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[red_rosenberg]

Continued from HereI peered out the window, my bat-- my hands curling up in my lap as I watched the whole of the outside setting light up completely for a few seconds before dying back down to thick blackness of heavy nighttime rain. "Weird storm," I said with a slight shiver. Outside, I knew it was almost be electrical, if not... just really wet.

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You'll do great at your exams. And Wes/Willow will be here waiting for you! Hi.

[watcher_pryce]

Ready as a beaver? My eyebrow rose at that, but then I chalked it up as one of those American expression I would never understand. I mean, were beavers ready swiftly? I had no idea. I pushed those thoughts away as we made our way down the stairs. We had everything we could possibly need, and then we'd probably still would end up short

Thanks! I freaked out over Maths, but I did okay for English.

[red_rosenberg]

I nodded under the volumous hood as we walked side by side. It was ridiculous - we were tiny compared to the enormity of the storm. The wind blew and lifted my coat and chilled my legs. The rain would change direction and it was like ice cold ocean spray. My teeth chattered, my fingers felt stiff, seeing was a chore. This was insane. But ya know what? When you fight demons on a regular basis and have been doing so for about five or so years? When you're carrying enough magical equipment to make a car run? When you've faced and averted more than one apocolypse? A little rain never hurt anybody. We'd dry

Awwww, *petpet* Math is the sux anyway. YaY! For English!

[watcher_pryce]

It was rather hard to keep standing in this storm. The wind would attack from the left, and then suddenly come from the right. We were both swaying on our feet as we made our way over to the car. Though I had the idea that she was supporting me more then the other way around. Which was only confirmed when I got pushed into the car

10 = 2^x ---wtf man? wtf?

[red_rosenberg]

"Vegetable soup I can do," I agreed, and instantly craved for it right then and there. A nice steaming bowl of soup on my hands. Not now, though. I folded my arms and tucked my fingers into my coat, trying to warm them. This was better, dryer and warmer. I flipped the hood off my head and was glad to find that at least the hair at the back of my head was still dry. Wet bits of hair clung to my cheeks and I pushed them my ears.

"So, uh," I started, glancing out the window. The coursing rain made it difficult to see through, but I swear I saw a bag of trash float down the street. The flooding of L.A. Isn't this meant to be the city of summers? Sheesh.

"The warehouse close by?" I asked, worried that the car would end up floating also. Maybe I should have done some sort of weather-calming spell, though, judging by the storm's ferocity, I kinda doubted it would have any affect, like a bug trying to shift a whole haystack.

Eeeeh! Math!

[watcher_pryce]

Perhaps we should’ve gone on foot. Or even just stayed at home. Because it was bloody hard trying to drive through this weather. The rain was obscuring my vision along with the bright flashes. The thunder nearly rattled my bones. And the wind was pulling the car so hard, I could barely keep it on the road. Not to mention that when this was over? I was most certainly going to get a lecture from Cordy about the wound. Which by now ached from over used muscles that weren’t ready

Re: Eeeeh! Math!

[red_rosenberg]

I winced and tried to peer out the window, the image ever changing as water poured down it in invisible worms. "Is there high ground?" I asked. "Ya know, besides leaping from roof to roof." There was a crash and I jumped, and looked out the window at the trash can that had collided with the door and was now half rolling and half floating down the street. Wesley parked the car - at least it felt like solid ground here, and the wind and water didn't tug at it as much. Twisting around, I peered out the back of the car - the street behind us was almost flooded, but the street before us wasn't quite that - but the water level wasn't guaranteed to stay the same. I knew Wesley was in pain, which was 80% of my reluctance from leaving the comfort of the mostly dry interior of the car

[watcher_pryce]

Parking the car, I leaned on the steering wheel and peered outside. The road behind us was flooding at a rapid speed. The road ahead of us was thankfully going up hill. I suppose it depends on if one is going uphill on foot or downhill when it comes to being thankful. And from the looks of it, we were going to have to move the rest of the way on foot. Bloody lovely

Wet Witches and Watchers, Wes and Willow! (yay alliteration)

[red_rosenberg]

The coat seemed irrelevant, water had soaked me through all over. It was heavy, and try to walk with it was impossible. Shrugging it off, I left it in the care and clung onto the wicca supplies. I knew I could do something about how wet we were - coldness was a little different, unfortunately, and I just knew I'd end up with the sniffles

Dork. ;-P

[watcher_pryce]

Bloody hell, going out in this weather might not have been one of my more brilliant plans. But there wasn't much we could've done about it. There was a magical storm raging around Los Angeles which meant that Angel and Gunn couldn't have done much. I on the other hand would’ve been on my own had Willow not been here at the time. I can't even express who glad I am she is

Nuu, -you're- da dork.

[red_rosenberg]

The energy coming from the back of the warehouse was light heatwaves, and I raised a still dripping hand to block it from my face, which of course was futile. Magic wasn't like heat, and light, it was just there, weak or strong

Muachdorkymuah

[watcher_pryce]

“No, I guess not,” I agreed with her quietly about the locator spell. I was oddly thankful and worried about that at the same time. It may only be a small spell, but we really could use the energy for better things from the looks of it. Which was the part that worried me. Squinting my eyes, I tilted my head and tried to see if we could make out what the hell that was from here. Of course that didn’t work

Dorkydork.

[red_rosenberg]

"It's pretty kinda active, innit?" I said, and looked around the space again. Empty, but it didn't look like it had been unoccupied for too much of a long time. I lifted my chin to stare into the portal, wondering what would happen if I flung myself head first into. By the feel of it, it would probably just spit me out again. There was no suction dragging me towards its mouth - in fact, a slight, warm, tingly breeze blew towards us. When I breathed in, I tasted magicks. Outside, lightning cracked.

"It's gonna get stronger," I murmured, trying to remember all the research I've done on portals, trying to classify this one. "Someone's come out of it... maybe they're planning to get it back in."

The force of the wind outside made the whole building shudder, and I clutched Wesley's hand a little tighter. "We should shut it down..." I looked at him. "Or we could call Angel... or wait for whatever opened this thing to come back to it."

[watcher_pryce]

The magic coming from the portal was enormous. Even I could taste it, felt it making my skin crawl. I could only imagine how it would feel to Willow, who was far more magically inclined then I was. Am. I took a step back, not trusting that thing in the slightest. Nothing ever good came from portals. Especially not one like this which was flooding the whole damn town

[red_rosenberg]

Okay, so, terrifying prospect? Check. Nerve wracking experience? Check. Feeling way out fo my league and wanting to go and hide under the covers for a while? Check. So much for proving I was a hero. I watched the portal pulsate and gape at us in all it's green lit glory. At least it was warm. I squeezed Wesley's hand a little, and wished Buffy was here. Or Angel. Someone with a little more manpower

[watcher_pryce]

“We should get out of the way,” I agree, pulling her behind me as I move even further away from the portal. Swirly thingy, Charles would call it, and then deny knowing anything about ‘swirly thingies’ because ‘sci fi is for whimps’. Only then he’d use much more masculine words as though just watching those movies would somehow dent his confidence in his own masculinity. He and Angel are such odd creatures sometimes

[red_rosenberg]

I breathed in sharply at both the feel of his fingers against my mouth and the door suddenly swinging open, as if it took a cue from Wesley's swift whisper. We were both frozen, and hidden, watching two dark figures stagger into the space, shutting the door with a huge crash that made me jump a little. Slowly, I reached out to hold the athame, just another Wicca supply - save for that unlike the others, it was a pointy knife. The cold handle felt secure in my grasp and I held it firmly, shivering as I kept my eyes on the two... demons? Men