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Post by VampSlayer on Jul 31, 2010 1:20:05 GMT -5
((OOC: Okay, everyone, here we go! This is the very first 'episode' dedicated to our newest RP game.)) IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN JOINING THIS RP GAME, PLEASE GO HERE for more information.Angel 6x01'LA to HellA' [/b][/center] Cast:VampSlayer - Illyria shslibrarian55 - Wesley -'Goldilocks - Cordy drusillacakes - Drusilla The Night Lord - Angel / Spike Billie Erin - Harmony Just Willow - GwenEpisode Summary: Following 'Not Fade Away', The Senior Partners punish Angel & Co. by sending Los Angeles to Hell. This 'episode' begins with various characters suddenly finding them- selves stuck in 'Hell-A'. How will their First Nights go? And can they all survive through it? Let's find out...
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Post by VampSlayer on Jul 31, 2010 2:23:13 GMT -5
((OOC: Okay, I'll start us off...))
Illyria stood in the middle of that alley way, feeling empty inside. Hollow. And technically she was... Mostly. She had entered this shell, and exterminated all of its organs. Its core. Its inhabiter: Winifred Burkle. In order to give herself life, Illyria had taken one. Just one meaningless, human life. Yet, somehow, that meaningless life wasn't so meaningless. It was changing Illyria. It still was. Fred may have been dead, but she wasn't gone. Not completely.
"Let's go to work!" Angel had told them. The only, remaining four. Angel. Spike. Gunn. And herself, Illyria.
Just as Angel's words flowed through her ears, Illyria was greeted by the demon army approaching. One big, bulky monster swung its weapon at her, but Illyria dodged it easily. She jumped into the air, avoiding the attack, and swung her left foot at the beastly thing. The impact she gave was without mercy. It had been a deadly blow to the head.
Having taken one down within moments, Illyria continued to battle. As some time passed by, Illyria had counted fifteen demons slew by herself. Her eyes caught a glimpse of her own hands... Blood stained them both. This new, demon blood was surely mixed with Wesley's blood that was also caught onto her palms. For some reason, this fact bothered her. Wesley's blood was purer than their own. He was better.
Rage flew through Illyria, and she suddenly threw a blow at a demon to her left. Her head spun in all directions, searching for a new victim to slaughter. Illyria needed to release this emotion on something, through her fists. She caught a view of the others, her 'team mates', also fighting. They tried to live on, it seemed, but the upcoming outcome would obviously be death. Why try? Death was inevitable.
"Inevitable..." The word brought a memory with it. Ilyria reached to her head, feeling a mental image appearing to herself. Fred. "Can I say somethin' about destiny? Screw destiny! If this evil thing comes, we'll fight it and we'll keep fightin' it until we whup it. 'Cause destiny is just another word for inevitable, and nothing's inevitable as long as you stand up, look it in the eye, and say, 'You're evitable!'"
Illyria regained her self control. She straightened her spine, and entered the battle once more... Only to discover that she was not in battle.
Fire surrounded herself. Scarlet tints everywhere... Illyria's cold blue eyes shot around, trying to make sense of this. She was now elsewhere? In another place... Was this a place? A scream could be heard in the distance.
"... Hell." Illyria simply stated. A few moments wandered on by, and then Illyria grinned. "Inevitable."
((OOC: Woh, that was longer than I expected. o.o Don't feel pressured by this long post; Posts can be any length. Just try to avoid one liners, at least. Please!))
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shslibrarian55
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Post by shslibrarian55 on Jul 31, 2010 12:59:16 GMT -5
”Fred.”
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce’s last mortal thought. Everything faded to black in front of him as Fred—no, Illyria—held him in her arms. It wouldn’t be okay.
In a way, he was almost glad. His life hadn’t been much to speak of. Wesley remembered only the worst of his childhood. All his life, he grew up with the knowledge that someday, he would be a Watcher. A guardian of the Slayer, instrumental in the fight against evil. How beautifully that turned out.
It was these last years only that he could look on with any sense of pride. He had friends. No, a family. He had finally found his place at the side of Angel and his rag-tag team of do-gooders. It wasn’t much, but it made him happy, and even more so when he met the woman of his dreams.
But she was gone.
And he didn’t want to live with that anymore.
”Too bad.”
Everything was white. Wesley had been here before, and he really hadn’t been in a hurry to get back.
”Standard perpetuity clause.”
