Reluctant Recruit (Open Slayer Boarding House)

[nora]

Whoa... what kind of budget does this place have? Is this a supernatural brothel? Am I here for an interview for the Slayer sex-trade?

To say that Nora was... skeptical about this meeting at supposed Slayer HQ would have been an understatement. She was still as yet unsure about just how she felt about Buffy as a person, though her choices as the Slayer were ones that Nora did not envy her. But as she walked up the smooth stone inlay of the driveway to the large house, that skepticism was slowly turning over into complete doubt. She'd dressed today for the possibility of some unsavory things going on, though all weapons were completely hidden from view. The throwing knives were tucked down into her boots and the small sword was stuck down the back of her corset, under the shirt, privacy panel and her hair which she'd opted to leave down today. She'd practised taking it in and out a few times and knew she could manage in an emergency. Which she was expecting one, wholeheartedly.

Keeping all of her wits about her, Nora walked up onto the little covered porch and went to knock on the frosted glass door, then stopped and opted to ring the bell instead. If there was as much activity here as Buffy claimed, then they were more likely to hear the bell and Nora would be standing on the front porch for a lot less time. Besides, they might even have a special knock or something that Buffy forgot to tell her about and it would result in her getting blasted away before anyone said 'how do you do'. Nora pulled the card that Buffy had given her out of her corset and folded her arms under her breasts as she waited, she wanted to have proof in hand that she'd been sent here in case the Queen Blonde herself wasn't at home.

Looking around at the lush grounds all Nora could think about was the possibility that this entire thing was an elaborate ruse and that she was walking into her own personally set death trap. Who knew? Anything was possible and frankly, it seemed almost more likely then one witch waking up an entire mystical line of warriors. But then again... it made just as much sense as there being a mystical line of female warriors chosen to protect the world from evil.

Guess we'll find out, won't we?



::stop:: Buffy Sent Me, that's the password, right?
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: The cat snoring
::you're it:: Slayer Gang!
::the credit:: Jess

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[angel]

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To say that Angel was crabby was definitely an understatement. Ever since the whole…situation with Buffy, he’d been on edge. Not only with her but everyone in general, excluding Katheryn. Kathy had been the only person he hadn’t acted like a dick too. Honestly he couldn’t help it; he’d just been in foul mood because of what Buffy had done. And who wouldn’t be? He knew that if it had happened to someone else, they’d be acting the exact same way. It wasn’t all that ridiculous. In fact the only reason he was even staying in this damned house was because he didn’t want Kathy to be away from Buffy, since they’d grown close while he had been gone.

Tonight he was going to try and get all of that off of his mind, tonight he would try and forget about it. Katheryn was upstairs with Buffy watching a movie or doing whatever those two did and while the coast was clear of the slayer, Angel was getting the hell out of dodge. Not only did he not want to see Buffy, he didn’t want to hear her, or even be near her. He planned on going out patrolling to find something to take his anger out on. Whatever it ended up being, he didn’t care at this point. With a stake in each one of his sleeves, he headed up the stairs and began towards the front door. He didn’t plan on telling anyone where he was going. Katheryn already knew he would be leaving, he’d told her earlier and quite frankly, no one else really mattered.

Upon reaching the front door he swiftly opened it up and as he went to walk outside, he nearly collided with some random girl standing on the step. What on earth she was standing here for, he had no clue. He was already in bad mood and the way she was standing there with her arms folded already annoyed him. Stepping back into the house and away from her, his eyes looked her up and down slowly. A weird look came onto his face as he met her eyes. ”I don’t know what you’re selling but I promise, none of us are going to be buying.”

It came out a lot ruder than he had anticipated, but he didn’t particularly in care. He didn’t know what on earth this pirate wannabe possibly had to sell, nor did he care.

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[nora]

The fact that she was still standing here, hours after she'd first starting ringing the bell, was relative; now it was a matter of principal. The sun had been high when she'd arrived at the house, because what idiot came to a spooky place that they didn't know after dark? Now it had set behind the tree line and the light above Nora's head had come on. Feeling a knot of annoyance deep in her stomach, Nora actually got ready to turn around and leave when some dark haired man came bolting out of the house like his ass was on fire and nearly slammed right into her.

