Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
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Post by Wesley on Jul 2, 2006 17:46:04 GMT -5
"So...what's in the box?"
He moved away from the safe, going to stand behind his desk, absently wiping a few leftover crumbs from the surface. Then he leaned against it with his hands. "Something I need for a spell." He thought for a moment. Perhaps he should include her a little bit in what was going on, or at least tell her a bit of what was going on. Maybe that would help her relax a little bit, feel like part of the group.
"I've got to collect two more shards of an amulet, then I'll perform a spell which will make the banshee haunting Anna corporeal. You see, a banshee is not much more than a spirit; in order to defeat it, it must have a physical form." He smirked. "Much easier to hit something if the weapon doesn't go straight through it."
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Post by Faith on Jul 2, 2006 17:55:07 GMT -5
"A lot less frustrating too, I'll bet."
She felt like she was intruding a little, still being in his office, but she kept telling herself that she should make the effort to act normal.
"Anything I can do to help? I kinda feel like a fifth wheel around here."
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Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
Posts: 434
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Post by Wesley on Jul 2, 2006 18:02:32 GMT -5
"A lot less frustrating too, I'll bet."
"Oh, yes. Believe me. We once faced this demon that could scramble the atoms in his body at will, so whenever Angel hit him, his hand would just go through. Should have seen Angel's face. Of course, then we discovered that he lost his scrambling ability if he got really cold, so Cordelia went after him with a fire extinguisher," he said with a grin.
"Anything I can do to help? I kinda feel like a fifth wheel around here."
He looked around, trying to think. "Er...I don't believe so. I think we've got this one handled. All that's left is getting the last pieces. I know where one is, and I've gotten a very reliable tip about the whereabouts of the other one. Once I get them together, it's just a matter of...well, luck. This is a very tricky spell. I could either corporealize the banshee...or turn myself into a rabbit." He shrugged.
He nodded at the last part when she spoke. "I'm sure it's all more than a little confusing. Released from prison, taken to Wolfram and Hart, brought here, banished to another dimension. I'm sure it's a lot to take it. But everything will turn out fine. You're just a little bit lost; you'll find your place."
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Post by Faith on Jul 3, 2006 14:10:43 GMT -5
This is a very tricky spell. I could either corporealize the banshee...or turn myself into a rabbit."
Faith managed to smile at the thought of a floppy eared rabbit hopping around the office, trying to keep it's glasses from falling off it's tiny nose. Wesley was talking to her as if he didn't mind her company. For a moment, it made Faith feel relaxed, like she could forget what had just happened over the phone with her newly aquired Uncle Mike. It was a strange feeling to suddenly find you had family you didn't know about.
"I'm sure it's all more than a little confusing. Released from prison, taken to Wolfram and Hart, brought here, banished to another dimension. I'm sure it's a lot to take it. But everything will turn out fine...
Faith nodded, trying not to let the horrors she had been through creep back into her mind. She still wanted to forget.
You're just a little bit lost; you'll find your place."
An icy chill ran down Faith's spine as she listened to Wesley speak. Those words seemed eerily familiar. Faith looked down, lost in thought trying to place where she had heard him speak that way before.
That's your problem, isn't it, Faith? You're lost. Now she remembered. All too well she remembered. Back in the gloom of her hell dimension, when Wesley and Ms. Post had tormented her, he had said something similar. She hook her head, as if trying to rid herself of the doubts and fears that swam in her mind. Back there, it wasn't the real Wesley? Was it? No...it was a trick. This is just a co-incidence...my mind loosing it's grip, that's all.
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Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
Posts: 434
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Post by Wesley on Jul 4, 2006 10:49:54 GMT -5
Wesley didn't notice the sudden change in Faith's demeanor, as he had just started digging through a drawer on his desk. He didn't find what he was looking for, frowned, then stepped over to where his other coat hang by the door. He dug through the pockets and grinned when he pulled out the keys to his motorcycle. No use in borrowing Anna's car if he could help it.
He shrugged off the corduroy jacket he was wearing, trading it for the leather one. He was adjusting the collar when he looked back at Faith. "I should be off; need to get that last piece before the banshee decides to show up again." He frowned. "You don't happen to know where the Tiger's Eye is, do you? I must admit that I haven't spent much time in Chinatown."
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Post by Faith on Jul 4, 2006 20:16:00 GMT -5
In her head Faith was reliving that day again, back in her prison. Wesley's words repeating over and over in her mind, drowning out what he was saying to her now.
"You know...if you had listened to me more, maybe you wouldn't be so lost...Maybe you'd know what you were doing. That's your problem, isn't it, Faith? You're lost. Just a little girl who is in over her head...."
All of a sudden, she had the feeling of being submerged in ice cold water. Her chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. All her muscles tensed, and she clenched her fists, willing herself to concentrate on something else. But ever since she had escaped, her emotions had been more volatile than she had ever known them. She hadn't been able to control her temper with Henry, nor her aggresion when she was sparring with Angel, and as a result she had ended up stabbing him. Now, the fear that she was still being tricked by Wolfram and Hart, was rampaging out of control through her head.