It’s amazing how something you have full knowledge and expectation of can still surprise you at the worst moment.
”Lilah,” he whispered as he stood up.
”Wesley. So good to see you again. Listen, the Senior Partners are transferring me again, but as I have some experience here, I wanted to personally transfer the job over to you before I leave. “
She glided over to Wesley, did a once-over, and spun about.
”Welcome to Hell, Wesley. Your new assignment: Liaison between the Partners and the L.A.—sorry, the Hell—branch here. The Partners will be in contact with instructions when they’re available. Tsk tsk tsk, all that work trying to free me, and you signed one of them yourself.”
Wesley stood dumbfounded. His face was the utter image of loss—torn from that for which he had so eagerly awaited.
”Well, it’s been lovely catching up. Listen, I’ve got a new client waiting at our new branch. Separate Hell dimension. I trust everything will go…swimmingly…here.”
And just like that, she was gone. All that was left on the mahogany table was a slip of paper.
”Angel.”
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Post by drusillacakes on Jul 31, 2010 20:04:58 GMT -5
“Mummy said never to talk to strangers. But sometimes they bring pretties and slip me lemon drops if I'm a good girl.” She gently explained to the doctor who corralled her into his office, promising that everything would be okay if she cooperated.
It was Dr. Smith's job to access the health and wellbeing of the new patients. But after a few preliminary questions about preexisting conditions (“Sometimes my face grows lumpy”) and family history (“Are there gnats in your ear? I gave birth to my grandmum.”), the only conclusion he could make was that this girl, Drusilla, was either delusional or severely deranged. Possibly both.
“I better call Dr. Gray...” He reached for the phone when Drusilla calmly ripped it from the wall.
Now he eyed the exit. She barred her teeth and twirled a lock of hair. “But I don't think I've been very good.”
“Please, you must stay calm and listen to reason.” He swallowed. The faint yellow glint in the girl's eyes caused his forehead to sweat and pulse to quicken. “Did the nurse give you your pills today?”
“Naughty sprinkles are not sweet like lemon drops.” She sighed, slipping into her vampire guise.
He made a mad dash for the door when Drusilla moved fast to block his path.
“It's not polite to leave the party without telling the guest of honor.” Drusilla frowned, yanking the doctor by the collar and sinking her teeth into his neck. As the blood dribbled down her chin, he struggled in her grasp which only made her suck harder.
As she fed, she felt the blood bring strength to her tired limbs. A flash appeared before her and she whined at the image. William, Daddy and bad little soldiers lined up in a row. The sky split open and hell rained forth. Blood everywhere-- human, god, demon, and...
“...dragon.” Drusilla clapped her hands gleefully, and let the doctor's dead body fall to the ground in a heap.
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Post by The Night Lord on Jul 31, 2010 21:25:10 GMT -5
OOC: Angel will be in red. Spike will be blue.
IC: 'Just look at him. Standin' there, sayin' how he wants to slay the dragon. Who does he think he is? Saint George?' The rain was thick, as was the smell of blood and sweat. An army, no legion, of demons were coming for them. There were only four of them. Two vampires, a crazed depowered Old One and a dying man. The last line of defense against a raging army. Not that Spike would have had any other way. A small smirk came to his face. This is what Angel had promised them. He promised the Senior Partners would deliver their wrath. And they didn't disappoint.
Sliding into his vampire visage, Spike leapt into battle, grinning when his fist ploughed straight through a demon's chest. At the same time, a sword came swinging for his head. Spike dodged and grabbed the demon around the head, breaking its neck. It made him feel good, to just let loose and go all out violent like this. His blood was singing as he took on the demons. As he struck one demon, another one was driving its spear towards his chest. Seeing the wooden shaft, Spike brought his right arm over to deflect it, but he was a little early in his movements and the spear tip sank into his forearm.
And then everything changed. The alley was gone. The demons were gone. The rain had stopped. The blood and tears in his jacket were also gone. Spike frowned, seeing he was on a building roof. And Los Angeles had completely changed. Lorne had once said that LA could sometimes be hell and Spike had agreed with the gentle demon, but never had he thought that that saying would actually become literal.
"Bloody hell," Spike murmured.
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Post by VampSlayer on Jul 31, 2010 22:11:44 GMT -5
((OOC: Drusillacakes, you play Dru amazingly! Her lines are so herself, with those twisty dialogues. I'm in love with her all over again! And Wesley and Spike's writings are also so great! It was great to see Lilah appear! Everyone is doing an amazing job so far.))
