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 Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 4:15 pm
Hyperion_Hell CONNOR RUSHES INTO THE BEDROOM THE SCREAMING WAS COMING FROM, GRABBING THAT KENNEDY GIRL BY THE SHOULDERS AND HAULING HER INTO A SITTING POSITION.
"HEY... HEY SHHHH. SHSHSH... IT'S OK... WAKE UP..."
HE WIPES HER FACE WITH THE SLEEVE OF HIS SHIRT,GLANCING AT FAITH.
"WHAT THE ******** IS UP?"
(IS FAITH IN THE ROOM WITH HER OR NO?) Yes, Miss Faith is in here. She just has not posted for a bit.~Magalabuddy (TY - EDIT AND TRYING MY HAND AT CURSING, SINCE CONNOR IS, IN FACT, A YOUNG MAN RAISED ON QARTOK. SP.) (SHE STILL HASN'T POSTED, SO I GOTTA MAKE UP SOME s**t.) CONNOR HAD GONE TO BED AFTER FAITH FELL ASLEEP, AND WOKE UP SOMETIME AFTER MIDNIGHT, DYING OF THIRST. HE HEADED DOWN THE STAIRS, PLANNING ON HEADING TO THE KITCHEN, BUT HEARD HIS FATHER'S VOICE FROM BELOW, AND WENT DOWN TO THE COMMON ROOM INSTEAD.
"HEY DAD.. HEY LORNE. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING UP SO DAMN LATE?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 5:04 pm
Fred stood there, just inside the doorway, and smiled shyly at Wesley.
She was plum stumped on what to say. Just lately, she'd been looking at Wesley in a different way. In fact, she'd been a mite sprung on dear Wes, and the way she figured it, enough time had passed since Gunn and her had called it off.
That idn't whatcherr here for, is it? No, Winifred, it surely idn't.
"I can't find Angel... or Lorne... or Gunn, or heck, Wesley, I can't find anyone!"
Her accent tended to be more noticeable when she got excited.
"Is there somethin' goin' on, and you - you men are just not plannin' on tellin' me? Cuz that just is not right, ya know."
She put both hands on her slim waist, accentuating her frailness instead of highlighting her seriousness like she'd planned. ((miss michelle would like to once again remind everyone not to put signatures in here, thanks.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:07 pm
Torca Andrew heard someone knocking. "Who's that?" he asked, but there was no response. He tried again, but still, no response. He hung up, assuming that something had suddenly come up. He turned to Buffy to say something, and realized that Buffy, in fact, was not there. He left the basement, looking for her in the kitchen, then went further upstairs. He spotted her just outside a room, and went up to greet her. "Hey Buffy, what's the hell happened?" His voice changed from mildly conversational to concerned as he saw Atticus through the open door. Buffy half-smiled tiredly at Andrew, and began walking downstairs. SHe was now just beyond tired, and wanted some cocoa. "Uh.. Atticus had a little bit of a fight with.."She realized she'd never actually found out who Atticus had fought with that night. Sneaky little... "Well, apparantly there was a fight. I just wanted to yell at him for bleeding on my carpet."She wasn't sure how much to divulge to Andrew- at least til Giles came back to say it was ok to trust him. "Want some cocoa?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:18 pm
Andrew looked into Atticus' bedroom, seeing him laying down, probably asleep. He reached in with one hand and turned off the lights, then closed the door shut behind him as he followed Buffy. "Cocoa sounds good." He would have to figure out exactly what had happened later. More of these so-called Demon Puppets? Why were they after him, anyways?
"You sobered up?" he asked as they descended the stairwell. That was good. Drunk Buffy hadn't been big on the coherent earlier.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:23 pm
"Oh, God, yes," she snorted. Buffy entered the hallway and into the kitchen, where she walked directly to the refridgerator.
"And it's a good thing too, cuz I met Oz's great-uncle Billy Bob Scary Beast. I'm talking huge nasty hairy thing. Huge, I said."
She pulled out the half empty gallon of milk, happy there was some still in the house.