Wesley had been moving around the office, but Faith hadn't been paying attention. When he turned to speak to her, her instinct was to back away. The look in her eyes was one of shock and panic. Her eyes darted towards the door, towards an escape, but now Wesley stood in her way and she didn't know what to do. She stood, frozen to the spot.
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Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
Posts: 434
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Post by Wesley on Jul 5, 2006 0:37:03 GMT -5
Something had changed in Faith's demeanor. Long gone was the casual banter. Instead, she now looked as though she were a deer caught in the headlights, torn between running and facing what was coming. Fight or flight, Wesley told himself. But what was she fighting? What was she running from?
He frowned, taking a slow step towards her. He hadn't been punched lately, and didn't want to openly invite her to do so. "Faith..." he said carefully. "What's going on? What are you thinking?" Something had spooked her, probably brought back memories long buried. But he couldn't, for the world of him, figure out what it was.
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Post by Faith on Jul 5, 2006 5:18:44 GMT -5
Wesley took a cautious step towards her, making Faith flinch.
"Faith..." he said carefully. "What's going on? What are you thinking?"
As her back made contact with the wall, Faith jumped slightly. She turned half expecting to see Ms. Post standing behind her. Her face haunting her at every turn, like she had done back in the labyrinth. Realising she had taken her eyes off Wesley, she whipped her head around and put a hand out in front of her in an attempt to keep him at a distance.
"Please....don't...." Her voice was pleading and fragile.
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Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
Posts: 434
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Post by Wesley on Jul 5, 2006 6:25:09 GMT -5
Faith had backed herself into a wall, and Wesley began to realize that he was now in a very dangerous position. Faith reminded him again of a wild animal, and knew he was very close to being 'bitten', so to speak. He didn't think Faith would really bite him so much as clock him across the jaw, but one was never certain.
"Please....don't...." she said, suddenly turning back to him after a moment, a hand out as if to ward him off.
He held his hands up, carefully moving to the side. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong, Faith," he said softly. "Maybe not now...but I hope you'll let me help you."
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Post by Faith on Jul 5, 2006 6:55:01 GMT -5
"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong, Faith," he said softly. "Maybe not now...but I hope you'll let me help you."
Again, his words jogged her memory, when she had begged for his help fighting the demons and he had all but laughed in her face...
"Help you? Help you? That's a little bit funny, coming from you. You want me to help you..."
She began to laugh, a self-pitying noise, that rapidly turned to a cry.
"Why would you help me now? You didn't when I begged you to...." She was beginning to get hysterical, the voices in her head, overwhelming her senses, making it seem like the walls were closing in. She put her hands up, holding her head like it was in pain.
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Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
Posts: 434
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Post by Wesley on Jul 6, 2006 14:06:40 GMT -5
"Why would you help me now? You didn't when I begged you to...."
He was sure this was making perfect sense to her. But he, however, was completely lost. She was remembering something, something unpleasant. And it involved him. Something he'd said to her in the past...refusing to help her.
Wes wanted to help her, to ask her what was wrong. But he knew he couldn't. Something about him was clicking some buttons in her head, and not in a good way. So, he did the only thing he could think of. The only thought that crossed his mind. "Angel!" he shouted, hoping he didn't startle Faith even more.
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Post by Faith on Jul 7, 2006 5:48:03 GMT -5
A feeling of claustrophobia had begun to settle around Faith and she desperately wanted to get outside. But fear had so far paralysed her into a corner. Being so openly vulnerable wasn't an emotion she was equipped to handle, and she now looked as thought she'd had some kind of a breakdown, cowering in a corner with her hands over her head. Until Wesley shouted.
"Angel!"
The sudden noise startled Faith into action. Her head jerked upwards, her determind eyes fixed on Wesley. For a second, he looked petrified, as if he'd just opened the cage door to a wild beast and was now stood in it's path. She pounced, charging at him full speed, knocking him clean over the desk, scattering books and papers as he slid over the surface and out of her way. Her desire to be free powering her along and out into the hotel lobby.
*Continued in the waiting game/hotel lobby*
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Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
Posts: 434
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Post by Wesley on Jul 7, 2006 13:33:00 GMT -5
Ok, so maybe that wasn't the best approach, Wesley managed to think when Faith suddenly looked up at him, her eyes wild. Then she was moving.
It felt as though a bus had hit his chest, and the force of the blow sent him onto the top of his desk, and he slid onto the other side, landing on his back with a thud. His head connected with one of the legs on his chair, and he was certain that he saw stars for a moment.
He had to take a moment to compose himself, and to regain his breath. His chest ached something terrible, like someone rather obsese were sitting on it. But he got to his feet, peering over the top of the desk to make sure she was gone before stumbling over to the door. His head was killing him.
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