More fun than a barrel of damn monkeys.
"From experience with dealing with hell gods and dying in the process, it doesn't actually work. You can't win without a loop hole, I took on Glory with Spike's help and Willow working mojo and we barely put a dent in her armor."
Right. Because that was comforting. Nevertheless, Angel gave Buffy a wry smile as the others adjourned. Wes and Fred off to do their research thing, Gunn skulking off to who knows were... that left him alone with Buffy. Again.
"I'm glad you're here," he told her as he started towards the front desk, his tone having become very matter-of-fact. Now was no time to get mushy or sentimental. They had yet another hell god storming towards the hotel, and a very limited amount of time with which to prepare themselves. "Once that thing shows up, it'll be time for the big fight scene. Nice to have a Slayer on board. That is, assuming you want to be on board." He glanced at her before going to sit down behind the desk and reaching for the phone.
He wanted everyone here for this. He hadn't seen Lorne for hours, which suggested that the demon wasn't in the hotel at all. Usually, he'd be abusing the gift of speech in the lobby, talking at anyone who would listen. Angel frowned as he quickly went about paging their resident empath, hanging up the phone again once he had done so.
He looked up at Buffy for a moment. Having a Slayer would definitely be helpful, but without having met with this new baddie on his own, there was no way for him to tell whether or not they would be able to beat it with the manpower they had assembled. Connor. It would have been great to have Connor with them... he frowned again. Too bad he didn't know where Connor was. It wasn't as though the boy carried a pager like the rest of them, either.
Well. They would just have to do without. He stood again and started towards the weapons cabinent.
"Arm yourself however you feel comfortable. I've got the feeling you're gonna need more than a stake to go up against this Illyria character."
((Open to Buffy and everyone else.))
Right. Because that was comforting. Nevertheless, Angel gave Buffy a wry smile as the others adjourned. Wes and Fred off to do their research thing, Gunn skulking off to who knows were... that left him alone with Buffy. Again.
"I'm glad you're here," he told her as he started towards the front desk, his tone having become very matter-of-fact. Now was no time to get mushy or sentimental. They had yet another hell god storming towards the hotel, and a very limited amount of time with which to prepare themselves. "Once that thing shows up, it'll be time for the big fight scene. Nice to have a Slayer on board. That is, assuming you want to be on board." He glanced at her before going to sit down behind the desk and reaching for the phone.
He wanted everyone here for this. He hadn't seen Lorne for hours, which suggested that the demon wasn't in the hotel at all. Usually, he'd be abusing the gift of speech in the lobby, talking at anyone who would listen. Angel frowned as he quickly went about paging their resident empath, hanging up the phone again once he had done so.
He looked up at Buffy for a moment. Having a Slayer would definitely be helpful, but without having met with this new baddie on his own, there was no way for him to tell whether or not they would be able to beat it with the manpower they had assembled. Connor. It would have been great to have Connor with them... he frowned again. Too bad he didn't know where Connor was. It wasn't as though the boy carried a pager like the rest of them, either.
Well. They would just have to do without. He stood again and started towards the weapons cabinent.
"Arm yourself however you feel comfortable. I've got the feeling you're gonna need more than a stake to go up against this Illyria character."
((Open to Buffy and everyone else.))