Illyria spun on her right heel, turning around hastily. Her hair flung in front of her view, blue streaks flashing only for a moment's time. Her icy, blue eyes gazed around this newish area. It seemed familiar in a way, yet so different at the same time. Surrounding Illyria was flames, and bloodshed. The fire danced in place, discharging heat in all directions. Illyria could feel its warmth on her hardened, shell-like skin.
Looking upward, into the sky, she spotted the sun. It was lighter than usual. And even more to Illyria's surprise: The sun was met by the moon. Two opposites in one meeting ground. This Hell world was getting more interesting by the moment. Illyria found it much more to her liking than Wolfram & Hart's office building. Roaming around those halls had driven her to madness.
Illyria began to walk along. Her booted feet stepped on dirt slowly, one moment at a time. As she made her way along, the Old One caught sight of a passing character. It was surely a citizen of Los Angeles. Illyria's first instinct was to smash it like a bug, but Wesley's influence came over her once more. He had taught her not to kill the innocent. Deciding to honor his death, Illyria nodded at the citizen as she passed.
A handful of minutes went by, and Illyria continued searching this new place. Death, darkness, and blood was more of her preference, and she was inspired to inspect it. As Illyria went to take another step, she was stopped. Something wrapped around her ankle, intending to do her harm. Reacting instantly, Illyria turned her head within a millisecond. The grabbing thing was a tentacle belonging to some slimy, squishy creature. Illyria forced her leg forward with all of her might. The tentacle was ripped from its owner's body, and green blood spurted out of the wound.
Illyria reached down, and picked up the motionless tentacle. She intended to strangle the beast with it's own limb.
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Billie Erin
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Post by Billie Erin on Aug 1, 2010 5:24:14 GMT -5
(Harmonys P.O.V.)
Harmony hurried along the narrow back alleys of downtown Los Angeles, a look of annoyance plastered across her face. A rat scurried in the shadows, causing her to jump to the side and land the heel of her new Jimmy Choos in a muddy puddle, and she turned her nose up in disgust.
This is just so typical of him; Angel is totally the worst boss I've ever had. He's also the only boss I've ever had, but still. What kind of an idiot writes you a reference and forgets to sign it? Oh well, don't stress out Harm, the nice homeless man on main street told you he saw a brooding, brunette guy wearing a trench coat heading down this alley- that's gotta be him. All I have to do is shove the letter under his face, hand him my pen and-
Woah. What just happened. Why is the sky all red? It's kind of pretty, like blood. Oh great and now I'm hungry. No! Focus Harmony- you have a reference to secure! It's strange that it's suddenly that colour though . . . Oh well who cares, I have more important things to do. I must continue on my mission! Yeah! Hey, wait . . . what's that glowy orby thing next to the moon?
OMG it's the sun! No! Please no! I can't die I'm too pretty . . .
She ran to try and find cover behind a garbage bin before realising that nothing was happening. She paused and turned to face the strange sun, experimentally reaching her hand up into the light.
Oh my gosh this is totally awesome. I can finally get a tan! Those fake ones just don't do it. You know "The Bronze" by Venice Beach? they charged me like $150 for a spray tan last week and not only was it overpriced but it was also utterly rubbish as well- I came out looking more tangerine than tanned.
As Harmony thought through the benefits of the new solar situation she continued on her journey down the mucky alleyway. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, she was just about to give up and go back and drink the blood of the unfortunate homeless man as punishment for sending her on a wild goose chase when a slither of blue caught her eye.
Hey, it's Illyria! I'll bet she knows where I can find my ex-boss. What's she doing? Why is she holding a tentacle? She really is pretty unstable. I wonder if she'd tell me where Angel went? It'll only take her a second or so. But what if she got really mad at me? What if she killed me like she killed Fred? I mean it would totally make sense for her to want to trade up and take my body; Fred was sweet as pie but she could really have done with some yoga lessons or something. I should probably just run for it before she notices me. I'd hate to finally have a body that can tan and then lose it. That's just be so tragic. Plus blue hair would totally not go with what I'm wearing.
Harmony turned and tried to leave but caught her heel and tripped, and fell.
Sh*t! That made a really big noise. Please don't notice me. Please, please please don't notice me.
She lay in the gutter in silence, waiting.
