Pylea, Wesley's World, Sunday Fandom Time
Last time on 'Insane-O-Plot,' Kennedy and Tara went with Angel and Lorne to interro-- no, let's say interview Lorne's family on the matter of constructing portals.
It was possible that that interview had turned into kind of a party.
The feasting and celebration was going splendidly, thank you oh so much for asking. Granted, the food was ambiguous meat that no one could get a straight answer on what it was, and the celebration consisted largely of Numfar's various dance routines, but it was festive, and that was the important part.
Naturally, that meant that the proper rituals of a Pylean festival had to be observed, which was why Landok called for everyone to hush as he presented the great and noble champion Kennedy with a crebbil.
...it was an axe.
"It is time for the Bach-Nal!" he declared. "Kennedy, you shall swing the crebbil!"
Kennedy
"...it's an axe," Kennedy commented unnecessarily, but she was grinning (if still a mite twitchy); couldn't complain about a party in her honor, even if it was. Uh. Not what she was used to, and she hadn't actually eaten anything due to excessive amounts of dubiousness.
"But hey, the shiny weapons, give 'em here."
Lorne
"The crebbil--?" Lorne sputtered, nearly spitting out some mead. Or the Pylean equivalent of the same. It certainly wasn't a Sea Breeze. "Wait -- Kennedy!"
Landok
Too bad that was largely drowned out by Landok and a few of his friends escorting Kennedy to a large platform as loudly as possible, huh?
"Swing the crebbil!" chanted a few Pyleans in the front. "Swing!"
Fred
And then another two friends of Landok's brought over what looked like a sacrifice of sorts. Or... 'who' looked like. Because it was a small waif-like girl in her early twenties, clad entirely in rags, and she was being hauled onto the platform in front of Kennedy. So.
"Make it quick, make it quick, make it quick..."
Tara
Tara's mouth suddenly went dry, and she folded her arms around herself.
"... what's going on?"
She had a good guess. She just wanted to be wrong.
Lorne
"No one ever listens to me when I warn them," Lorne grumbled.
Missing the point, Lorne, cupcake.
Kennedy
Kennedy's eager grin dissipated into a horrified look in a hundredth of a second flat.
"Oh my god, it's you."
For the most part, during their time in L.A., she'd been content to leave Willow and Fred to their geeking out, but every now and then it had been fun to hang around. And now-- oh, no, she was not about to execute her girlfriend's friend, alternate-universe version or not.
"What, are you kidding me?" she demanded, glancing desperately at Angel. "I'm not doing this!"
Landok
"The cow is a runaway!" Landok insisted. "A scavenger, that sneaks down from the hills and plunders our food stores."
Right, because Kennedy was just questioning whether or not the girl deserved to be crebbled to death.
Kennedy
"And again with the cow thing," Kennedy retorted. "Really, really not gonna win any of you any points with the ladies, trust me on that. Oh, and also, in case I wasn't clear about it? Not doing this."
Not just because it would be really awkward if she ever got home, either. Hi, killing humans? So very much no.
Landok
"You will not swing the crebbil?" Landok boomed.
Yep, that was the general idea, dude.
Lorne
Off on the sidelines, away from the platform where all this was going on, Lorne glanced at Tara. Clearly this called for a distraction of some sort, so... "Got any tricks up your sleeve, pumpkin?" he asked in a low voice.
Tara
Tara shook her head, mute and very sad. Then --
"Well. Maybe," she said, and lifted a hand, her lips moving silently.
A stream of purple and silver balls of light began bouncing through the clearing. It looked a bit like a disco ball had exploded -- but as something both harmless and hard to ignore, it made for an excellent distraction.
Lorne
Yeah, that was quite a distraction. Immediately the crowd of Pyleans began pointing up at the various sparkling balls of light, utterly distracted from the Bach-Nal situation at hand.
"Oh, sweetie, you're perfection," Lorne whispered, thrilled by this distraction. Tara was totally his favorite of this team, it was true. "I'll stick around here to try and get some actual answers out of Mother -- you and your friends had probably better skedaddle."
