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ooc: Goodness Storm and Isabel...could you two be more challenging? Let me know if I need to change anything. I hope I got it all
~Xander~
"Xan don't confuse the tourists. Besides, we both know you havent been to sunnydale in a few years." Angel says as he continues down the staircase. I turn to him looking completely confused.
"Thanks," The one named Zeus said turning to Angel as well. "What's your name? Can you tell us a bit more about this place?
I open my mouth to make one of my usual smart remarks when the earth starts to tremble. I grab hold to the counter next to me and ride the wave. Having lived in California all of my life, and of course the strange events of Sunnydale, I was used to the occassional earthquake here and there. But this one...as the shaking continued, felt different. There were loud noises that accompanied it like I'd never heard before.
Once the trembling earth settled I looked around to find the girl completely terrified and practically hanging onto the man beside her. Angel was still standing at the bottom of the staircase, his hands holding tightly to the railing.
"That..." I started to say when I felt a wind rush past me and a woman appeared out of nowhere dancing around the pillars and singing.
"How much is that doggie in the window? The one with the waggily tail." She chants happily.
"Ok, things have just gotten stranger." I say looking at her as she smiles at us but I see her sight is set on the man standing behind me.
Another breeze of wind sweeps past me and just beyond the woman another figure appears. At first I can't see who it is but as the first woman shifts I see blazing red hair and my heart stops while my stomach clenches tightly. I feel paralyzed with fear.
"I knew it." I growl as I finally get my body to move and raise the sword still in my hand. "I knew this is some sick game you are playing." Anger surprisingly sweeps over me as I see each of my friend's deaths again. My feet propel me forward toward my intended target. "No more." I cry lifting the sword high with two hands as the one who tried to kill me turns toward me.
I can't understand it. The wards are in place, and I can still feel a resonance of Anya and the others, but the scrying hadn't worked. What was wrong with this picture? "Where are they?" I mutter as I begin to go through the shelves of the shop, picking up different items that for some reason I felt I'd need. Once the bag I usually carried had been filled, I hefted it over my shoulder and moved back to the table where the map was located.
"Open windows, open doors, I seek to see, I seek to soar." I began, but before I could complete the spell I was trying to work, loud crashing began around me and there was a trembling in the earth. "Oh hell." I mutter as I grab onto the table to help steady me. Once the world seemed to still, I released it and prepared to continue when suddenly I felt the energy around me shimmer and the shop dimmed before seeming to blink out.
The next thing I saw, it looked as though I was in some hotel. "I knew it." I hear a familiar voice seeming to be raised in anger. "I knew this is some sick game you are playing." My vision blurs for a moment and I wait to steady myself. "No more." I turn just as I see Xander coming toward me with the obvious intent to kill.
I feel my eyes widen in surprise and with a quick gesture and short chant, I keep my hands held out before me, a small sphere of protection containing me. "Xander, what are you doing? It's me, Will. You know, your best friend since as long as we can remember?" I can't understand why he'd be looking at me like I was some sort of monster.
I realize then that maybe he's thinking back to the time period after Tara was killed when I went a little power hungry. "Look, I'm better now. No crazy power trip here or anything." I say, letting the sphere stay in place as I glance around, "Angel? Long time no see." I remember a time when Buffy had been heartbroken when Angel had left. Now, it seemed Buffy had also left.
I wanted to know what was going on, learn what I could about everything. I turned back to face Xander as I spoke again, "Somethings very wrong here. I tried to scry and find you, Anya, Dawn and Giles. It wouldn't work and yet here you are.. where are we?" I knew that as long as I had the sphere in place, the sword he held wouldn't be able to hit me, but I also knew that this magic took a great deal out of me so I couldn't hold it forever.
Silently, I prayed, Goddess, guide and protect me as I continue to walk in Your path of light.