"Excuse me!" She started to say, when he cut her off by looking at her like she was something foul that he'd discovered next to his paper in the morning. He made a snippy comment about her selling things door to door and his eyes wondered how dare she sully his air with her presence while Nora got a good look at his face under the porch light and recognized his face from her grandmother's Diaries. Nora turned to him fully and faced him, hands folded together across her lips, almost like an old depiction of a praying saint. She clicked her tongue once and stared at him with her bright purple eyes and got a very angry little smile on her face,

"Thank you for helping me make up my mind. I have a message, for Buffy; tell her 'f*ck you, f*ck your organization' and while you're at it, f*ck you too." Her hands came down and she'd started gesticulating angrily, her Welsh accent very apparently due to her rage, "You people aren't getting your hands on my memories, you're sure as shit not binding my powers, but I'm also not gonna put up with being treated like this. So peace." The little Potential started walking straight passed the former Order of Aurelius member, making sure to check his shoulder a little on the way by. She used to momentum to turn slightly on her heel and look back at him again, "By the way, Angel formerly Angelus, 'the one with the angelic face', that prolly should have been 'the one with the angelic forehead' cause I'm pretty sure you can fit the entire heavenly host on that damned thing; you're still really good at making good Slayer's rebel." Nora kissed her index and middle fingers and held them out to him in a peace sign,

"Peace, bitch."



::stop:: Sorry, she was on edge anyway and has a hair trigger
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Supernatural
::you're it:: Angel
::the credit:: Jess

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[Drusilla 'Dru' Keeble]

Oh sigh. What a day in the life. So AJ had been pretty MIA for the past few weeks. He was having some family issues that he had to take care of. Of course he was no long apart of his family's lives, seeing as they are all dead, but his great great great great nephews and what not. One of them were having some issues, and AJ would come to the rescue of course. So he had been all over the world making sure his family was taken care of. But now that he was gone for so long, he had to make sure he stopped by to see Buffy, let her know he was back. Last thing he wanted was one of her minions walking around and trying to kill him. He'd not be too happy with that. So if Buffy knew AJ was back in town, she'd make sure her little minions kept their distance. Not that he minded a little fight, but he was much more of a lover not a fighter... that much was clear by his inherent choice of profession.

Angel was still without car. While he was traveling so much he never got one. He never really needed it. So he'd walk where he had to go, of course in this tinny town things were close and he enjoyed walking. Even in the middle of the day, his day light ring keeping him from burning of course. But still AJ was more of a walker then sitting on the buss or driving guy. So he made his way to the Slayer house place thing... whatever that thing was that Buffy spend a lot of time at. He knew where it was but had never really been there. He was still down the drive way when some chick in a cool costume began yelling at some macho guy standing in the door way.... Man if he knew about the staff here, he might have to get himself a room. AJ needed a little eye candy in his life, of course he was smart enough to figure out that man was the one and only Angel. And boy did AJ had a bone to pick with that man. His suspensions were of course confirmed when the women started bashing Angel as well... Looks like AJ got here at the perfect time.

He was pretty protective of his own, Buffy was one of his, no matter what anyone said. No matter what went down, Buffy would be 'his' that's that. "Really?" AJ said walking up behind the girl, to get her attention really. "Bitch don't you dare start talking shit about my girl." He said holding up a finger, to keep her quiet. Had she tried to talk AJ would talk over them. AJ had been on this earth for a very long time, so he knew how to talk over people, he knew how to be heard, and god dang it she would listen. "You need to find your place, and get in it, cuz you don't know shit about shit. Your ass is needs to get schooled." He said still holding a hand to her, she could try to talk, but oh no, AJ would get louder and louder, he would win. AJ would not take shit from this prostatot. The kids now a days... he had no comment.