Angel
'Skedaddling,' as it were, seemed to be the salient issue on Angel's mind too. Not far from the platform where this Bach-Nal situation was going on, there was a pair of horses that Angel had maybe just spent the last ten minutes trying to untether. Finally he'd gotten it sorted out, which was fortunate, because that... disco ball explosion made for a perfect time for an escape. "Guys!" he hissed. "Time to get a move on?"
Tara
Tara thought that sounded like excellent advice. She put a final push of magic behind the spell so the light would keep bouncing around for a few more minutes, then scurried off toward the horses.
"I know how to ride," she offered softly. "If that helps."
Kennedy
Kennedy had been tightening her grip on the crebbil...axe-thing, ready to fight, when she noticed the spell and laughed in relief, then spotted her friends heading toward the horses.
"Come on," she said in an undertone to Fred, reaching out with her free hand to help her up. "Get behind me, 'cause if there's anything we're doing with a quickness it's getting the hell out of here."
Fred
And that wasn't what Fred had expected, wasn't what she'd been expecting at all. She looked, wide-eyed, from the bouncing balls of light to the horses to Kennedy. All of those things seemed to be decidedly good things, and... good things never happened here.
But come on, like she was going to resist? She wasn't stupid. Just wary, and... maybe a little starstruck.
"K-kay," she whispered, letting herself be hauled up.
Angel
"Good," Angel said to Tara as he swung himself up onto one of the horses. "Then you can lead us the hell out of here." He waited until it looked like Kennedy and Fred were getting close, then grabbed the reins and hoped that years of watching Darla would be enough to teach him how to get a horse to gallop. Not dirty. "Let's go!"
Lorne
And Lorne -- just to make absolutely sure the distraction was working -- was just going to take this opportunity to burst into song, thus traumatizing aaaall the demons around him, since, after all, they'd never heard of music before.
It was possible he was having way too much fun with this.
[[still nfi/nfb/ooc-okay, and adapted from angel 2x21, "through the looking glass." preplayed with the spectacular wesleynotponcy and inimitable life_inshadow, and continued from here.]]
It was possible that that interview had turned into kind of a party.
The feasting and celebration was going splendidly, thank you oh so much for asking. Granted, the food was ambiguous meat that no one could get a straight answer on what it was, and the celebration consisted largely of Numfar's various dance routines, but it was festive, and that was the important part.
Naturally, that meant that the proper rituals of a Pylean festival had to be observed, which was why Landok called for everyone to hush as he presented the great and noble champion Kennedy with a crebbil.
...it was an axe.
"It is time for the Bach-Nal!" he declared. "Kennedy, you shall swing the crebbil!"
Kennedy
"...it's an axe," Kennedy commented unnecessarily, but she was grinning (if still a mite twitchy); couldn't complain about a party in her honor, even if it was. Uh. Not what she was used to, and she hadn't actually eaten anything due to excessive amounts of dubiousness.
"But hey, the shiny weapons, give 'em here."
Lorne
"The crebbil--?" Lorne sputtered, nearly spitting out some mead. Or the Pylean equivalent of the same. It certainly wasn't a Sea Breeze. "Wait -- Kennedy!"
Landok
Too bad that was largely drowned out by Landok and a few of his friends escorting Kennedy to a large platform as loudly as possible, huh?
"Swing the crebbil!" chanted a few Pyleans in the front. "Swing!"
Fred
And then another two friends of Landok's brought over what looked like a sacrifice of sorts. Or... 'who' looked like. Because it was a small waif-like girl in her early twenties, clad entirely in rags, and she was being hauled onto the platform in front of Kennedy. So.
"Make it quick, make it quick, make it quick..."
Tara
Tara's mouth suddenly went dry, and she folded her arms around herself.
"... what's going on?"
She had a good guess. She just wanted to be wrong.
Lorne
"No one ever listens to me when I warn them," Lorne grumbled.
Missing the point, Lorne, cupcake.