I can't help but feel shaken up when the ground starts to tremble beneath me. I've never felt anything like it before and I have images flood through me from before the virus when I'd see things on television. Was this really an earthquake? I felt my hands tremble and without thinking, took a step closer to Zeus, putting my hand on his arm. I didn't say anything, couldn't say anything.
As I watched things around me, I couldn't believe my eyes. Two women appeared with very little time in between them. The first had dark hair and spoke in a sing song manner, "How much is that doggie in the window? The one with the waggily tail." I want to ask her what she's talking about, but my attention is averted unfortunately.
The next woman seems to cause something in this guy Xan to snap as he says something, "I knew it. I knew this is some sick game you are playing." Suddenly, she's moving toward her with the sword upraised, and I feel my eyes widen and my unoccupied hand begin to shake. "No more."
The girl turns and suddenly there's a soft shimmer of light around her and I note that the sword is stopped as he brings it down in an arc. "Xander, what are you doing? It's me, Will. You know, your best friend since as long as we can remember?" She seems to be trying to get through to him and it's obvious they know each other.
"Look, I'm better now. No crazy power trip here or anything." She begins and then looks at the other guy, "Angel? Long time no see."
She turns back to looking at Xander, "Somethings very wrong here. I tried to scry and find you, Anya, Dawn and Giles. It wouldn't work and yet here you are.. where are we?"
Power trip? Scry? The strange light? "You're a witch." I can't help but say and then when she turns to look at me, I meet her eyes and see her smile.
"Yes, I am." She replies simply and then turns back with a serious expression toward Xander.
I simply fall silent and force myself to let go of Zeus, moving back to the wall and sliding down to sit with my back against it. This was all too weird. Everything I'd known seemed to be coming crashing down. I begin to regret having come out of the kitchen with the knife in hand. I should have simply stayed there and finished what I'd started because this was too much.
Last edited by StormWolfstone on Fri Jul 29, 2005 5:07 am, edited 1 time in total.
The usual prenote: If anything needs edited that cant be worked around tell me Plus the following key applies to Angel:
Red Letters: Means he's using his Dominance as sire, which he'll find fast doesnt work
Blue Letters: He's using the gift from Melinda.
Indigo(Purple): When he uses both at once (Which will happen now, not knowing he has this new ability he cant control it yet)
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Angel
The Quake passes as quick as it came it seems, but that does nothing to placate me. I've been around for Centuries and while quakes are more common in some areas I've learned it is hardly a good sign. It means something is comeing or already here and I hope thats not the case. Judging by the confused people before me, myself quickly being added I'm Betting the ladder.
"I knew it.", Xander growls savagely as the lights briefly dim. In that breif time I feel the hair on the back of my neck raise and I can feel the charge of magick in the air. The light restores and to my surprise willows standing there... Could that quake have been willows? "I knew this is some sick game you are playing. No More", he goes to strike willow.
"Xander, what are you doing? It's me, Will. You know, your best friend since as long as we can remember?", she says stopping his blows. "Angel? Long time no see.", she says with forced casualness.
I can see the strain of the magick in her eyes and its clear Xander wont stop.
"Alexander Lavelle Harris!", I bellow making my voice echo though the hotel. Im pissed at Xanders additude, but also very worried by it. Even when I was Angelus Xander never wanted to hurt willow. At my words everyone stops seeming to stumble back with the force of it. Even willows shield frickers. "Hand over my sword!" I say and take it befor he can react.
"I dont know what the hell is going on, but being reckless is not helping", I growl my temper flaring again with mixed emotions.
OOC: Just a reminder, for those characters that have powers that they are unaware of, at times these powers until control is gained (or Medina chooses to give them control) will have wild backlashes.... thus the blue that was seen in Antarprince's post will be something that effects everyone in the building.... but it doesn't mean it will always be that way. Wild magic can be rather.... timultuous at first.
Thus... those in the hotel would have suddenly been overcome with a broad mixture of emotion.... or however you each want to word it. Anger being most prominent of those emotions.
ooc: This got somewhat longer than I intended. ^^; Medina's dialog and a brief descip of her before I got my hands on it *heh* was all provided by Storm.