"And Fuck... where did you get that costume?" He asked looking her up and down... yeah where was his invite to the party? "I gotta get myself one.... Shit I'd look better in it" He added looking to the man in the door way, holding a hand to his mouth to shield it from the prostatots view. "cuz this bitch be fat." He said making no effort to hide his comment further. As he looked at Angel, really looked he was sure he knew who this guy was. "Hold up a minute. Your that dude that stole my girls innocence's and my name." He said turning away from the girl a little more, yet keeping a firm eye on her, had she tried anything, he'd push her down a flight of steps... he'd of course have to find one first but, he may not have the fighting ability, but he had great strength. "I had it long before you...So don't taint it with your bad reputation" He said with a bit of an attitude... a very AJ like attitude."... But your got the body for an angel... so I guess I'll let this one pass." He said after spending a second thinking it over. Yeah he could deal with sharing a name with him. Yeah.... So long as he did not see a prostatot with his name.. ah hell he'd kill that bitch in a minute... But this guy... he'd deal. AJ would have liked to give him a bit of a make over... but that would come later.

"But I don't have time for all this Shenanigans.... " AJ said turning away from Angel and looking back at the girl, who clearly needed a mother. He stood there for a second, before using the palm of his hand to smack her relativity hard on the forehead, just like the V8 commercials. Of course he did not hit her hard enough to send her flying, though he could have, he held back. He was not about to try to school her, she clearly did not want to learn, so Buffy would take away her strength and memory. So it was whatever. The girl did not have to want it to happen, but Buffy would make it happen, with or without the girls consent. As AJ smacked the girl in the for head he spoke. "Bitch should have had a V8." He said, his famous last words before he turned on the spot and began to walk away. Yeah he'd like to see her try something. He was just about stronger then Buffy... so this girl would be but a flee, all he'd have to do is flick her and she'd go flying.


((Talked to Aisling, she said go ahead and post, she'll post after you Kasey.))

[angel]

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The girl’s loud exclamation took him a bit of guard. He had run into her sure, but she’d screamed like he had just stuck a knife in her back. Dramatic much? His face held no expression as she stood there with her hands on his hips. Honestly he wasn’t in the mood for the drama queen at the moment. She needed to get on with why she was here and get going. He had no patience for some teenaged little bitch at the moment. Obviously she didn’t seem to have patience for him either. As she clucked her tongue, he rolled his eyes. Did she think she was intimidating? No, not one bit. However was she annoying? Hell yes she was annoying. She had only said two words as of yet and already he was over this conversation.

Hearing Buffy’s name brought into this he couldn’t help but be a bit intrigued. Perhaps she was from Buffy’s school that she worked at? Then he heard the comment about the organization and immediately it all made sense. She was a potential, she had to be. Now he vaguely felt a bit bad for his attitude. However the second she continued on her little tirade all guilt in him went away. Even so, they didn’t need someone with an attitude like this in the organization or the house anyways. She had an attitude that reminded him of the old Faith, except it was a bit different. This girl thought she was badass whereas Faith had actually been quite badass. She was just a girl still, and had no clue what she was capable of.

As she began to walk away from him he simply raised a hand as if to wave goodbye, not caring one bit that she was leaving. Buffy would probably be pissed but what he did care? As the girl shoulder checked him and he didn’t even move, he simply chuckled a bit. A small sigh came from his lips as she turned around again. Obviously she wasn’t quite done yet, much to his dismay. As she began spewing about who he was, he couldn’t help but find himself a bit interested again. Even though while yes, he was one of the most famous vampires to walk the earth, people rarely ever knew what he looked like. ”Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment”

he said with a small smirk. He was definitely egging her on, as obviously her comments didn’t hurt his feelings one bit. Some child insulting him was the least of his worries right now. As she went to leave again he chuckled a few times and mumbled something like, ”good luck”

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Sensing another vampire’s presence, Angel watched with wide eyes as another man came into the situation. Now, who in the hell was this guy? Tonight simply could not get any weirder. Horrified he watched as the very…feminine man insulted the girl. A few times he felt like he should step in and stop it, but decided he didn’t care all that much. Plus, it was super entertaining. When the man’s attention turned to Angel, he seemed a bit dumbfounded at first. ”Your girl?”[/color] Angel said, eyebrows quirked up questioningly. Was this some mistake? He only could have possibly been talking about Buffy, but what did he mean by his girl? Pissed off or not, Buffy was still his. And Angel stealing his name? What the hell was going on here…he was so confused it wasn’t even funny.

