He waited in the room. There were bowls and blades. The scent of piss and pain, Zuko's suffering, still soaked the room, but if Harth noticed, he didn't give terr to any discomfort
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"Now, now. Your part is short, Katara," Harth says as he rises. "I've spilled the blood of one bender here. It has a certain potency. I imagine yours will too. Water is an element of healing, but since I couldn't get the little boy's..."
"You would have tried," Harth says, and then carefully comes up-- but goes behind her.
One sharp motion, and he cuts her braid -- right at the back of neck, leaving her hair short, awkward, wild, ragged. He collects it, carefully, and thne sets it aside and then fishes into his pocket.
"There. Give House his vicodin." He tosses it to a magog. "I'll need him functional after this."
The door opened again, and Giles was dragged in. He looked a bit messed up like he tried to fight back. There was a stoic expression on his face, despite the cuts and bruises. He was then tossed in bodily onto the floor.
"Always the stalwart white hats. What did you say about life to Buffy? The goodguys are always known by their white hats-- the badguys always have black hats, or horns..."
He shakes his head, unable to clearly remember the words imparted to another life time, another person, the Girl he wasn't. But he doesn't care. He has work to do, and an appointment with destiny.
"I've found something. Something bigger then this. But to truly use it-- I need you. I need what's in your head... and I have a pure, sweet conduit for it."
A crown of blood-annointed hair from a virgin, dark brown, wiry and rough; one for each of them. Ritual markings on the ground.
"I need your knowedlge, Giles. Just-- think of it-- as training another Slayer. After this? You'll be free to go." He smiles, almost dreamily. "I'll be nearly complete."
He'll be closer to what he is supposed to be-- but still, still, so far apart.
"Buffy. Kendra. Faith. The Many. How many of them could I name? Kennedy, Amanda--"
He could rattle off names all night. He could. But he doesn't. He just smirks, and then lifts the crown over Giles head.
"If you move, and disrupt the ritual, Slow Death will break both you arms." The magog stood ready. "I trust you are not stupid enough to defy me so far. You will live too train another Slayer-- and possibly end me-- if you simply... cooperate. Just once."
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Well, he shrugs. Cie la vie.
"Make her kneel, Slow Death."
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One sharp motion, and he cuts her braid -- right at the back of neck, leaving her hair short, awkward, wild, ragged. He collects it, carefully, and thne sets it aside and then fishes into his pocket.
"There. Give House his vicodin." He tosses it to a magog. "I'll need him functional after this."
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He shakes his head, unable to clearly remember the words imparted to another life time, another person, the Girl he wasn't. But he doesn't care. He has work to do, and an appointment with destiny.
"I've found something. Something bigger then this. But to truly use it-- I need you. I need what's in your head... and I have a pure, sweet conduit for it."
A crown of blood-annointed hair from a virgin, dark brown, wiry and rough; one for each of them. Ritual markings on the ground.
"I need your knowedlge, Giles. Just-- think of it-- as training another Slayer. After this? You'll be free to go." He smiles, almost dreamily. "I'll be nearly complete."
He'll be closer to what he is supposed to be-- but still, still, so far apart.
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He eyed the crown, and sternly, "You're not a Slayer. You never should have existed."
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He could rattle off names all night. He could. But he doesn't. He just smirks, and then lifts the crown over Giles head.
"If you move, and disrupt the ritual, Slow Death will break both you arms." The magog stood ready. "I trust you are not stupid enough to defy me so far. You will live too train another Slayer-- and possibly end me-- if you simply... cooperate. Just once."
The woven crown descends.
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