "Do we need to talk about the head trauma again?" I ask. "Do you really not know? And if you don't, do you know where to start to look?"