As the man then commented on his body, he simply stared at him, jaw dropped. Honestly he didn’t know what else to say. However this did explain the man’s feminine demeanor…nonetheless, he was still very confused and couldn’t muster up anything to say at the moment. Finding himself even more dumbfounded as the vampire smacked the girl in the forehead, he wondered what in the hell as V8 was. V8 as in the engine? He was confused, culture had never really been his thing. Just then the man began to walk away and Angel simply stared at the girl, seeing the shocked look on her face after having been smacked. He was just about as confused as she was, and wasn’t sure if he should go after the vampire or not. [/blockquote][/color]
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Word Count: 730
Outfit: He's wearing this...because I'm lazy.
Notes: Lmao!
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[Katheryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor]

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[/font][/size]atheryn 'Kathy' Anne O'Connor was confused.

She looked at her outfit for a long time but couldn't figure out if she liked it. It did no good putting the outfit on as she couldn't see in the mirror but as it laid on her bed she couldn't decide. She felt as if it needed something, but didn't know what. The outfit was fairly simple. It was a flowy halter top (that she used as a dress since she was tiny and the halter was meant to be long) and a pair of black leggings. She didn't know what shoes to pair with it but it didn't really matter since she wasn't actually going anywhere. Figuring it didn't matter she pulled on the clothing before heading off to her brother's room. Finding it empty she snuck upstairs as quiet as a mouse and was surprised to hear a girl yelling. She stopped behind the door so she could see and hear but no one else would know she was there.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing from this girl who she didn't know. She heard numerous curse words coming from the girl (in which she fought her natural child instinct to cover her ears) and the worst part about it was that they seemed to be directed towards her brother and Buffy. She didn't understand but she waited to see what was said back. She knew that something was going on between her older brother and his girlfriend but she didn't know what. However either way she knew that Angel wouldn't let anyone talk bad about Buffy so she waited...feeling quite devious.

She heard Angel mumble about a compliment and good luck but didn't know what he was saying thank you to. She didn't get grownups, they were weird. However things took an even weirder turn when another person came into view, though the young vampire couldn't see who from her hiding spot.

She heard a voice that she knew...she KNEW that she knew...and her eyes narrowed at the door as she realized that it was AJ. What the heck was he doing here? She heard him ramble about getting schooled, a costume, reputation, stealing someone's name and innocence. She heard his classic line of not having time for the shenanigans and then heard the V8 comment. She hadn't heard her older brother say anything (and while they would have a talk about that later) she didn't care in the moment. She quickly ran out of her hiding spot and ran towards the door, sliding under Angel's arm and yelled for AJ. "AJ!!!!!!" She yelled out, watching as he turned around slowly. Throwing herself into his arms and snuggled into his shoulder, clinging to him like a little monkey. "I had my V8 today!" She grinned at him. "What's my prize?" She giggled.

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Tag:: Anora James, AJ Adams, Angel O’Connor
Outfit:: Outfit!--- Click there for Kathy’s outfit!
Note:: Freaking love AJ! He’s hysterical! And the thought of Angel being confronted with AJ is so damn funny I about peeeed my pants!
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[nora]

Turning when she heard the sound of another male voice, Nora saw another man come striding up as if he owned the place, which given that he had a penis and didn't look very much like a Watcher made Nora a little curious, but then again with the kind of welcome she'd gotten here, she didn't know which way was up anymore, especially because once he got closer he set off her internal 'VAMPIRE' alarm. And as soon as his second sentence was started with the word 'bitch' closely followed by a raised finger, Nora knew she'd had enough, those two thing together equaled only one thing and that was usually gay boy drama, which was something Nora was in no mood for tonight. There was no reasoning with gay boy drama and it was a fruitless effort to try. So instead, Nora turned around and started heading back down the sidewalk that the man had just come up.

Her only intentions now were to head back to her little motel room, curl up in bed and call it an early night. Clearly all of Buffy's talk about banding together and helping the girls that she'd helped awaken and taking responsibility for the after effects of the call that she needed to make, words that Nora still wasn't completely sure that she could trust given that what she'd seen of Buffy as a person were very short and all of it very hot and cold, were all lies, it was why she'd responded the way she did. If they wanted her so badly, they could come track her down this time. Though if things kept going the way that they seemed like they were going now, they would come along with their Castor friend and take her powers and her memories by force, despite what Buffy had tried to tell her to the contrary.