"Black is the Colour of my True Love's Hair"
{~*~ Rance ~*~}
Locations: Irish Village: the pub then to Main Street
The silence in the pub was near deafening, it was closed for an entire week out of respect of Pappy, to let a period of mourning pass. It had always been full of the sound of patrons humming out of tune with whatever musicians had been playing there that night playing their ol’ drinking songs and comedic ditties, people laughing, and my Uncle shouting out orders to the back kitchen. The site of Uncle serving up the pints and slapping them down on the bar, overflowing and sloshing up the side with stout and Pappy following behind him to wipe it up so that the ancient but gleaming wood of the counter was always clean.
I sat at one counter, two empty mugs of stout and one half finished in front me, sitting on one of the well-used barstools with not much cushioning left to it, but no one dare complain, everyone loved this place so much. And now… nothing would ever be the same.
Wolf had been sitting just a stool over when Uncle handed us two aged manila envelopes, creased from much usage, and dirty from being stored for several years. In each one it stated in Pappy’s handwriting, but faded in places, the situation that caused Wolf and me to become brothers and all the circumstances that surrounded it and what exactly had been happening in Ireland at that time. We were but wee children of three years. I sat there on the stool stunned into stillness but Wolf let his anger take over, he stood up so abruptly his stool crashed to the old wood flooring, gripping the documents, wringing them before he threw them to the floor. I had tried to stop him, but he just shoved me aside and stormed out of the pub.
The tension between us had always been there since Myko had left me, she had left us both. Things would never be the same.
I buried my face in my folded arms on the counter and I couldn’t keep from remembering that terrible week. My heart had stopped when I learned what Myko had done, my first love and only love. Myko who I spent hours writing music with, laying in her lap at the stream as she wrote her own, it hadn’t been some teenage crush. Lasting for nearly over four years should have count for something, all those nights we snuck out, our secret trysts. Those summer storms that would rise and we’d race for shelter at the shack, huddled in a blanket. Innocent we may have been at first, but not after all that time.
All those secrets we kept of our young love because were the same secrets that she had been keeping with Wolf. I knew somewhere deep down in me about it, how he’d study her when no one was watching during band practice, how sometimes he’d come home late, making me swear not to tell Pappy, and that expression he had back then, it wasn’t of a young man that was causing trouble, it was happiness that I saw sometimes in my own face. We had started to fight, often the arguments ended up with fists and black eyes, and we started to pressure her to choose between us, but…
I knew it, but my heart always denied it, believing that love was stronger than anything. It was love that had somehow held such an unusual family together, love that had brought Myko to me, love that had also taken her to Wolf, and that same love that kept her from choosing and leaving me… us, forever. Love was nothing without hardship, and that had just as easily turned to hate with Wolf and broke my heart, taking my passion for music with it.
Rubbing at the scars in my palms absentmindedly, I caught myself and pulled at my sleeves to cover them. I seemed to only wear black anymore, since it seemed to suit my mood. I felt someone come up from behind me, and looked up at the mirror behind the bar and saw a woman it its reflection. Was this some ghost that chose to wander in, this village was steeped with legend, stories, and myths after all. I turned in the stool to face her, the bar was closed and locked so I had no idea how she got in.
Her flowing silver hair that was like moonlight, and not graying from age, which was what I noticed first, it hung about her loosely, flowing with the intensity of a river surrounding her form. Her eyes pulled me in next, vibrant emeralds, with flecks of sterling silver and energetic violet sparks in their depths. Like the newly dug out rough stones that beg for you to seek out their hidden secrets. She was garbed in a rich dark velvet gown with silver embroidery stitching of rising phoenix over the bodice. It trails just shy of mid calves, which are covered in soft skin leather riding boots over her delicate feet and ankles.