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Post by -'Goldilocks on Aug 1, 2010 6:31:35 GMT -5
Cordelia was a higher being. In a better place. Totally at peace with like, everything! But she was bored as hell! "Actually hell dosnt seem boring. Horrible and mentally scaring but not boring"She said to herself glumly. All she could do was sit here and watch L.A burn. "Its burning worse than my thanks-giving dinner! And that was bad. I still cant believe Wesley ate it" She smiled, whilst fidling with a long dark lock. "My hair is so much nice like th-" She started but was cut off by flashes of her friends, and Illyria, being tortured and deystroyed by god know's what! "That was rude!"
"Okay! I'm going down! Let me go! Just let me go! She screamed. She intended someone hear her and that was what she got. "NO! You shall stay and watch. That was the deal! You can not intervene"Was her reply. "You cant do that! You cant show me that and, and not Let me do something." There was silence. "Please, ermm Sir? I have to help them. Especially Harmony, she's wearing baby blue and fuisha! Thats like a crime against nature or something, I mean c'mon did I teach her nothing?!"
There was a flash or brilliant light and then Cordelia found herself surrounded by the red that she saw in her vision. "At least those damn visions dont hurt anymore. But thats the least of my troubles now." There was a howl and Cordy shuddered. "It's like I never left."
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Post by VampSlayer on Aug 1, 2010 15:20:19 GMT -5
((OOC: Billie, Harmony was SO spot on! She was hilarious to read. xD And Cordy: Aw, it's good to see her back.)) HarmonyIllyria cocked her head to its side, and glared at the tentacle-owning demon. She gripped the slimy limb with her own fingers, thinking over the numerous ways of approaching the prey. With a blink of an eye, Illyria was at the demon's side. She quickly wrapped her newest weapon around its neck, and began to choke the life out of it. The monster began to release throaty noises instantly. Illyria smirked, as she felt the enemy go limp, after about thirty seconds. "Pitiful." She thought to herself. Suddenly, Illyria's ears easily picked up the sound of Harmony's fall. The sound alarmed the Old One, and she took action. Illyria threw the tentacle downward, next to its deceased owner, and made her way over to the nearby vampire. She spotted Harmony right away, and halted once in front of the girl. Illyria's head aimed down, inspecting Harmony; Her face held a stiff molding. "A halfbreed at my feet: The way it should always be..." She spoke coldly. Illyria wasn't necessarily speaking to Harmony, not as much as she was herself, at least.
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Billie Erin
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"I go back to December"
"I picked up a hitchhiker. You've got to when you hit them."[Mo0:0]
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Post by Billie Erin on Aug 2, 2010 14:27:11 GMT -5
(OOC: Thanks VampSlayer, I love your Illyria, you really get her voice spot on!)
Harmony heard Illyria's footsteps approaching.
Oh gosh, what am I going to do? What should I say? She just tore that poor demon apart and now I bet she's all bloodlusty, so I'm probably next. This is so awful. Plus I'm getting dirt all over my brand new dress, and if there's one thing I'm sure of it's that you cannot get stains like that out of china silk.
She heard the Old One's footsteps pause right behind her.
Oh great, this is it. I'll never have my own TV Show, I'll never be a super model, I'll never get Spike to come crawling back to me . . . Please God, don't send me to hell. I know I killed a few people, but I really am sorry, I've been trying to be good like Angel and drink animal blood instead. I've been clean for nearly 8 weeks now! Please.
Illyria began to speak and Harmony flinched in fright.
"A halfbreed at my feet: The way it should always be . . ."
Half-breed? What's that supposed to mean? She does know I'm 100% vampire right? I swear that girl's off her rocker. Unless she means that I will be a half-breed. Half me half her? As in my stunning good lucks being paraded around by her psychotic mind. Oh, please don't let her dye my hair blue. This is so awful. I have to try and distract her. I have to get her to like me. Everybody liked me back in Sunnydale (gosh I miss the good old days) I don't get why she shouldn't; if there's one thing I'm good at it's charming people. All you have to do is tell them what they want to hear:
"No Spike, that hair colour totally looks natural."
"Wow, cool comics collection Xzander."
"Willow you're so smart, I always wanted to be like that." (Yeah right!)
I'll just feed her the compliments she's after and be on my way.
"Hey Illyria Good, strong start. Keep the terror out of my voice. Keep it cool Harm.
It's so great to see you again."
Always best to start by implying you missed them. People like being missed.
