Sometime After Tailscassie_of_troyMay 21 2010, 15:40:39 UTC
Cassandra was walking back from her special archery spot. When she stopped to readjust the balance of the quiver over her shoulder, she spotted him. Barney or Billy? Both were listed among the missing, according to Ianto's list, so either one would be a bit surprising. She had yet to determine if the surprise was pleasant or not.
After a few moments of observation, she decided it couldn't possibly be Barney. The gait was all wrong, not to mention the fact that he wasn't soliciting sexual favors from any of the passing demon girls, and there was a population of them present. Billy. Unless, of course, there was now a third one of them running around. In Rowan, that seemed every bit as likely as anything else.
She watched again, resting her knuckles against her lips. Try as she may, she could not pick out a separate, new identity. It had to be Billy. Still, something just felt wrong. Cassandra opened up her senses. There it was. The aura was completely different. Still sparkling like a worldwalker, but the color was
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Cassandra could only shrug. "I should imagine," she said simply. "I've never been there myself, nor am I likely to any time soon but, yes, I should imagine there are books on other things there."
She was actually a bit more than curious about what books the embassy had to offer. With little else to do in her leisure time, aside from practice archery and spy on other people, she found herself lately longing for the possible information she might find in the books. She knew it was only her own stubbornness holding her back, of course, preventing her from going to the embassy, but that was something she could live with.
"You should ask Ianto Jones," she told Billy. "He's very good at labeling, categorizing, and organizing things and he works at the embassy."
Hearing so much about the embassy only fueled Billy's already increasing want to go there. Especially now that it sounded as if a lot of the information he was looking for would be inside of books. Not that he didn't particularly like people, he just wasn't really that social.
"When I stop by there I'll look for him." Then, after a slight pause. "Thank you."
Cassandra nodded slightly. She had found herself observing this Billy, trying to find a way in which he might, perhaps, differ from the other. There was nothing she could find. He possessed the precise same ticks and quirks and facial expressions. He was truly the same person.
This warranted further study. From a distance, of course.
Billy had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach about this woman. Not that she was bad, just...not to be messed with. Not that he had been planning on messing with anyone. He'd still keep that factor in mind.
Nodding he thanked her once more before continuing on the city's path. "Thanks again."
After a few moments of observation, she decided it couldn't possibly be Barney. The gait was all wrong, not to mention the fact that he wasn't soliciting sexual favors from any of the passing demon girls, and there was a population of them present. Billy. Unless, of course, there was now a third one of them running around. In Rowan, that seemed every bit as likely as anything else.
She watched again, resting her knuckles against her lips. Try as she may, she could not pick out a separate, new identity. It had to be Billy. Still, something just felt wrong. Cassandra opened up her senses. There it was. The aura was completely different. Still sparkling like a worldwalker, but the color was ( ... )
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She was actually a bit more than curious about what books the embassy had to offer. With little else to do in her leisure time, aside from practice archery and spy on other people, she found herself lately longing for the possible information she might find in the books. She knew it was only her own stubbornness holding her back, of course, preventing her from going to the embassy, but that was something she could live with.
"You should ask Ianto Jones," she told Billy. "He's very good at labeling, categorizing, and organizing things and he works at the embassy."
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"When I stop by there I'll look for him." Then, after a slight pause. "Thank you."
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This warranted further study. From a distance, of course.
"Good luck," she said.
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Nodding he thanked her once more before continuing on the city's path. "Thanks again."
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