three // action
[ Giles had been doing what he did best for the majority of ZombieCon : Oregon Edition-- fighting the good fight as best he could, keeping out of the way and saving those who needed saving. Having had a bullet removed from his arse beforehand didn't exactly work in his favour, but that's where years, decades of practice with swordsmanship came in. A gun felt unnatural in his hands, but the zombies fell just as easily to any weapon.
Zombies. Honestly. The place must just be one big virtual Hellmouth.
Then, there had been the voice. Unmistakably one of evil intent, but in a tone he just couldn't place. That more than anything is what led Giles to be sitting by the fire this night, staring into the flames with a furrowed brow. There was just too much to cover, and with no research materials, the task appeared insurmountable.
Giles heaved one deep sigh, right from the soul, and raised his tin mug of tea to his lips again. The air was fresh and the trail work was invigorating, but...things were missing. The Watcher muttered an oath under his breath, leaning back again to regard the sky. ]
What I'd give for my books now. I'm sure there's something I'm missing...
Zombies. Honestly. The place must just be one big virtual Hellmouth.
Then, there had been the voice. Unmistakably one of evil intent, but in a tone he just couldn't place. That more than anything is what led Giles to be sitting by the fire this night, staring into the flames with a furrowed brow. There was just too much to cover, and with no research materials, the task appeared insurmountable.
Giles heaved one deep sigh, right from the soul, and raised his tin mug of tea to his lips again. The air was fresh and the trail work was invigorating, but...things were missing. The Watcher muttered an oath under his breath, leaning back again to regard the sky. ]
What I'd give for my books now. I'm sure there's something I'm missing...