For some odd reason, maybe it was the way she stood or how she held herself, but she didn’t have the hardship of person which would weigh on your shoulders to hold her to the ground, feet that could just as easily walk across an undisturbed lake and not cause a ripple.
Slowly, the woman smiled and held her hand out before her, "It does nae do ye justice, lad, to be moping about 'ere." She began, "There isn't time to explain at the moment, but there is somewhere you need to be. So, stand up and get ready." She said simply, as in her hands appeared his Viola, wood pipe and bag. She pushed these things toward him with a grin. "Brooding isn't how your life is to be spent, my Irish lad. You'll see soon what your future holds."
Growing up in the village, one becomes used to the legends and most believe without doubt in their hearts. It’s just a matter of whether you’re the one of few to chance upon the magic or are simply blind to it.
I managed to sling my bag over my neck and gripped my wood pipe in one hand as I cradled the case in my arms. She had given me my most cherished items that I carried with me when traveling, my unfinished music, blank sheets, and a sketchpad that I hadn’t used in ages. I was speechless, was this to be my death and she was my true druid guide to take me to be reborn? I couldn’t help but wonder.
She laughed as she watched and then spoke again, "For a musical genius, you certainly don't say much." She reached out, placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled. "I'm rather certain you'll find plenty to say where we're going. Just remember Rance, not everything is as bleak as it may feel. New hope rises from ashes, just as something else can rise from sorrow." There was a pause before she tilted her head back a moment and grinned as though seeing something before looking back down, "Where you are going, Wolf can never go. This is just for you." For a moment, her form shimmered and she looked like Myko, but only a moment, then she was once more herself.
She had known, without me realizing that I had thought about Wolf and when the image of Myko overlapped hers for a moment, I gasped. Something had happened to her, “Tis’ me death, then an’ yer takin’ me to ‘er grave, before… movin’ me on?”
The woman laughed and shook her head, "Neither of ye ‘ave died, lad. Nor will either o’ ye face that at the moment. Ye ‘ave much t’ live fer." Without another word, a glow began to surround them and she smiled. Moments passed before the glow had surrounded them completely, "An’ now, ye shall walk a new path." She said and she was gone in the blink of an eye.
A strange light about her glowed blindingly bright and then once my eyes clears I found myself standing outside in the middle of a wide sidewalk, like you’d find in Dublin, this definitely wasn’t the village. The street was empty of cars, which for Dublin would be quite strange. I saw a couple of people crossing the street heading to a building, both had black hair, and their clothing was a mighty too small for both. Before they entered the building, the lad who was following the most spirited lass inside bumped into the neck of my Viola case, that was still cradled in my arms where She had put it. It seemed almost like as if they hadn’t noticed me there.
ooc: I know that Lex and Tai-San haven’t exactly entered the ‘building’ yet, but I they will I promise.
"Xander, what are you doing? It's me, Will. You know, your best friend since as long as we can remember?" The witch says as I come charging toward her. She sounds so sincere but that's how she got to Dawn. She tried to act as if there was nothing wrong with her, that she hadn't just killed the others.
She throws up a protective shield just as my sword swings down making it miss it's target.
"Angel? Long time no see." She says as she turns briefly to Angel trying to fool him also with the trembling voice as if she were an innocent.
"Somethings very wrong here. I tried to scry and find you, Anya, Dawn and Giles. It wouldn't work and yet here you are.. where are we?"
"NO!" I scream as she says their names. I raise the sword again trying to break through her spell. She will not kill more people. I refuse to allow it.
"Alexander Lavelle Harris!" Angel screams at me as my sword once more is deflected from my intended target.
Suddenly my arms become weak and I feel as if it weighed two hundred pounds. I look at Willow and feel so much anger toward her. She was once my best friend, the one I could always count on to be there but then she killed everyone I loved or cared about. Ok, so my parents were that big of a deal, in fact she did me a favor there but the way she did it made their death long and torturous.
As I watch her, I feel overwhelmed with emotions, but anger was the strongest and it was all directed toward Willow.
