016: [ visual ] / [ location: hyperion hotel ] Creative ways to deal with things

[glowingseer]

The tablet turns on, and Taxon is treated to a view of a table overflowing with... cleaning materials. There's some wax in there, and some cleanser, and the all-reliable wood polisher. There's even some bottles fit for cleaning sharp weapons. Also? Several wicked looking ragsIn fact, Cordelia picks up one of those rags and begins to attack the

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[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[glowingseer]

See Angel, one of these days you and Cordelia should actually talk about your expressions. Your 'lost' look is number three.

"What are you--" She then turns to look at her cleanser. True enough - lemon-scented. Cordelia lifts it and shakes it at him.

"Angel. You do realize that if ever I did have a vision, I'll be hollering your name, right?" She lowers the bottle and gets right back to cleaning.

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[glowingseer]

...well yeah, there is that factor.

Cordelia watches as he takes the sword away from her. No biggie; not like they don't have a gazillion more of them in the cabinet. In fact, she goes over there and gets Gunn's trusty axe. She grins at him because really, Angel babbling like a dork? Cutest thing ever.

"I know I don't have to," she says, walking to the counter, her expression somber again. "I just...it's just..." Cordelia pauses for a moment. "Angel, when was the last time you talked to Doyle?"

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[demonmagnetism]

"Is there some kind of bio-threat we should be aware of, Cordy?"

This from a curious looking Xander who is wondering why on earth Cordelia is cleaning everything in sight.

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[glowingseer]

"Oh my god Xander, didn't you get the memo?"

This is Cordelia, trying to sound scared and succeeding quite beautifully (to her) at it.

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[demonmagnetism]

Alas Cordelia, he is skeptical. Very very.

"You know, contrary to popular misconception, I wasn't actually born yesterday."

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[glowingseer]

What? That was her best 'end of the world' face and tone! That's just Oscar-worthy acting, there!

"And that's just sad. You were probably cuter as a baby than you are as an adult."

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[supercompacted]

Fred decides not to ask over the tablet and instead just heads down the stairs. "Ooo, weapon cleaning. Want any help with that? We could do all of them, make them all supershiny."

Yes, it's obvious the weapons don't really need it. She figures that company of the speaking or non-speaking kind might be helpful.

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[glowingseer]

"Hi, Fred," Cordelia greets, putting down the sword and smiling at the other woman. "Yep, that's what I'm thinking. We'll never know when we're gonna use these things here - so might as well clean them, just in case."

Angel had already told her she didn't have to do them, but when was he ever the boss of her?

...aside from those times, shh.

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[supercompacted]

"We can take inventory, too, since I bet Angel hatched a few more when he got here. I'm sort of surprised I haven't hatched anything like that yet, actually," she notes. Maybe it's the presence of the Hyperion, but she feels far more comfortable here than she did back in LA.

She heads to the weapons closet and comes back with a few axes clutched in her arms, which she sets down next to Cordelia. "I know I've probably said this a few dozen times, but man, is it nice to be back here. Even if 'here' isn't exactly where I remember..." She grabs some of the cleanser and a rag and gets started on an axe.

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[glowingseer]

"And being a wuss, didn't bother writing what he got down? Come to think of it, I haven't seen this sword before..." Cordelia lifts the broadsword and swings it in a downward arc. "Huh."

She then nods at what Fred said. "I know what you mean. I've been here... what, seven or eight months? And sometimes even I forget that we're not in LA. I still keep waiting for a client or someone in need of help to come in, to be honest." Time to change rags! Cordelia goes to the table and grabs a new one. "How are you holding up with the whole kidnapped situation?"

[Voice]

[tothelightshown]

I didn't know they sold swords in the mall.

[Voice]

[glowingseer]

They don't - these are all mine. Well, technically not just mine, like my group's.

[ she tries to place the voice. ] DG, right?

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[tothelightshown]

And your group is made up of a couple of medieval knights?

That's me.

[Voice]

[glowingseer]

[ she chuckles. ] You could say that. Except we're not medieval. Or, you know - knights. Just a couple of sword-enthusiasts, if you will.

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[an_ex_watcher]

[if you don't mind the insane backtag?]

"Anytime is a good time for a weapons inventory?"

It's a statement, but Wesley phrases it as a question: he doubts Cordelia would start randomly cleaning weapons unless there was something troubling her. He's up in his room at the moment, but he's been keeping one eye on the tablet all day.

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[glowingseer]

[ not at all! ♥ ]

"Hey Wes," she greets, giving him a small smile. Cordelia lowers the sword. "Yep, that's what I'm thinking, although I'm sure you're gonna make me do it again since, you know, my way isn't your way and therefore not the proper way."

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[an_ex_watcher]

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Wesley returns her smile and chuckles softly. "Having the ability to hatch any weapon one might care to wield somewhat lessens the importance of keeping a thoroughly organized weapons cabinet."

A sudden memory strikes him, and his smile turns into a half-grin. "Do you recall the last inventory we did? When we 'explained' Angel and Buffy to Fred?"

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[glowingseer]

"It does, doesn't it?" Cordelia agrees. "Plus, if ever one gets damaged - no biggie, just hatch a duplicate. Not that we have an excuse to actually damage any of these things."

At the reminder, she laughs. "Even more so than you. It was months ago my time, after all." Oh, those fun LA times - they feel like they happened a long, long time ago.