London ~1830

[resurrected_b]

Oh my God, Cordy is so living in a dreamworld. She's got it all set in her mind that Angel and Giles and whoever else are going to come sweeping in at any moment and rescue us. I mean, yes, it's totally great that she thought of sending the letter, and if it got to them then I don't have to keep worrying about Dawnie freaking out that we're dead or

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[ace_jenkins]

I'm less than impressed whn my 'maid' has the audacity to practically drag me away from Charles - and he is so very charming for a servant. Plus he has been giving me many fine orgasms over the past few days that have more than made up for my lack of, well, everything else.

"Yes?" I ask, glaring at her to show that this better be important.

[resurrected_b]

I make sure we're out of range of Jeeves or whatever his name is before turning on her and whispering, "Sheesh, you're as bad as "Lady Charolette"! You planning on setting up housekeeping? I guess your great grandchildren could pop into Sunnydale and tell everyone, 'Sorry, too busy boinking to look for a way home', huh?"

Which doesn't make the glare go away. "We need to keep looking. You say you don't have any more friends to hit up for favors, but there's gotta be some demony types around that know stuff. Like maybe there's some artifact in a museum we can borrow or--look, I just need to know where the demons hang out so I can go do some...uh, creative interrogation." I glance over at Jeeves who's looking a little put out at having his fun interrupted. "Then, by all means, go back to doing the servants."

[ace_jenkins]

She's got that look in her eyes - you know, the one that says that she's not going to let this go until she gets her way? I sigh. "We won't find anything - at least, not anything I know to look for, but if you need this to feel more in control and Slayer-like, then fine. We'll go kill something." After all, a violent Slayer is a happy Slayer.

[resurrected_b]

Oh, thank God, someone's being reasonable. "Yes, plus I want to get back to modern plumbing...soon. So maybe there's a demon out there you never met who knows someone with a crazy time-travelling artifact. That's who I want to beat up for information."

I give her an optimistic smile and walk over to a ceremonial sword that's been mounted and is hanging on the wall. "Say, do you think it'd be too conspicuous if I took that along? Because stakes really aren't the best for most types of demons."

[resurrected_b]

The streets are definitely starting to look (and smell) seedier and I wonder if it's safe to lose the hood yet. My slayer instincts are twitching big time, but possibly it's just that we're starting to see hookers and other lowlifes scuttling around in the shadows now.

"Well, I appreciate it," I say. "Can you think, was there maybe a club or tavern or whatever where demons might hang out? That might be a good place to start."

[ace_jenkins]

"If you want to fit in round here, you may want to learn the word 'pub' - you may have heard Spike say it once or twice," I say, wondering again why Cordy isn't here. I suppose that she's at the house entertaining the local gentry in town for the Season, but why does that mean I to be out here looking for demons?

"I don't know the area very well - mostly I was in and out when I was here before." I think, knowing she wasn't going to take that for an answer. "There was one place - I've never been there, but, it might be a start. The Hanged Man - I believe it's down Whitworth Street."

[resurrected_b]

Oh yeah, 'porting in and out and no doubt preoccupied with wreaking bloody vengeance. Guess it doesn't give a girl much time to socialize.

"Okay, okay, pub...The Hanged Man, sounds about right for a demon hangout. Lead the way!" I follow her down the street, lifting the cloak out of the puddles, which I think are full of a lot more than rainwater. Ugh.

[ace_jenkins]

Okay, so what part of 'I don't know this area very well' did she not quite understand? After a few misturns though, I manage to stumble upon Whitworth Street - though it's less than an actual street per se and more of a dim and dirty alleyway.

Anyway, we find our way down in to the faded sign depicted a rather grapic Hanged Man.

"You first?" I offer - after all, she's the one with the strength and the weaponry. I'm just here as a tour guide, apparently.

[ace_jenkins]

Eww - I must have been crazy. Or desperate.

I'm going with crazy.

I push Torg away and decide that the vengenance demon approach is probably the best, given the circumstances.

"Look, Torg. This is all very nice and cosy, but we're in a bit of a hurry here - you know, places to go, wishes to grant, people to flay and all. Thing is, I'm in a bit of a bind here," I nod to Buffy, hoping she'll play along. "Bound by the power of the Wish, you know how it goes. She's the latest customer and you know what they say - the customer's always right," I laugh, trying to sound like I mean it. "Anyway, any information you might have to help her out would really, well, help me and I could, well, move on, which would be good, if you get my meaning."

I hope that was vague enough to be realistic, but I'm not sure going by the look on his face.

[resurrected_b]

Oh! Good plan, Anya! "Um, yeah, see I need vengeance big time..." I begin, looking at Torg's dubious face. How do I put time travel and vengeance together? "My uh, lover spurned me for a...the scullery maid, and that just is unacceptable. So I want to..." Think, Buffy, think! "Send him back in time! To before he met her. And then I can, um, dump him first." There, that almost made sense.

[ace_jenkins]

Okay, so next time - prep Buffy before asking her to come up with a believeabel story.

"You see now why I'm anxious to be rid of the girl - she can't even come up with a decent vengenace wish," I hiss, drawing him to one side.

"But, Anyanka, surely the power of the Wish covers time travel?" Torg asked, a little confused.

Great - if he's confused then he's buying the story. He never was the smartest cookie in the jar, as I remember.

"If only it did. Unfortunately, I seem to have hit a little, erm, snag. And you know what D'Hoffryn's like about failure..." I say, as if bringing him into my confidences. Hopefully that'll work - and impress him. "It's just a little favour and you always were such a mine of information.

I'm simpering. See what she's made me do? I knew this would turn out badly and yes - she's made me simper!

[resurrected_b]

Unbelievable. The guy is totally buying the story! I decide it's best to keep my mouth shut before any more idiocy comes blurting out.

Torg looks thoughtful. "Well, I do know this B'rachhi demon, he has a lair under London Bridge. He once told me about this orb...uh, the Orb of H'Asgradan that's supposed to allow the bearer to travel in time. Personally I think it's a myth, but you could check it out."

Ooh, a lead! I could just hug Torg...okay, maybe not, but I could hug Anya.

"So, is that worth a second date, Anyanka?" he asks, leering at her. Okay, thinking she's not gonna want a hug either.

[resurrected_b]

I look to where she's pointing and see it, small, white, and conveniently glow-in-the-darkish, making it seem magical, anyway. On a pile of stuff just behind the big dumb demon's left foot

[ace_jenkins]

"Yes, I got it!" I exclam, backing away warily from the demon. It doesn't look impresed that I'm holding it's prized possession...

[resurrected_b]

"Then I vote we get out of here," I reply, hurrying toward her. "It's either the orb thing or it isn't, but I'm not feeling up to trying that again, and it could get loose any minute." I'm kind of bummed I have to leave the sword behind, though.

[ace_jenkins]

I don't need to be told twice and I turn and quickly start up the stairs. Hopefully we can now go back to the house. It's much mre pleasant there, with fewer things attempting to kill us. That is always good.