"Hand over my sword!" Angel says as he quickly takes the weapon. My legs seem to give away and I fall to my knees feeling some many emotions inside of me. I just don't know whether to laugh or cry. I wake in some strange place just moments after Willow tries to kill me to find Angel and three strangers around me. Then Willow shows up acting as she didn't know that she killed all our friends.
"I dont know what the hell is going on, but being reckless is not helping"
"You already know, Liz. I'll follow whatever path you decide to lead. So, what do you want to do?" Isabel says, and I can feel my eyes widen in surprise. This is defiantely not my Isabel. I'd never seen her be so compliant about following anyone.
Well, okay. Maybe that's not true. She's stood by me often when Michael was arguing some rash course of action. But this just feels different. Complete and utter ... I'm not sure. Subservience? Devotion? It looks so strange on Isabel.
Not to mention how odd her question is. Haven't Liz and I both said several times that we need to get outside and look around. Find other people and see what they know? Why does Isabel feel the need to ask that now?
I shake my head in amazement as I step up to the door leading to the street. Just as push the door open, the whole building shakes. I can feel the stair beneath my feet twist and the wall trembles. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stops.
"That's not a good sign," I say, once again pushing through the door and stepping out into the street. I know it's not Roswell and I shouldn't expect it to be, but I still find myself comparing it. Afterall, I am in the UFO Center.
Outside, it's daylight and I can see the Crashdown across the street, just as Liz described. The rest of the street, however, isn't quite right. There's a hotel only a few dozen yards away and the more familiar establishements are all gone. There's a magic shop and another large building down the way.
The spookiest thing of all is that there's no people out here.
I know what Isabel is doing with her words…showing me that just because there’s this ‘Max’…she’s still looking on me to be the leader… Part of me is grateful, although my expression doesn’t show it, for that confidence she is showing in me…
Another part would like to be able to stand down, and let someone else take over, but while that used to be my place, it’s not anymore… ‘Bonding’ with Max meant that I gained the seal, and after he died, that seal was activated… My powers grew, showing by themselves what had happened…
*Thanks Isabel* I send through our connection, not wanting to say it outloud.
I can see that this Max is getting impatient, along with perhaps being a little puzzled by Isabel’s words… He’ll probably be thinking that Michael would be second in line…not little old me…
Max steps towards the door and I look over at Isabel as I follow. *On this occasion I agree with him, but don’t worry, I won’t let him push us around* I tell her, trying to keep my tone light although the message is serious. He’s not my leader, and nor will I act as though he were such.
As he opens the door, suddenly the floor begins to shake and I brace myself against the rail next to me for a moment until it passes. Earthquakes…well I’m thinking we’re definitely not in Roswell – even if I didn’t already know that…
“Not a good sign…”
I nod slightly, following him back out onto the street. I wait while Isabel joins us, and take a look around. The woman that was lying on the floor when I arrived has gone now it seems…and in fact, the whole street seems empty…
Across the road is the Crashdown of course – hardly somewhere I want to go back to, and then there’s a strange looking hotel which I definitely don’t recognise, another large building and… My eyes widen as I take in the name of the shop. The Magic Box…? A magic shop…? I don’t know why it should surprise me given my life, but it does rather… I continue to look up and down the street, such as it is… I don’t really know if it can be called that in truth…a street…more like just a muddle of strange buildings with a handful of empty looking warehouses…
It’s actually a pretty creepy place, but I’m not scared! I’ve been through a lot worse and come out of it… Max was our first, and last loss, and I intend for it to stay that way…
“There was a woman out here before…she looked like she was sleeping…” I inform Isabel and Max. I guess she woke up…although where she went I don’t know…
While Max appears to still be taking in the scene, I point in the direction away from the Crashdown. “Let’s go this way…” I look over at Isabel. “Just be careful…” *You know how we’ve practiced, stick together and make sure no one can creep up on us or take us by surprise…*
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Let me know if I need to change anything. I hope I got it all