Kennedy
Kennedy's eager grin dissipated into a horrified look in a hundredth of a second flat.
"Oh my god, it's you."
For the most part, during their time in L.A., she'd been content to leave Willow and Fred to their geeking out, but every now and then it had been fun to hang around. And now-- oh, no, she was not about to execute her girlfriend's friend, alternate-universe version or not.
"What, are you kidding me?" she demanded, glancing desperately at Angel. "I'm not doing this!"
Landok
"The cow is a runaway!" Landok insisted. "A scavenger, that sneaks down from the hills and plunders our food stores."
Right, because Kennedy was just questioning whether or not the girl deserved to be crebbled to death.
Kennedy
"And again with the cow thing," Kennedy retorted. "Really, really not gonna win any of you any points with the ladies, trust me on that. Oh, and also, in case I wasn't clear about it? Not doing this."
Not just because it would be really awkward if she ever got home, either. Hi, killing humans? So very much no.
Landok
"You will not swing the crebbil?" Landok boomed.
Yep, that was the general idea, dude.
Lorne
Off on the sidelines, away from the platform where all this was going on, Lorne glanced at Tara. Clearly this called for a distraction of some sort, so... "Got any tricks up your sleeve, pumpkin?" he asked in a low voice.
Tara
Tara shook her head, mute and very sad. Then --
"Well. Maybe," she said, and lifted a hand, her lips moving silently.
A stream of purple and silver balls of light began bouncing through the clearing. It looked a bit like a disco ball had exploded -- but as something both harmless and hard to ignore, it made for an excellent distraction.
Lorne
Yeah, that was quite a distraction. Immediately the crowd of Pyleans began pointing up at the various sparkling balls of light, utterly distracted from the Bach-Nal situation at hand.
"Oh, sweetie, you're perfection," Lorne whispered, thrilled by this distraction. Tara was totally his favorite of this team, it was true. "I'll stick around here to try and get some actual answers out of Mother -- you and your friends had probably better skedaddle."
Angel
'Skedaddling,' as it were, seemed to be the salient issue on Angel's mind too. Not far from the platform where this Bach-Nal situation was going on, there was a pair of horses that Angel had maybe just spent the last ten minutes trying to untether. Finally he'd gotten it sorted out, which was fortunate, because that... disco ball explosion made for a perfect time for an escape. "Guys!" he hissed. "Time to get a move on?"
Tara
Tara thought that sounded like excellent advice. She put a final push of magic behind the spell so the light would keep bouncing around for a few more minutes, then scurried off toward the horses.
"I know how to ride," she offered softly. "If that helps."
Kennedy
Kennedy had been tightening her grip on the crebbil...axe-thing, ready to fight, when she noticed the spell and laughed in relief, then spotted her friends heading toward the horses.
"Come on," she said in an undertone to Fred, reaching out with her free hand to help her up. "Get behind me, 'cause if there's anything we're doing with a quickness it's getting the hell out of here."
Fred
And that wasn't what Fred had expected, wasn't what she'd been expecting at all. She looked, wide-eyed, from the bouncing balls of light to the horses to Kennedy. All of those things seemed to be decidedly good things, and... good things never happened here.
But come on, like she was going to resist? She wasn't stupid. Just wary, and... maybe a little starstruck.
"K-kay," she whispered, letting herself be hauled up.
Angel
"Good," Angel said to Tara as he swung himself up onto one of the horses. "Then you can lead us the hell out of here." He waited until it looked like Kennedy and Fred were getting close, then grabbed the reins and hoped that years of watching Darla would be enough to teach him how to get a horse to gallop. Not dirty. "Let's go!"
Lorne
And Lorne -- just to make absolutely sure the distraction was working -- was just going to take this opportunity to burst into song, thus traumatizing aaaall the demons around him, since, after all, they'd never heard of music before.
It was possible he was having way too much fun with this.
[[still nfi/nfb/ooc-okay, and adapted from angel 2x21, "through the looking glass." preplayed with the spectacular wesleynotponcy and inimitable life_inshadow, and continued from here.]]