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//Text message to Wesley//
Hey 007,
Need your help. Hypothetically, is there a way to hack in and pay a visit to an Oracle if the hypothetical person doesn't exactly fall into the 'warrior whose heart is pure' category? Just out of curiousity.
L.
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Hey 007,
Need your help. Hypothetically, is there a way to hack in and pay a visit to an Oracle if the hypothetical person doesn't exactly fall into the 'warrior whose heart is pure' category? Just out of curiousity.
L.
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Lindsey, cut the 007 crap. Just because I have the same accent. Unless you go around calling Rupert Giles the same.
Hypothetically speaking, they tossed Angel out on his arse the few times he went to see them. And he's *their* bloody champion. So Hypothetically speaking I'm not giving this hypothetically person much of a chance. Besides, they only speak in riddles that'll take you years to figure out.
Also? If this Hypothetically person gets into any hypothetical trouble? I will kick his Hypothetical arse. Hypothetically speaking of course. As Faith would say? Just sayin'
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You'll be sorry when I start calling you Mr. Bean... And it might have been an attempt at a compliment. *smile*
Aw, you really do care! Riddles would be better than what I'm hearing around here at the moment. Which is a big fat lot of nothing.
Listen, I know where the Gateway is. I've got an offering and I think I've got the right herbs. If you've got any other advice for me, I'd appreciate it. (And telling me I'm an idiot doesn't constitute helpful advice, Wes.)
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Mister whom? The odd fellow who drives around in a mini car? You're insane you realize? You've a strange way of complimenting people. But thank you none the less...I think.
And what *are* you hearing there at the moment? Is Lilah alright? Her children?
I know where the gateway is too, several in fact. The sewer one under 30th avenue seems to be the most popular one. Herbs? Does that mean you have the spell as well? The one very few people can actually pronounce right? (Here's some helpful advice. You're *not* going. At least not alone. And you are an idiot, idiot)
Would you like to tell me *why* there are text messages from you on *my* cell phone about whip-cream?
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"Mister whom?" And now Lilah's going to wonder why I'm grinning at my cell phone. Should I be more forward next time?
She's okay, everyone's okay. But I need to know who the donor was. Because I saw someone come in here the other day and I haven't seen them come back out. And there's this rumor going around that they had to be related to Lilah, for the match to be that close. As in mother-daughter. Which just confirms my theory that this has to be mystical somehow.
That's the one I knew about. And yeah, I got the spell. 'Quaero' is pronounced like 'QUAY-row', not 'KWOR-oh', right? (Just watch me, pal.)
Um. ... No?
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Why are you grinning at your cellphone? Subtlety was never your strong point. Just a hint, blue eyes.
Oh good, you had me worried there, since the transfusion went alright last I heard. I have no idea what you're talking about. Are you saying there's some sort of time-traveling going on? Don't be ridiculous, that's to far fetched even for what has all gone on here.
No, you blither. It's not pronounced like 'QUAY-row' *or* 'KWOR-oh'. It's pronounced... you know what? There is no way one can actually write down that translation phonetically. (Oh don't worry, I will, count on it. Watch you, that is. From very close by.)
Let's try it anyway shall we? Hm?
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Mainly because I didn't think it was possible to text with a British accent until just now. I'll keep that in mind. 'Blue eyes', yourself. *grin*
The transfusion went off without a hitch but ... like I told Lilah, I get jumpy when the doctors refuse to tell me about the donor. I don't know what's going on, Wes. Which is why I'm going to get some answers.
Aw, shit. Really? Do you think it would work if I got you to say it over the phone when I'm in front of the gate..? (Like hell you are. This is my stupid plan. I'm not dragging you into this.)
It was Tara's fault. Kind of. She gave me thoughts!
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What do you mean 'text with a British accent'? One cannot 'text with an accent'. You do that, it would probably serve you well. Why, what a mischievous grin. Cute.
Yes, I know. I was there for that part. I can see you've not been in the hospital a lot. Yes, I know you've been in one, no need to explain. It's just that it's quite normal for doctors to be cryptic and telling you half truths. I should know, trust me on that. Why is it so important to know the blood donor? It worked, why not leave it at that and be grateful?
Aw, shit, yes really. And a very emphatical NO on the saying it through the phone. What if the connection gets severed at a critical time? What if the connection is bad and the words are garbled? That's not going to work, Lindsey. (No need to drag. Dragging would imply that I'd not volunteered, wouldn't it? If you've a stupid plan, you'd need at least *someone* with a brain nearby to catch the backlash)
With whip-cream? What kind of thoughts? And why are they on *my* cell-phone?
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Apparently one can. Does this mean I should bring flowers next time you're around? Mischievous? Hell, that was my innocent look. And apparently Lilah thinks I'm flirting with you. Discuss?
Normal as it may be, I don't have to like it. I can tell when people are hiding things from me because they think I'll do something stupid. Little do they know I can do stupid things just as easily without all the information.
Just ... Wes, if you can tell me Savannah's okay, I'll drop this right now. I swear I will. Otherwise, meet me on 30th tonight at eight. And because somebody once told me that subtlety was not my strong suit: thank you.
When an attractive person mentions a foreplay-related food item around me, I get thoughts. So cut it out. I'm trying to focus here. This is what happens when you lend things to evil lawyers.
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How? I like Roses? I hear chocolate does wonders to. Or in my case, something for my girls. ;-) Innocent my arse Lilah wouldn't know flirting if it were a brick and hit her on the head. And I'm seriously disappointed, once again, that she'd track our text messages. Is *nothing* private around that woman?
Most of us are aware you can do stupid things without in all the information. Just as you're *very* capable of doing stupid things *with* all the information.
Savannah? That annoying little brat? Surely you're joking! However, if considering how much Lilah likes her, I'm wouldn't be surprised. If only it wouldn't involve time traveling, which it too bizarre even for us. Not to mention a tad desperate. And more proof that these can't be my children. I mean, come on now
But since you're going to do this even if I told you she wasn't just Savannah, I'll meet you there at eight.
So I hear. And just because Lilah is apparently playing peeping tom Care to share? What happens when-- Oh! Right. Be my guest to ( ... )
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