"Wow have you done something with your hair? It looks blue-er. I really like it, it makes you seem so . . ."
Superior? Terrifying? Psychotic? I dunno, what do crazy demons like being described as?
"Powerful."
Yeah. Powerful. Old Ones like that don't they? I mean I remember her throwing that hissy fit over losing her powers so she must be pretty fond of them.
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Post by VampSlayer on Aug 2, 2010 15:49:15 GMT -5
Illyria tilted her head to its other side as Harmony greeted her. Was this mongrel actually trying to be civil with her? Thoughts ran through her head like rampaging children, all telling her one thing: Rip this vampire apart, limb from limb. Illyria went over the facts; This foul excuse of un-dead life, Harmony, was without a soul. As far as Illyria was concerned, she was only to kill soulless halfbreeds. No soul means evil, correct? No remorse when lacking in soul.
Just as Illyria had decided on an amusing way to slaughter the vampire, she hesitated. Memories of enjoyment flooded into her head... Memories that included Harmony. Illyria raised her right hand to her temple, as she remembered Fred's one-time involvement with the vampire. Fred had seen worth in this creature; Was there more to have than a soul?
"... My hair. " She repeated quietly, listening to Harmony's compliments. "This is the best you can do, vampire? Complimenting this human hair? It only rests on this shell! That doesn't make it Illyria's!"
Illyria breathed in heavily, making her chest move inward and outward. It took much inner strength to keep herself from ripping Harmony's head off of her neck. Once Illyria had taken a few moments to 'simmer down', something she had been working on with Wesley, she continued to interact with Harmony.
"On your feet... Before I go forth with my plan of decapitating you."
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Billie Erin
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Post by Billie Erin on Aug 2, 2010 16:48:43 GMT -5
Did she just say DECAPITATING?!!!
Terrified, Harmony scrambled to her feet, nearly losing her balance again in the process. When standing she spared a moment to look at the face that had once meant so much to her. It felt so weird to look into Fred's eye sockets and see that homicidal maniac staring out at her. She caught Illyria's gaze and quickly dropped her head, feeling utterly intimidated.
I can't remember being this scared since that night I was changed. I can't believe that hair thing didn't work on her, every girl likes being told she has nice hair! Then again I guess she's not really a girl. Ok, I admit it, I have no idea how to charm Illyria. I don't even know if she's charmable. I should just ask her about Angel, and then (if she doesn't kill me) run for my life in whichever direction she points me in.
"Ummm . . . I . . . Well look Illy, we're friends right. I mean I was tight with Fred- we went out together all the ti- well just that once actually but anyway we were tight and . . ."
Stop rambling Harm and get to the point!
"Look I just want to know where Angel is, please."
She looked up at Illyria, meeting her eyes for the first time and giving her her best pleading look.
I wonder if puppy dog eyes works on Old Ones? Did they even have puppies back in the good old humans-were-muck-days?
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Post by VampSlayer on Aug 2, 2010 17:48:30 GMT -5
Illyria watched as Harmony got to her feet. The smell of this halfbreed entered her nostrils, and she wrinkled her nose. Illyria never understood why perfume was thought to smell delightful; It smelled like rotting roaches, in her own opinion. And all these bright colors that Harmony wore... Pink; The look of these tints made Illyria want to vomit.
She narrowed her eyes at Harmony, as the vampire spoke of Winifred Burkle. She was recalling the same memories that Illyria had, herself. Just as the Old One was about to interrupt Harmony's meaningless rambling, the subject was changed all by itself.
"Look I just want to know where Angel is, please."
Illyria glared at the vampire, as she dared to look into a God-King's eyes. Thinking this matter over for a few seconds, Illyria came back with something to reply. "Angel..." She thought over this name. "An Angel in Hell." Illyria stated, looking up into the scarlet sky. "How... Ironic."
Moving passed this little side note, Illyria turned her attention back to Harmony's bothersome question. "Your fellow bloodsucker was battling, as was I. Yet now the battling has..." She trailed off.
"I am unsure, which is a rare occasion. Things have been jumbled up, and spat back out."
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Post by The Night Lord on Aug 3, 2010 3:10:37 GMT -5
"What? What?" Angel whirled around on the building roof, looking about in confusion. One minute he had been fighting against the army of demons (and got injured at one point, too), as well as battling the dragon and the next thing he knew, Los Angeles had gone to Hell. Had literally gone to Hell. The sky was orange, as if it was on fire (which it probably was) and the buildings around him had all gone demonic, with tentacles and fanged mouths growing from them, bringing them to life, so to speak.
