[package sent to Darla, the morning after Willow leaves for Canada]
The parcel contains Willow's notes on Wolfram and Hart, Holland Manners,
and everything else she's been able to learn about the Senior Partners.
She worked from the assumption that revenge was not Manners' goal, or not the
primary end. By all accounts, the man had spent years keeping his own skin intact.
Self-interest above all else.
So, what did Darla or Connor have to offer him, that was worth this much trouble?
He was functionally immortal, had wealth, position, power...
To be fully alive again, as opposed to walking dead? No. He wouldn't have...
Willow had paused, one night, while looking over a history of some of Wolfram and
Hart's pursuits.
Holland had always been cautious, planned for contingencies. Wheels within wheels.
Never mind unraveling the whole tangle. Find the pattern it belongs to.
What was different about Darla, and Connor? Why only them?
Then she put aside the file on Manners and picked up one labeled 'Jasmine.'
She read through it slowly, eyes narrowed, nodded.
The Circle of the Black Thorn had been decimated. Gone. A power gap had been left.
He'd taken advantage. Yet, as Angel and the other former employees at AI had proved,
even they could be defeated, pulled down.
He wanted to take the next step. Go beyond being 'only' a man. However, understandably, most Powers, bright or dark or quietly gray, didn't divulge the means
by which a mortal might accomplish that.
Queries to other contacts of hers in L.A. allowed her to obtain more information on
what Jasmine had been capable of, at full strength. She watched a videotape of the woman, chilled.
They needed an answer to this now. A way to be rid of him. But the only way to do that
would be for him to first agree to give up his current 'incarnation', leaving himself
temporariy vulnerable. She remembered her high school graduation, and laughed grimly. She'd seen a rough copy of the Wolfram and Hart contract. The damned thing had almost no loopholes.
She thought, then included a letter to Darla, outlining her suspicions.
The woman might be incapable of a 'normal' pregnancy, but then again, that wasn't
necessarily at issue. And Connor's status was even less clear.
Justine's reappearance, and Eve's, now struck her as almost too convenient. She
shook her head. Not enough data to even include that as speculation.
((ooc--DarlaMun, hope this works for what you had in mind, if not, let me know.
*hugs* am trying to tie up plottiness for Willow for a bit. But I don't mean to rush or railroad anybody.I can edit this if asked, np.))
and everything else she's been able to learn about the Senior Partners.
She worked from the assumption that revenge was not Manners' goal, or not the
primary end. By all accounts, the man had spent years keeping his own skin intact.
Self-interest above all else.
So, what did Darla or Connor have to offer him, that was worth this much trouble?
He was functionally immortal, had wealth, position, power...
To be fully alive again, as opposed to walking dead? No. He wouldn't have...
Willow had paused, one night, while looking over a history of some of Wolfram and
Hart's pursuits.
Holland had always been cautious, planned for contingencies. Wheels within wheels.
Never mind unraveling the whole tangle. Find the pattern it belongs to.
What was different about Darla, and Connor? Why only them?
Then she put aside the file on Manners and picked up one labeled 'Jasmine.'
She read through it slowly, eyes narrowed, nodded.
The Circle of the Black Thorn had been decimated. Gone. A power gap had been left.
He'd taken advantage. Yet, as Angel and the other former employees at AI had proved,
even they could be defeated, pulled down.
He wanted to take the next step. Go beyond being 'only' a man. However, understandably, most Powers, bright or dark or quietly gray, didn't divulge the means
by which a mortal might accomplish that.
Queries to other contacts of hers in L.A. allowed her to obtain more information on
what Jasmine had been capable of, at full strength. She watched a videotape of the woman, chilled.
They needed an answer to this now. A way to be rid of him. But the only way to do that
would be for him to first agree to give up his current 'incarnation', leaving himself
temporariy vulnerable. She remembered her high school graduation, and laughed grimly. She'd seen a rough copy of the Wolfram and Hart contract. The damned thing had almost no loopholes.
She thought, then included a letter to Darla, outlining her suspicions.
The woman might be incapable of a 'normal' pregnancy, but then again, that wasn't
necessarily at issue. And Connor's status was even less clear.
Justine's reappearance, and Eve's, now struck her as almost too convenient. She
shook her head. Not enough data to even include that as speculation.
((ooc--DarlaMun, hope this works for what you had in mind, if not, let me know.
*hugs* am trying to tie up plottiness for Willow for a bit. But I don't mean to rush or railroad anybody.I can edit this if asked, np.))