The City of Angels

[darth_wells]

I have come here, Me cap-i-tan, ready to lead my people, or in this case add my consiterable talents to those already possessed by Angel Investigations

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[queencor]

"It was one drink! In the spirit of finding out information which I got thank you very much." I say, rolling my eyes. "Whatever. We'll go back later and find the stupid room. That's what's important." I head into the lobby proper, wondering if Angel could be any more weird about this. Probably not.

[vampdetective]

I follow her in, still annoyed. "Why is it I keep having to remind people that they're the enemy? Evil, up to no good? Yeah, schmoozing with him was a real good idea, especially considering what he could have spiked your drink with--"

I break off when I see a guy standing there, looking a little lost. Probably a new client, I decide--he looks helpless. "Can I help you? We help the helpless...or is it hopeless?" I look at Cordy for help on that one.

[queencor]

"It was one drink, it didn't kill me, and he gave me what I wanted." I say, then turn to look. I smile. "Andrew!" I say, heading over. "You got here. Finally, what'd you do, get lost?"

[darth_wells]

There was a moment of uncertaintly, but then I remembered. I was ANDREW. a hardend vetran in the battle between good and evil.
"I had engagements to attend to before I could come. I told you. Have you been treated well? Been combating Evil?" Cordelia was a lovley minion, opinionated, but helpful. "And Angel, the vampire with a soul? It is an honor to meet you."

[darth_wells]

"Excuse me." I say with some chill, tugging my shirt over the mark. "I was unaware we were discussing the methods employed in our fields. While I am a summoner of great might and skill, there will always be events that mark our lives, some our bodies, some our souls. A gentleman doesn't bandy tales. I don't wish to discuss it further," Some things were private...and not mine to tell.

[queencor]

I cough. Yes, let's not discuss where Andrew got that scar. Woops. "He knows what he's doing, get off his case." I mutter. "Let's change the subject! I'd rather be thinking about playing Mission Impossible on Wolfram and Hart."

[vampdetective]

Something about Cordy's reaction and the scar itself is starting to bug me. Wait, she didn't...but am getting a distinctly Cordyesque vibe from it. I recoil. Oh god, I really don't want this image in my head. Even if the idea of Cordy biting is a little hot.

I cough. "Uh, yes. Although I don't know how Andrew's uh...special skills are going to help us infiltrate."

[darth_wells]

"Well, do we have a dungeon map?" At the looks they give me...no one here plays Dungeons and Dragons...fools. "A floor plan? a layout of the expected traps and monsters?" Any dungeonmaster knows the importance of maps.

[darth_wells]

I keep forgeting....I twitch and reply.
"You have a special connection to the gods or the powers or what ever you want to call it. Cleric class. I really wish you'd have read those books. I did pack them."
maybe he's a paladin....
*grumble*
"very well, if you insist..." on continuing with this folly..."I shall stay and unpack. Who's the healer?" I may need to know this for later.

[queencor]

"We don't have one, unless you count me and my wicked first aid skills." I say with a sigh. "So should you have the burning desire to learn healing magic, don't count on one."

[vampdetective]

"Actally, I'm not against that idea...if you want to try and take it up," I say to Andrew. "Not that I need it much, but doctor's bills can really eat into the bottom line." Maybe that'll keep him busy.

[darth_wells]

They've got to be joking?
Fighters, Clerics and no healers.
I've got to lie down.
"I think I need to lie down."