At once, Angel knew what had happened. This had happened because of the Senior Partners. They had done this. They had done this to punish Angel. Punish him and his friends. Angel had expected to die against the Senior Partners' army, but he didn't expect the whole city to go straight to Hell as a result of his actions. Angel wanted to mourn the loss of his city, brought on by his actions, but he knew he had more important things to do. He had to find the others, especially Gunn, who was dying. He had to find the others and save the innocent. In this hellish city, the demons would be running rampant and Angel knew it was his responsibility to protect the weak and helpless. Walking to the edge of the building, Angel took in a deep breath and stepped off, speeding towards the road.
ooc//: I dunno if Angel is gonna be human or not in this. Is he?
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Billie Erin
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Post by Billie Erin on Aug 3, 2010 3:35:32 GMT -5
@vampslayer
Angel in HELL? What's that supposed to mean? I mean we're not in . . . we can't be . . . can we? I mean I guess the sky is that funny colour and all . . . Nah it's probably just Illyria spewing garbage again. But then why is the sky red? Maybe it's not just some weird Eclipse like I assumed. And come to think of it what's that slimy tentacled demon doing out on the streets if this is just normal L.A.? OMG we're in hell. I can't believe this. Somebody should totally make a movie out of my life. They could call it "Last Supermodel in Hell" . . . yeah. Ohw ait she's still mumbling on about something or another, Lesson one Harm always pay attention to the Old Ones, they egt grouchy if you don't.
To cover up her momentary lapse in concentration Harmony nodded knowledgeably and looked at Illyria with her best "I'm a very serious person" face.
"I'm unsure which is a rare occasion. Things have been jumbled up, and spat back out."
Oh great, even little miss off-her-rocker-oh-so-powerful has no idea what's going on. The poor thing, she looks genuinely unnerved and confused. I know she's crazy and evil and all but it's really hard not to look at her and see Fred. Particularly when she looks so vulnerable like this. Hey maybe we can help each other. I could sure use her muscle to protect me if we really are in hell. I mean I can fight ok most the time but I usually break a nail doing so and I bet they don't have manicurists in hell. Ok here goes.
"So maybe, we could like look for him together, or just wander round and try and figure out what's going on together? I don't know about you but I don't really fancy being alone in free-for-all-demon-town, particularly not after everyone knows I switched sides and helped Angel for so long, I'd be dead meat. Well dead-er."
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Post by VampSlayer on Aug 3, 2010 4:55:29 GMT -5
((OOC: Night Lord, I'd say it's up to you. He's your character, so go ahead, and do whatever you'd like to do. ) Once Harmony had finished sharing her proposition, Illyria remained silent. She allowed awkwardness to fill in the air. Finally opening her mouth to talk, Illyria simply stated, "... You speak too much."Her blue orbs searched the area around them, inspecting for enemies. The demons of Los Angeles were starting to realize this new situation, and taking advantage of it. A fight could burst out at any given moment, and Illyria was ready. And quite frankly, she needed something to hit. Being around this vampire, Harmony, was making Illyria want to ensue this need. Once sure that it was safe enough to lower her down a bit, Illyria added to her vague statement. "My first instinct is to seek out Wesley. But he is not one to be sought out, not in this time." She paused, feeling some sort of passion run through her body. What was this odd feeling? It was greater than grief... Illyria turned her eyes back to Harmony slowly. "... I have no one to look for!" She stated with much more aggression. With these words leaving her mouth, Illyria turned on her heel, and began to march away from this scene. She had no one to search for. She was alone once again, without a guide.
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Billie Erin
Ensouled Vampire
"I go back to December"
"I picked up a hitchhiker. You've got to when you hit them."[Mo0:0]
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Post by Billie Erin on Aug 3, 2010 5:20:58 GMT -5
Well that was rude. What kind of socially challenged moron just storms off like that without even a goodbye. When I'm famous I am so gonna smear her name through the dirt. And I totally do not talk too much. I'm just not laconic like some people. And now I'm all alone, unprotected in the middle of "hell" with an unsigned resumé and no boss to sign it, so I can't even get a job in a hell café or anything. This sucks.
Harmony traipsed off in the opposite direction to Illyria, annoyed, bored and covered in muck.
"At least this day can't get any worse now." She said, mainly to herself.