That made her sick somewhere inside her chest; Buffy was a Champion, Angel, while he had a bit of a history of being a jerk without his soul and at least a little brash when he did, was a Champion; she had no idea who this new guy was and frankly she was getting too tired and heart-sick to care. Obviously the word 'Champion' didn't hold the same weight that it used to. Nora knew that in her grandmother's Diaries it had meant 'those who help the helpless or those in need', she was no bleeding heart sob story and would never claim to be such. But she was on the run for an accidental murder brought on by super powers on the other side of the world from her home, the only person who'd ever loved her was over six years in the grave; she'd finally found the people who could help her with her kick started destiny, didn't that at least warrant a 'who are you' rather then a GTFOB?

Apparently not.

Nora actually paused for a second when she heard the new guy's comments about her clothes and her weight. It wasn't what he'd said, Nora had been getting picked on for her clothing choices for years but the way she explained it to people who cared to ask was that she dressed for herself and no one else, so why did it matter. Nor was she worried at all about her weight, years of active physical training on the off chance that one day she did get called to be the Slayer had left her happily trim, besides even if she wasn't corsets hid a multitude of sins. It was the fact that he'd tried to call her out like they were standing in the middle of a high school cafeteria rather then standing on the lawn of a training compound that actually shocked the hell out of her. But then he turned his drama back onto Angel having stolen his name, well... while Nora had heard of Angel, she'd never heard of another vampire going by that name.

If Nora remembered correctly from her lessons, in vampiric society names were held close like a right of passage or status symbol, no one could really agree on what the name represented, but no one but meaningless shovel-heads ever shared the same name. Epic fights to the Death had been fought over the right to a certain name within days or even hours of someone discovering the copy, and if he claimed to be older then Angel, with the fame and notoriety that the Whirlwind had acquired while they terrorized Europe, why did it take him so long to do something about it? Even if it wasn't until Angel started going by Angel, that was still at least the middle of the 20th century. Hell he'd gone under with the U.S. Army during WW2 under the name Angel. What gave? Then again, it was none of her real concern, Nora was going back to her motel, probably packing her things now that she was thinking about it and heading out. She wasn't staying here in Richmond, the only things that might have tied her here had either lied to her face or just mocked the shit out of her. She'd dealt with that in high school, she was not doing it again with people who were much older then your average adult, and should probably know better. But again... whatever.

It was here that someone caught her off guard and hit her hard in the back of the head. In the few seconds she had, because thankfully thoughts traveled a lot faster; Nora felt that that very much was not this person's full strength, but that they didn't have as much gauge as they thought about holding it back. Apparently, by his cute little phrase the new guy had intended to only tap her a little, but rather he knocked her forward with a surprise attack and Nora fell forward fast. While most of her training had fallen into her dexterity and agility, Nora's hands barely came out to stop her from hitting the sidewalk right, instead one wrist got yanked around wrong and her head bounced against the sidewalk with a very sickening crack before landing again just as hard thanks to the extra momentum. Having experienced many a head injury at the hands of her foster father, Nora had never actually felt her brains leaking onto the sidewalk before. It was wet, but it felt thicker then blood... everything was starting to get dark and Nora felt very sick to her stomach. Her vision went before her hearing went completely and the last thing that Nora heard before she blacked out completely was the laughter of a little girl, still mocking her even as she lay there in a pool of her own blood.



::stop:: I'm tagging in the Combat Medic, so I don't die
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Music
::you're it:: Vi, AJ, Angel, Kathy
::the credit:: Jess

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[vi]

Moving to Richmond had definitely been the right idea. While she had done a significant amount of good in NYC, most of her girls had already passed Slayer School 101 with flying colors and a stamp of approval from B; not that Vi was all that surprised. For some reason, the girls she had seemed to want to listen to her, and respected her. On a purely selfish front, that was awesome. The fact that they had become Bitty Bad Asses in their own right upgraded that awesome to an Awesomesauce. The Big Apple didn't need her anymore; so 'Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jog' went the Granola Slayer. And things were certainly far from boring at Slayer HQ!

Angel was… Broken.

