[ There's a sound of pages rustling. With everything that has happened in Taxon - dangerous vampires running amok, crazy people bombing everything regardless of intentions or who they'd hurt - Piper feels as though she should do something. She consults The Book of Shadows and while she's not sure it will work, she decides to give it a try. ]

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The Uroc may be safe, but it hardly cozy. While the outside of the ship glimmers with an odd nacre, it is very dark inside, and the nonsense-topography of random masts, spires, decks, windows and balustrades that pepper its circular bulk hint at the odd warren of passsages inside it. The Brucolac does not lead his guests very far inside, at first. ( Read more... )

The feed cuts on to display that nosy, scar-faced vampire again. He's standing in some sort of dimly-lit steampunk wet dream, surrounded by wheels and levers and pulleys, one hand on each of two large nautical steering wheels, one vertical, one horizontal ( Read more... )

There is a library. For some, a rather familiar-looking one. And the familiar-looking image of Giles standing next to the stacks, pouring over a large and very old volume. It would seem he's finally discovered what the 'aliens' decided to kidnap along with him. Although their sense of time seems to have been just a bit off ( Read more... )

[ the point of this entry is simple. If the mountain will not come to Mohammed, Mohammed will have to call the mountain a spineless bitch until the mountain gets pissed off enough it'll get off its lazy, smug ass and fight. ]

Yo, psycho boy. Not even gonna stop by and say hi?

[ counting down to 'FAITH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING' in three ( Read more... )

Night had fallen on Taxon, but the city wasn't sleeping. Not tonight. Not with Angelus prowling the streets ( Read more... )

[If you listen very faintly you may hear the sound of metal clattering as Wesley speaks, short, serious, and direct.]Angelus is back ( Read more... )

This new land lacked the steady buzz of trade, the rush of transcontinental flights, not to mention the nonstop chatter of the Internet. How can a world exist and be so quiet? Over the years he'd grown accustomed to eking out what little faith he could find along the edges of his providence. Small con jobs formed the base of his power, but ( Read more... )

For the past couple of months - give or take - Ethan Rayne has been in the possession of Taxon's alien overlords, all unknowing. He eventually comes to in the renovated church that he affectionately calls 'delicious blasphemy' (he probably means home - you'd get it if you knew his mother, what a woman), reclining indolently on the floor with his ( Read more... )

As Faith rolls, the tablet is not exactly turned on purposefully. Taxon is treated to the view of one slender arm reaching across the screen-- and a quick glimpse of a tattoo on the upper arm, identifying the owner of said limb-- then pulling back with a huge bag of chips in hand. She's out of view, but after the loud crunching of many gigantic ( Read more... )