At that moment a rather nasty looking M'Fashnik demon came round the corner.
Shoot, spoke too soon
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Post by -'Goldilocks on Aug 3, 2010 6:54:41 GMT -5
Cordy was extremely dazed and confused. "It looks like LA, exept for the red sky and all, and there are freaky people running around who could seriously do with a facial so its not so different. But it smells bad!"
She spent about another ten minutes wandering around the streets, completely oblivious to the big beasty sculking n the shadows behind her. "Hey thats where I used to get my hair done!" She exclaimed, pointing in exitment to a small beauty salon across the road from where she was. She took another step further and felt a squelch between under her bare foot. She looked down and screamed. "I think thats my hair dresser!" She ran and didnt stop running untill her foot felt like it was bleeding. "That was GROSS!" She looked down and realised she was naked. "You could've given me a nice top and jean combo with a nice pair of heels? But no!" She had a look around and saw a wall-mart at the end of the street, a wall-mart with a stylish and expensive boutique next to it. "Ha! Sorry wall mart but you lose!" She thought to herself before running toward the shop.
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Post by VampSlayer on Aug 3, 2010 17:44:53 GMT -5
Illyria roamed the streets of Los Angeles, as if she were a lost child. Her hair clung to her face, still damp from the raining, alleyway battle. "Even the skies weep. Illyria thought to herself. Something as big, and powerful, as the skies above shed tears; Was everything in this life connected to emotion?
The Old One pitied herself. For she had been great at one time. Now the great Illyria had been reduced to this one, single body, been stripped of her mighty gifts, and was now lost, with nowhere to go. No one to find. Since when had she been this weak? The truth was this: Illyria had been fooling her own mind. There was no way to become great, not as she had been. It was too late, and too far away.
And then... It came to her. Something to seek out. To find comfort in. Illyria suddenly changed her path, and turned down an open highway. A handful of cars were crashed along the sides, yet none drove in the center. Two demons occupied the other side of the street, but ignored Illyria; They could sense her unstableness, and strength. Although reduced, she was still much stronger than these mongrels.
The walk to her destination gave Illyria much time to reflect. Had Wesley ever meant this much to her, before now? Illyria had always looked down upon him. Yet now that he was gone... She almost wanted him back, as much as she wanted her lost abilities. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce had been this demon's only... Civil acquaintance. Surely 'friend' was not the word she was looking for. They were not that close. And somehow, Illyria regretted that they never world be.
Coming to her turning point, Illyria slowed herself. Within a few moments she was standing in front of a large, metal gate. It was rusted a tad bit, nowadays, for it hadn't been tended to in quite some time. Illyria grabbed at the door, and pulled on it... Locked. She tugged much harder, and the door practically flew off. Next, Illyria made her way along the small path, passing the garden area. The following steps led her to the entrance of the Hyperion Hotel.
She paused for a second, glaring at the shut, twin doors. Suddenly, with all of her might, Illyria kicked the doors open. Once they were removed, out of her way, Illyria was able to see the lobby of the hotel. It was darkened, and smelled dusty. Memories instantly came to mind, but she tried to shut them out. Fred's presence haunted this place. Everywhere Illyria turned was a knew ghost.
She made her way through the lobby, ignoring all of these thoughts. Her feet carried her up the staircase, and into a hallway. Illyria was following something that was unseeable. She finally reached a door, and it spoke to her. With the touch of a finger, the door slowly creaked open. This was Fred's room... It had been, at least.
Illyria took her time, but walked over to the farthest wall. Her eyes rested on the white wall, inspecting it. Her right arm raised, and placed itself on this spot. "... 'Handsome man saves me from the monsters.'" She spoke, in a fragile voice. Mental images of this wall being painted came back to her... The drawing being erased.
She turned on her foot, and made her backside slam into the wall. Illyria slowly sunk down to the floor, and hid her face in her knees. If the skies could mourn... So could the God-King Illyria.
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Post by Just Willow on Aug 3, 2010 18:10:14 GMT -5
Gwen stode through the steets, confused. Where she was, it was as if the world had been abandoned. She figured there woul dbe more traffic on the main roads so she turned out of the alleyway she was in and found herself outside a fancy clothing boutique.
She had barely taken a step when someone ran right into her. The woman seemed ot have been making a desperate beeline for the clothing boutique, and Gwen could see why: the woman was naked.
TAG: CORDELIA
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