There! She said it! He was miserable and a watercolor person since something went all ker-flooey in his life. Something involving the Buffster and his Grumbly Super Foreheady Self. And Spike was rocking the Mopey McMopeMope so hard he was starting to brood like only his bloodline could. Not that she would ever say that outloud. Something about those Order of Aurelius vampires made them predestined to be very volatile, and incredibly artistic. Maybe it was one of the traits the Roman Methuselah looked for himself and passed on to his Childer? It would make sense, when you looked at the Whirlwind; the Beauty and Artistry of the Flesh with Darla, the incredible Illustrator of Angel(us), the Sublime Perception of a Synesthesia'ed Seer in Drusilla, and the Open Hearted Empath of a Poet in Spike. It was kind of, well… poetic; and something she had to mention to Giles a.s.a.p. once all the apparent hullabaloo of the last week settled down to a mere catastrophe. As far as Vi was concerned, they were so Clan Toreador and everybody took their crazy pills this week.

And then there was Giles…

He was feeling, well, less than belongy lately. The Sccobies were being this Wall of Silence, very Cop Blue Wall when one of their own is accused of a crime. Thing was, nobody had accused anybody of anything. Which meant someone was feeling guilty about something that they didn't want Giles to know about. And if it wasn't the dodgy vibe from Buff and Angel, then she was a monkey's uncle. He was acting as though he felt he wasn't involved, a trait she saw in him around when he decided Spike needed to play BDSM Bondy-Bondage Time with the man who took the 'Pal' out of Principal. And if she knew Ripper Von KickAss, he was going to do something dark, naughty, and potentially drastic to get the Team on the same well, team again. It was something she honestly looked up to Giles for; the man could turn off that nagging feeling in the back of his head and do anything needed to keep the team together, even if it could be construed as treading the line. He had (no maybe about it) blood on his hands. But it was there to keep all of his loved ones safe. That made him a Good Man in her eyes, like Bud and the rest of the MC. Because Good Men did what they need to do despite it all, Champions were different. And what she saw outside was a spit in the face of that very Ideal…

Heroes. Champions.

These were not merely words to anyone who claimed allegiance with the Powers That Be. And yet, here were people, Vampire people no less, giving in to their inner darkness. Now, Vi knew Angel. Granted better than he knew her, but Angel was someone she respected. Buffy loved him, whether or not they were going through some Peter Jackson intense quest riddled with challenges to prove worthy of that love didn't matter. Or whatever sucktacular supernatural romantic drama got them there in the first place. He was someone worth respecting, Goddamnit. (And the fact that that word even passed her thoughts spoke true to how passionate Vi felt about this point.) And Kathy, again was only someone she knew in passing from seeing her around the house. But she had managed to somehow against the odds maintain a soul and a conscience; a feat that was nigh impossible to even her big brother or she wouldn't have been allowed near the girls. True, she acted immature, but to be fair so did their General in Girlish Greatness. Everyone had that need to be protected, and after the bullcud she probably had went through all these years as a child vampire, the Littlest Vamp that Could deserved leeway. But not this. This was beneath both of them.

And then there was this new character on the block.

How he was on Team Good, Vi expected an immediate explanation. He did not have a soul. Three vampires did. The One of the Angelic Face circa 1898. Little Miss Katheryn O'Connor, grandchilder of Joseph Heinrich Nest and childer of The Darling One. And William the Bloody (Awful Poet: in the Victorian Era, he was damn spiffy now) Pratt. This man, was bzzzt none of the Above. Nor was he a member of the Fellowship of Judas***, as the Iscariots were a group of Demons (and vampires) blessed by the Powers That Be to become Champions in their name after grueling Trials. Held to a strict moral code that did NOT involve hitting defenseless girls. To the naked eye, he bore no markings of their Covenant to the Greater Beings, and they aren't known for subtly. So, he was a 'Good Guy' in loose terms only. Which meant that while fellow vamps might trust him, Vi needed proof. And if he gave her problems, well, he wasn't an issue.

No matter how Big or Bad he might think he was, this 'AJ' was no Turok-Han. Which meant, Vi had him. Period. End of story. True, he might hurt her, maybe even wind her. But she would win if she threw down and that was a proven fact a year ago. And she wasn't sipping Tab and eating Fritos the last twelve plus months. She was training harder and better than ever so she could keep up with the Greats. Which meant she was only getting better.

