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resurrected_b

London ~1830

Feb 15, 2005 17:10

Oh my God, Cordy is so living in a dreamworld. She's got it all set in her mind that Angel and Giles and whoever else are going to come sweeping in at any moment and rescue us. I mean, yes, it's totally great that she thought of sending the letter, and if it got to them then I don't have to keep worrying about Dawnie freaking out that we're dead or ( Read more... )

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resurrected_b February 16 2005, 20:32:14 UTC

The streets are definitely starting to look (and smell) seedier and I wonder if it's safe to lose the hood yet. My slayer instincts are twitching big time, but possibly it's just that we're starting to see hookers and other lowlifes scuttling around in the shadows now.

"Well, I appreciate it," I say. "Can you think, was there maybe a club or tavern or whatever where demons might hang out? That might be a good place to start."

ace_jenkins February 16 2005, 21:08:30 UTC

"If you want to fit in round here, you may want to learn the word 'pub' - you may have heard Spike say it once or twice," I say, wondering again why Cordy isn't here. I suppose that she's at the house entertaining the local gentry in town for the Season, but why does that mean I to be out here looking for demons?

"I don't know the area very well - mostly I was in and out when I was here before." I think, knowing she wasn't going to take that for an answer. "There was one place - I've never been there, but, it might be a start. The Hanged Man - I believe it's down Whitworth Street."

resurrected_b February 16 2005, 21:16:03 UTC

Oh yeah, 'porting in and out and no doubt preoccupied with wreaking bloody vengeance. Guess it doesn't give a girl much time to socialize.

"Okay, okay, pub...The Hanged Man, sounds about right for a demon hangout. Lead the way!" I follow her down the street, lifting the cloak out of the puddles, which I think are full of a lot more than rainwater. Ugh.

ace_jenkins February 16 2005, 21:21:36 UTC

Okay, so what part of 'I don't know this area very well' did she not quite understand? After a few misturns though, I manage to stumble upon Whitworth Street - though it's less than an actual street per se and more of a dim and dirty alleyway.

Anyway, we find our way down in to the faded sign depicted a rather grapic Hanged Man.

"You first?" I offer - after all, she's the one with the strength and the weaponry. I'm just here as a tour guide, apparently.

resurrected_b February 16 2005, 21:40:49 UTC

I smile at her. The place looks promising, it's really dank and icky and with the blood on the sign the place just reeks "demon dive" to me. That, and the slayer senses are just going nuts.

I push the door open and shoved the hood back, looking around the dim common room of the pub. Yup, several vamps around a table at the back, and a couple of demons sitting at the bar. Along with the regular human type low-lifes.

One of the demons sort of gives us a look as we come in. Creepy looking pointy-eared guy with a scarred up face. I lean over to Anya and say, "Uh oh, that guy's looking for trouble. You might wanna stay back."

ace_jenkins February 16 2005, 21:45:16 UTC

I look over and immediately turn round and head for the door. "we're not staying," I hiss, pulling at her arm. We'll find somewhere else. Buffy, of course, immediately began to protest, but by then it was too late as the said demon got up and shouted at me across the room. "Oh hell, now he's seen us," I groan.

"Anyanka? Anyanka! I thought that was you!" he slurred somewhat drunkenly from across the room.

I force a smile. "Turg, well, fancy meeting you here."

"Anyanka - why did you leave me in Paris? I thought we were having so much fun. The slaughter of the innocents, the massacre - don't say it wasn't the best night of your life."

This is going to be an interesting one to have to explain...

resurrected_b February 16 2005, 21:53:36 UTC

I watch as the guy stumbles over to us and hiss at Anya, "What? This guy's a friend of yours?" More than a friend, if the look on her face was any clue. Omigod, she'd just sleep with anything, wouldn't she?

Still, it could work to our advantage. "Well, introduce me, maybe he knows something! Uh, but leave out the slayer part," I add hastily, in a whisper.

ace_jenkins February 16 2005, 21:56:25 UTC

"Right, yes, of course," I say, sounding less than thrilled. I remember Torg, of course I do, how could anyone forget? And what was I thinking??? Okay, so I wasn't exactly thinking at all - the bloodlust and wine saw to that - but that's a story for another time. But I don't exactly want to encourage the guy/ demon/ whatever. He was hard enough to get rid of the first time round - the way he's speaking of half a century ago like it was yesterday is evidence of that.

"Torg, Buffy, Buffy, Torg," I say icily.

resurrected_b February 16 2005, 22:03:27 UTC

Great, best introduction ever, I think sarcastically. Guess I'm on my own with this guy, but oh, do I want to make her tell me the story!

I hold out my hand pleasantly, and shrug when he refuses to take it like I have cooties. Like he's any great cuddly treat to touch. "Yeah, hi Torg. I'm in something of a crisis right now and I wonder if you might have any ideas about anyone who maybe knows about time travel?"

Okay, that probably sounded nuts even to a demon, plus I'm not even sure he heard me because he keeps trying to shove closer to Anya.

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