Methos is sprawled out on a couch in the common room with a beer in hand, and is, quite bluntly, utterly bored. He's been in the training room with his sword more times than he can count (always when there wasn't someone else there, though he had to stay up pretty late to ensure that Revan had gone to bed); he's wandered into the music room, found ( Read more... )

It's not odd, in a big city, to have tough-looking teenagers with knapsacks wandering the streets. Homeless, runaways, junkies. They harden and they carry all their worldly possessions on their back, and people just... don't look at them.

The girl standing in the lobby of the Conrad Hotel, however, is not homeless, not a junkie, and not a ( Read more... )

It makes sense after what happened with Calisto that there would be a sudden influx of Guardian Angels in Chicago. Broken and hurt people attract those types, after all. And where there is constant threat of danger, there are people who need to be protected, whether they're the angel in question's ward or not. After all, until they actually get a ( Read more... )