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[_lorne_]

Helping hand. It's what I do. No, it's what I am. I'm a guide, helping people to find their path. Sometimes, that means crawling out of Caritas, and going to a client. Especially when that client's a potential Slayer.

I know a little bit about Slayers. Not as much as Wesley, and not near as much as Angel-cakes, of course. I've heard of

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[slayer_wannabe_]

“How does this work, exactly?” I ask, even though Oz gave me the cliff-notes version a few minutes ago. I still can’t quite wrap my head around it. I never really understood the magic mojo Willow had working for her, and this is nowhere near that.

I push my foot off the wall and try standing up straight, my stomach cramps at the quick action, but I try to ignore it as much as I can. I need to put it in the furthest regions of my mind.

It doesn't help.

[ozwolf]

I sit back on the steps, watching and being genrally quiet. I thanked Lorne before bringing him down here to meet Kennedy. He's doing a big favor and I told him I'd owe him one. Or that we should go out and get drunk afterwards or somesuch. I'm still in my 'could use a drink' state of mind...even if no one can tell.

[_lorne_]

"First things first, cupcake," I say, folding my arms, and leaning against the wall, "Being tense tightens your aura, and clouds it. I'd still be able to see it, but I'd have to squint like the dickens."

[slayer_wannabe_]

I'm apprehensive. How can they actually believe what this guy's going to see? Maybe I'm wrong. I went around killing his kind for months and now... what do they expect?

Don't be tense.

I take a deep stabilizing breath and try to focus. "Better?"