It boggled her mind how they could do this to someone. A Potential from the feel of her. It was so far out of Angel and hopefully Kathy's character, even if they were feeling awful that day. She was one of theirs. A Good Guy who for all Vi knew, came here invited. And here was the trio of vampires, who by the way came off as 'Hostile, Danger, Warning!' to anyone on Team Slayerette, playing bat the Steampunk girl around. And whenever her head smacked against the pavement like a melon, spilling blood and who knows what else into the air (like that wouldn't further cause problems, what was with them today?!) Vi acted. Head wounds were tricky, and bleed way more than they had any right to..

Flying through the open door, and ignoring her Chai tea and Tofu Pad Thai to clatter onto the floor, Vi blurred past in Slayer swiftness born in the Sunnydale Hellmouth and honed to a deadly edge. A quick visual triage proved the worst and Vi couldn't help but scowl and let loose words no one had ever heard from her. "Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you?! Get me a First Aid kit Kathy is it, Now, Please?? I can see a small scrape showing what I hope isn't exposed skull and maybe a small fissure? Hurry! And call Giles!" The tone wasn't cruel, if anything she beseeched the young vampiress like any of her fellow Slayers. Someone was in Danger. Big 'D' Danger here. And if Kathy had a heart of gold Vi hoped she did, she could count on her wanting to help.

Hoping against all hope that the little one would blur off to aid her, Vi turned to Angel with a look of heartbreak in her eyes. "Angel, what is going on here? I know you're in pain about something and I know it's probably for a damned good reason, but you are a Champion. A Hero. For the Goddess-Damned Powers That Be. We Protect the innocent, not let some stranger play Bouncy Ball with her skull? She's my Sister, Angel. Like all the rest of us. You're so much better than this, Hon. Snap out of this new funk and remember who you are! Consider this a Morality Wake Up Call!" With a sheen of tears in her eyes, Vi tried to keep the young girl from slipping too far into unconsciousness with a quick field medic tricks and a prayer.

Turning to AJ, Vi's eyes narrowed into slits. "I don't know or frankly right now care, who you think you are. But so help me Goddess if you EVER lay a finger on one of my Sisters again, I will not hesitate to introduce you to the inside of a Dyson, do you understand me? Not only is Buffy going to hear about this, but if I don't get an explanation right this damned second as to why you are attacking one of My Girls on Our Compound, I will treat you like a Hostile and you will beg for a swift death." The threat was heavy, and quite frankly warranted. He was an unknown vampire, playing punching bag with a Slayer at Slayer HQ. She had never seen him before, and quite frankly no excuse was going to rationalize why he just hurt an innocent girl. Because if Buffy did know him, No way would the Hero who gave her life TWICE to save the world would EVER be okay with something like this.

"We have all said things about and to Buffy that were less than Kumba-freaking-yah. But this is not only beyond overreacting but frankly something I'd expect out of Caleb's boys. Or are the Good Guys forgetting what the higher road is and simply enforcing overacting 'Might Makes Right'? 'Cause if that's that case, I did not sign up for this."

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*** A canon group created by Joss to allow Good Demons in RPGs! I thought they guys were SOOO freaking cool when I found out about them.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: <3 Edited to help with the confusion? <3

Pass a Note: (Ren wanted me Tagged in as Medic!^w^) We're the Good Guys still, right? The Good Guys so in character would normally not approve of this kind of thing or I was watching the wrong TV show. Hell, they didn't treat Dana and Faith like this, and they were murders... o.O

Next in Initiative: AJ, Angel, Kathy, Nora (OPEN)
Listen Check: Jax giggling over 'In His Likeness'
Equipped Items: Outfit
Credit: Jax

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[Drusilla 'Dru' Keeble]

Oh... look at that the strong silent type... nice. Aj thought to himself looking from Angel to the girl, back o the door when he herd little feet running. He knew who the feet belonged to, they way she stepped, each time her foot landed it was familiar. He only raised her, well... kind of. He raised her in her vampire life. He was responsible for all that was Kathy. Okay so not really, but he'd take it. Soon she was in his arms, and he hugged her back. "Good girl." He said with a bit of a smile. "You get a big old hug, and the proud feeling of not being a prostatot." He added with a chuckle. Had she knowen what that was it would be less funny. But AJ was never one to hold back. Physically young or not, she still needed to know how life worked, and she needed to keep up with the times. So he'd school her. He'd teach her words that a normal girl her age should not know. But seeing as she was immortal, she needed to learn, grow and be happy. So he'd teach her.

