[ Holo | Location: Sanctuary ]

[prophecy_boy]

He was sure something with the ritual had gone wrong. Not that there was much that could go right, he corrected himself, the sick, heavy feeling that had settled in his stomach so many hours beforehand still refusing to let up. He blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting and scenery; he had gone from a dark warehouse

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[prophecy_boy]

The expression that flickered across Connor's face in reply was one of anger, though he fought to suppress it. Losing his temper was something he did far too often, and it hardly ever yielded positive results. Instead of lashing out, he gave a single, stiff nod, accepting Angel's answer for the time being. Was it wrong, he wondered, that he was relieved to have been pulled from that grisly scene? He was still worried about what would become of Cordy, but over the past few days, it had become more and more obvious to him that something was wrong with her. He hadn't known how to get away and make things right. This place had done part of that for him.

He couldn't help feeling guilty over being even the smallest bit relieved.

"The hotel is here?" was all he said out loud, making an effort to swallow the rest of it down. There was a lot to talk about aside from the hotel; Angel seemed different, Angel seemed to know so much more than he did, and appeared remarkably calm compared to Connor's recent memory. Clearly, there was a lot to discuss. But right now wasn't the time.

[prophecy_boy]

The concept was more than a little puzzling for him. Had Angel arrived with the hotel beside him? Had it been waiting just outside that strange room? Or had it been elsewhere in the city and he'd just happened to come across it? He frowned as he looked downwards, appraising himself.

"I didn't come with anything." Not as far as he could tell, anyway.

[prophecy_boy]

"Alright." Connor nodded in reply, opening the passenger's side door for himself and sliding into the seat without much of the grace that often shone through when he was hunting. It took him a minute to make himself comfortable, and he shifted in the seat a few times before pulling the door closed and fumbling with the seatbelt.

He frowned, folding his arms over his chest. "... who else is here that we know? Faith said hello to me. Willow, too."

[prophecy_boy]

"Drusilla," Connor echoed thoughtfully, wondering if she had been the woman who had contacted him and not given her name. She had called him "little brother." He knew Drusilla from stories, from the history lessons Holtz had given him in an attempt to shape him into tool for revenge, from the simpler explanations Angel had given him of events long since past.

"She talked to me, I think. She's strange."

[prophecy_boy]

Connor listened as patiently as he was able, processing the information as it came. Another vampire that broke the supposed rules. 'Safe.' As if there really were such a thing. Not even humans were entirely safe, he'd come to learn. He'd never understood that until recently. In Quor'toth it had been just him and Holtz against everything else, against all the demons, with vampires just fairy tale monsters that he had been promised he would meet someday.

And now, as time went on, everything he had come to learn about vampires, everything he had come to understand, he was forced to make exceptions for. Mostly in Angel's case, and though he had been reluctant to do so at first and still harbored his fair share of hesitation, he was coming to terms with the fact that Angel really was different. But this Drusilla? She didn't even have a soul.

"So even without a soul," he went on to confirm, "She can't hurt anyone. What if the chip stops working? What then?" And what was a chip, anyway. Like a potato chip? That seriously made no sense.

Whatever.

[prophecy_boy]

Connor, too, remained silent for the remaining duration of the car ride, staring out the window with his fingertips resting against the glass as they went. The architecture here had no real theme, and though he was still rather new to the world, he knew enough to realize that what he was seeing was to be considered abnormal. It was strange and had a jarring effect; everything seemed just a little out of place. He supposed that was how most of the citizens felt, too. It would be hard, he thought, not to feel out of place here.

He let himself out once the car had been put into park outside the hotel, shutting it behind him before turning to examine the front walk. It was just as he remembered it. So coming to this place hadn't changed the hotel at all, except for its inhabitants.

"Looks just the same," he voiced aloud, glancing to Angel before he started to make his way up the front walk. "Inside, too? Nothing's changed from LA?"