I tap my fingers on the countertop impatiently. I'd been hoping we'd have heard something about Kennedy's comings and goings by now, but the calls have all been regular jobs. I'm starting to wonder if we should widen the search perimeter. Melaka seems about as antsy as I am with the situation.
"There's got to be some way to smoke her out of hiding," I say, but we just don't have enough information for that.
“She’ll show ‘erself, eventually. They always make that mistake”. I’m tryin’ to do a one-handed handstand on an odd shaped chair in the middle o’ the room, so’s I’m not much for conversation, but I try. “Speakin’ of women, who’s the brown-haired woman I been seein’ ‘round ‘ere lately? Haven’t had much courage ta talk to her. She’s got an air o’ authority like someone who was rich once. She live in the uppers and get lost or somethin’?”
I can't help but smile a little at that. "Something like that," I say, remembering how Cordy had been in high school, like she owned the whole world. She still had that old confidence, even if her mission in life had changed. "That's Cordy--uh, Cordelia Chase. She's...uh, very special. Gets visions when people are in serious trouble." And always seems to know when to hit me upside the dead before I do something stupid.
“Visions?” I flip ov’r the chair and land on ma feet near the front desk. “Hunh, like seein’ it before it happens?” I may be a lil’ slow when it comes ta these things, but I get tha general idea. “Toy, sounds like an interestin’ power. Is it somethan she can control, or-?” Truthfully, I ain’t all interested, but it helps to know what the others are capable of. Like Oz. Or Woody. “She handle ‘erself well in a fight?”
I head into the lobby, hearing voices, and head to the weapons cabinet to put away the...whatever the heck this thing is, I don't know. If I was asked to name it at gunpoint I wouldn't have been able to say. The thing that had a pointy end but wasn't a dagger, and had a round end at the handle to hit things over the head with. Whatever that was. I look over at Angel and Melaka.
"Hi." I say, opening the cabinet to stare into it's depths to try to figure out where to put this thing.
I smirk, talk about timing, hunh? I set ma leg down an’ tilt ma head an’ give -Cordelia?- a look o’ puzzlement. I know Woody tol’ me the name o’ that weapon, but it completely escapes me. Jus’ as well, I was never much good at ‘memberin’ those kind o’ things, anyway.
"Hey, Cordy, we were just...uh, talking about you," I say, ready to make the introductions. "Uh, this is Melaka, sayer from the future, and Melaka this is Cordy."
I sigh, patience for weapon holder finding small at best, so I just drop the thing into the bottom of the cabinet and shut it, turning back around to the other two. "Hi." I repeat. "I think I met you for like...three seconds when you were in Sunnydale."
"Faith'd probably agree with you on that one," I say, with a grim look. It's hard for me not to want to give second chances, I've been given so many myself. "And who knows, it might help, but it won't solve the longterm problem the girl's got."
I blink. I missed the last bit of the conversation. I stand up and head back to the weapons cabinet. "We need to go." I say, grabbing the weapon I didn't put away correctly. "We need to be over on Fiftyfirst."
“Idiotic and childish? You do remember which one of us likes to kill things?” I’m about to hit her with the pipe, but something’s holding me back. I turn abound and get a punch in the face from future girl. “You should learn to play nice”, I swing my cast at her and knock her back.
She’s fast. Too fast. And she’s got her eyes fixed on the pipe. It’s not the only thing I can throw at her. I lunge, my upper body pining her down.
Shyeah, right. I flip the pump o’er my head an’ kick up ta my feet. Angel’s groanin’ on the groun’. Cordelia looks stunned an’ I-a short sharp blow strikes me in the head an’ I fall face down. Nothing but blackness ta follow.
Okay Angel and Melaka down? Not good. But really that just makes me more irritated. "Stop pulling this bullshit or you'll be taken down." I snap to Kennedy. "Killing demons is one thing but you kill the bad demons. No, nevermind, why am I even trying? You're one of the bad guys." I head closer to her, expecting a fight, and yes, probably to get my neck broken, but maybe not. I move into position, and so does she, and I was going to hit her, really I was, with my weapon and everything, only I don't get to. She swings at me again and there's a zap.
What the-? I’m engulfed in a bright glowing light-
I open my eyes, disorientated but conscious, I slowly stagger to my feet. I’m a couple of feet away from the brunette and there’s a sharp pain in the back of my skull. I must have hit it on something. I groggily move towards her, but think better of it. Who knows what she’ll hit me with next. Anyway, it looks like her concussed friends are about to wake up. Best make my escape while it’s still an option.
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"There's got to be some way to smoke her out of hiding," I say, but we just don't have enough information for that.
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"Hi." I say, opening the cabinet to stare into it's depths to try to figure out where to put this thing.
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She’s fast. Too fast. And she’s got her eyes fixed on the pipe. It’s not the only thing I can throw at her. I lunge, my upper body pining her down.
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And oh look. Glowyness. Again.
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I open my eyes, disorientated but conscious, I slowly stagger to my feet. I’m a couple of feet away from the brunette and there’s a sharp pain in the back of my skull. I must have hit it on something. I groggily move towards her, but think better of it. Who knows what she’ll hit me with next. Anyway, it looks like her concussed friends are about to wake up. Best make my escape while it’s still an option.
“I’ll be seeing you.”
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