But not even a second later, and the girl he just hit on the head began her long hard fall on the concrete. What the fuck. This girl called herself a slayer or whatever? yeah right. She was nothing but a human, shit she was not even that she was a jelly fish. A fucking jelly fish. He hardly taped her fucking head. Just like the commercials. Sure it might stun her for a minute and cause her head to be pushed back, but she could hardly fall like that. Dang. He turned to watch, and as soon as he herd the crack, he spun Kathy around, lifted her shirt up a little, grabbing her phone, before the phone reached his ear it was already ringing. He could already tell this was more then he could handle. And then another bitch had to walk up. AJ said nothing to her, he was too busy shouting out orders to the poor girl on the other end of the line. There was nothing he could do here for her. Nothing at all. She was as good as dead. Once the women over the phone confirmed an ambo was on it's way he let the phone drop, ripping his shirt off in the process. He'd buy her a new one had he broke it.

As he ripped off his shirt, the movie way, right down the middle, he turned to the new girl. "Don't you dare tell her what to do bitch. And get the fuck away from the chick before you cause more damage." He added looking to Kathy. "I'm hot get me a Popsicle." He order, before literally picking up the new girl and giving her a nice toss into the next yard over. Or if she was light enough he might have thrown her further. But she was annoying, and best she'd get was a broken tail bone, if she landed wrong. This girl here was like dead, her freaking brain matter on the sidewalk. Yeah... she was clearly his first priority. He'd go see if the other chick was alright once he did what he could for this one. Soon he was bend over the girl, wrapping her head best he could, making sure to tie it tight to attempt to stop the bleeding, though with a head wound this bad, the only way to stop it was to stitch it. And he could hardly to that here. Had he tried the girl would only get an infection and die faster.

Stupid stupid people. No really. Stupid. Once the girls head was all wrapped he looked to Angel. "You Hot stuff, watch her, let me know if anything changes." He added whipping the blood on his hand off on his jeans. He'd have to rip them off later. "Ah bitch. You land on anything funny?" He asked making his way over to the girl who he just threw half way across the neighbors yard. Worst he could have done was break a tail bone, unless she tried to land on her head or something. And what dumb ass would try to kill herself.

((Seeing as the thread is ending, I just kind of fudged it. I did not read everything, and I just kind of did what I wanted because it was just a dream anyway. But yeah. Lets try this again... only without the dead part<3))

[Buffy Anne Summers]

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Sitting up straight in her bed she took a deep breath, trying to relax the pounding of her heart. Wow, not a good dream at all. She really had no idea where any of that had come from but she was really really really glad that it had been a dream and nothing like it would have happened in real life. Granted, with her life there was never really that guarantee but she hoped that this was not the case in this particular instance. She had no idea what she would do if that particular scene played out in her life though she knew she would do whatever she could to prevent it.

Getting up from her bed she threw on her robe and padded down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Her pajamas were fairly simple...a small pair of gray shorts from Victoria’s Secret and a white tank top that said Love and Juicy on it. She had taken to wearing shorts and tanks rather than her usual full out pajamas that she had grown up wearing when she had been with Riley and the trend just had never left her. Her pink robe was comfortable and warm so it worked out well in the drafty house.

Once downstairs she grabbed a glass of water and sat at the bar...hoping desperately that her dream hadn't been prophetic though even if it was she would make sure that it didn't come to play the way her dream did.

One thing was for sure...for the next few days she was definitely going to be the only one answering the door.

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Outfit:: Click here to see Buffy’s Pajamas
Note:: Yeah, this post got a bit too out of hand…so I figured we’d blame it on Buffy’s really really really weird ass dreams. Lol

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[ADMIN BRITT]