String me up to a cherry tree; come one, come all - and hang with me.

[forefather]

Who: OPEN.
When: The morning of August 31 until September 2.
Where: Sector 4 and random spots throughout the city.
Summary: Mysterious flowering cherry trees have sprung up overnight. They're beautiful, but their petals have some strange effects...
Warnings: Put your warning in your subject line.

Comments

OPEN FOREVER potential warnings for angel being.. uhm. angel.

[slipperysoul]

[ Almost as soon as the sun went down, Angel was hitting the streets. He felt too cooped up in this city as it already stood; it was hard to be willing to stay inside even when he didn't feel like taking out darkness monsters at near every turn. Which, granted, was rare in the first place.

Hands in his pockets, the only thing that actually gave him pause was the sudden flurry of cherry blossom petals. Brow furrowed, he stopped to stare up at the nearby tree, brushing the petals out of his hair and trying to figure out where the thing had come from - it hadn't been here last night, right? Not a moment later and he was continuing on his way, cutting a line through the darkness, set on ignoring the sudden cropping up of a peculiar set of thoughts. ]

[ ooc; feel free to run into Angel anywhere in the city, and even later on when he's forced to go to the butchers/ back home/whatever. i really don't care, HIT ME WITH ANYTHING ]

sometime back at the hotel...

[aintnorain]

[It wasn't unusual for Angel to be out at all times, but there was just an uneasiness about this time. She'd been up, still researching spells and making additions to hers. She looks up from throughs partly refurbished lobby.]

Rough night?

(yea)

[slipperysoul]

[ Looking around the place, hands on his hips, something was unsettling. Enough so, so that he hardly heard Fred speak up. ]

Huh? [ And then he was blinking himself back to attention, looking over at her. He was still managing to look concerned about.. all manner of things running through his head. ] Not any more rough than usual. Just.. different.

[rudolphofvamps]

[It isn't long before he smells Sire near his territory. They had an understanding, but he doesn't even have it in him to be upset. Not when Angel still smells like home in that vaguely fucked up way he couldn't help but notice.

And so instead of letting him be, he's seeking him out, trailing him a little closer until he's sure the older vampire's caught his scent.]

[slipperysoul]

[ It was barely any time at all, truthfully. But Angel practically felt Spike's presence before he smelled it, which came as no surprise to Angel, it never really had. But his own reactions felt all wrong, he wasn't even bristling; nearly slowing to a halt to wait for Spike to catch up before glancing over his shoulder at the other, Angel was all too expectant. ]

Need something?

[rudolphofvamps]

Not a thing. [won't stop him from falling into step with Angel though, squinting an eye like it's bright out when in fact it's pitch. The moon's not even out.] Just isn't usually where you roam.

[slipperysoul]

And? I got bored. [ He's shrugging, acting like it's no big thing, even though he's staring over at Spike in the same instance. ] Not allowed to change my route every once in awhile?

[rudolphofvamps]

It's not like I care. [He snorts, an obvious tell that it's anything but truthful.] Getting any action out here?

[slipperysoul]

Yeah. Loads of it, which is why i'm talking to you. [ But nothing like usual, Angel didn't actually sound sarcastic, vaguely reminiscent of earlier times. ]

[rudolphofvamps]

[His eyes snap warily to Angel's face from his vantage point, fingers sinking deeper into duster pockets. It's not so much what Angel's saying but the edge they hold.]

Didn't need to be here anyway. [Not that it should surprise anyone he's not leaving, despite the defensive words.]

[slipperysoul]

[ Something just felt off and inclined as Angel was to give Spike a shove and head off in some other direction... he couldn't do it. Which was only going further towards the inclination that something was definitely off. ]

But here you are. [ Aaand, right back to the shrugging, absently fussing with the hilt of his sword. ] Stick around. Stay awhile.

[rudolphofvamps]

[That just sends him reeling. He hasn't heard Angel take a tone like that since...]

Stay awhile. Is this a new reverse-psychology thing?

[slipperysoul]

[ For a second or two, Angel ignored Spike's words in favor of rooting around in the back of his head. He was still Angel, right? No extra -us involved?

He was pretty damn sure of that much, so what gives? Was he even concerned anymore? ] To get rid of you? There's always easier ways to do that than resorting to psychology.

[rudolphofvamps]

But you don't want to. [He fills in the gaps with a frown, only pulling out his hands to light a cigarette.] That's new.

[slipperysoul]

New... ish. [ There's another flicker of a stare before Angel's right back to watching the street ahead. ]

[rudolphofvamps]

Be careful what you go around admitting there, pops. [But Spike only seems bewildered, no bite at all to the remark as he takes a drag and steals another sideways glance to his sire.]