"Andrew, Huge. Can you get the cocoa powder?"
She reached abover her head, grabbing a copper-bottomed pot in which to boil the milk.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:34 pm
He nodded and, through some sort of divine luck, found the cocoa powder in the first cabinet he opened. He handed it to her. "Huge and hairy? Should we be researching?" He got out two cups, one for each of them, and leaned against the counter while he watched her prepare the drinks. [[[I swear to god Andrew is so hard. [Perverts.] Especially since when I type something I know exactly how he's saying it and I can totally see/hear him, and then I read it again and I'm like. What? ._.;]]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:43 pm
Buffy didn't do that whole measuring thing. She dumped the entire half gallon into the pot and turned the heat on medium low. This could be why Dawn hates me cooking for her. How bout that?"Well, Andrew," she began, shooting a questioning look in his direction, "I didn't feel scared. I don't know what it was, and I didn't kill it. Which takes points away from me... but my gut said to leave it be. So, I left it."She grabbed the cocoa, looked at it, and then the pot, considering. She shrugged, then dumped about a fourth of the cocoa in, and then pulled a metal spoon out of one of the dozens of drawers and began to stir the chocolatey mess. "But if you wanna research, I'd go with Huge Hairy Wolf Beast from Hell."((MISS MICHELLE JUST LAUGHED HER a** RIGHT OFF THE CHAIR. THANK YOU.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:48 pm
Andrew pseudo-stealthily dipped a finger in the chocolatey mess, then proceeded to suck it off his finger. "I don't know. Let sleeping hairy wolf beasts from hell lie." He glanced towards where the stairs would be, through the door to the kitchen. "Whatever's getting to Kennedy seems like a bigger deal anyways. I thought demon things were supposed to stay away from slayers." He made a motion to dip a slightly-spitty finger into the chocolate again.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:02 pm
Buffy just felt everything click.
Kennedy, the wolf thing...
Nope, no click.. just almost there, nearly there.. she almost had something.
She raised an eyebrow and told him, "Don't put that finger back in there. We don't double dip the cocoa."
She flicked the spoon in his general direction.
"Marshmallows, and damn, I forgot to make that soup. And demons never obey."
She headed to the other cabinet and brought out 2 cans of chicken broth.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:10 pm
Andrew quickly withdrew his finger, taking the spoon and taking over her mixing. "Clem always seemed to take orders very well." He watcher her start to make soup as he stirred. "Uh, don't you think it's a little late for soup? It's already tommorow." He motioned at the clock on the oven with the chocolatey spoon, accidentally slinging said chocolate onto the blonde Slayer.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:14 pm
"Oh crap-" she caught an eyeful of chocolate. "Oh crap! Thanks Andrew, I'll take over the task of stirring. It can be pretty daunting." She held out one hand for the spoon, and used the other to wipe at her eye, catching sight of the end of her hair, also a bit chocolatey.
"It's done, anyway. And I'll just.. well, they're sleeping, and I told Faith to get some real rest."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:28 pm
Andrew handed her the spoon and continued to lean over the counter, face cupped in his hands. "We should probably sleep too, I'm tired." He gave an exaggerated stretch and yawn. "I don't know about sleeping when there are people outside the house. There's too many people to keep track of, it seems." He looked around the kitchen, as if expecting to find the slayer's sister under a napkin. "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Dawn for a while. Isn't it a little late for her to be out?" And there was a hairy demon wolf on the loose. The blonde turned his face, still in hands, towards the slayer, doubt in his eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:34 pm
She poured some of the mixture into two huge mugs.
"Sit, drink, then bed."
She sat.
"Not with me."
She drank.
"And I warned Dawn. She said she's a big girl, so, whatever. I'm not her mother," she said bitterly, then took another sip. Hot.
"You never said how England was, Andy."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:45 pm
He took a deep drink of his cocoa. "Like America, except everyone's gay." He put his mug to his forehead, letting the heat spread through his face, then set it down on the counter. "I like sleep, especially if there's going to be another Big Bad coming.
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