Non-journal entry
Giles: *moves slowly down the hall and hesitates in front of Willow and Tara's door. His left arm is in a sling and he knows the cut lip and bruised cheek was very noticeable. He knocks softly*
Willow: *looks up from her desk* Who is it?
Giles: Ripper, I mean Giles *he calls, shuffling on his feet.* I'll come back later, sorry.
Willow: No, it's-- *gets up from her chair and crosses to the door, opening it* Whatcha need?
Giles: I, uh, need help. We have to find the bastard that took Buffy. I know I'm not quite sane but... this... and the others... *runs a hand through his hair.* I provoked a fight with Faith, that part feels okay, just some kicks, eh? Then I went and pulled a knife and slashed her, that's not right and shouldn't be me.
Willow: *blinks* Um ... you wanna try that again without the crazy talk? Never mind. You probably can't. *looks at him carefully* Are you carrying that knife still?
Giles: Huh? Yeah, sure. No, I mean not THAT knife. I've always something, yeah. *he sits down slowly on her bed.* Someone let a vampire into the warehouse, two Slayers got in a knife and glass fight and I think Matthew would love to bash me. It's getting out of hand.*
Willow: *squeaks* Vampire? Is it--it's gotta be dust, right? Or otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here.
Giles: Devka, a new Slayer trainee, managed to kill it. *he sighs* I've gotten into arguments with McKenna, Rhiannon and Faith. Everyone that was there was hit with this.
Willow: *inches away a bit*
Giles: Don't do that, I pretty rational right now. *he looks irritated.* I'm not looking for a fight, I'm looking for answers. I don't care about the arguments, it's pulling a knife on Faith. She's a mate, a friend. Shouldn't happen, not matter how brassed you get, you know?
Willow: N-no, I'd say that's right up there in the top 5 of Things You Shouldn't Do Even If You're Under a Spell. So ... can you tell me what happened? Or did you just decide your knife needed to get dipped in Slayer guts?
Giles: Think this is easy? *he snaps and then sighs* I pushed her a bit. Just wanted a go round with someone, a challenge. She hit me, I hit her, surprised her I did, she hit me again and I came up with a knife without a thought. *he stands and begins pacing* I squared off with her and then stopped meself.
Willow: *watches him nervously* Stopping is good. Even though pulling a knife on a Slayer is bad.
Giles: Yeah, got my arm in a sling to prove it. She held back because I stopped fighting, I'm thinking. How do we stop this, damnit? Someone is going to get hurt and... Willow... I, I don't remember a lot after Buffy went missing except looking for her and fighting anything that stood in my way. I think somebody got hurt then and I don't want to do it again.
Willow: *runs her hands through her hair* Okay ... um ... what can you tell me about the powder? Anne's been helping me research, but ... y'know, voodoo's big on the powders and the mind control.
Giles: *shakes his head* I was focused on Buffy. Yellow? One round of it was yellow. Yeah, that I remember. You know a Watcher's greatest fear other than losing their Slayer?
Willow: *thinks* Losing control?
Giles: Losing your mind. *he clarifies.* Everyone loses control eventually. I slashed Faith with a knife! I've got to get Buffy out of the warehouse tonight before she kills Faith for it. She wouldn't listen that I started it and deserved it.
Willow: Oh, hell.... *hops up and starts pacing* Um ... I could try some sorta sleep spell, get everyone all dozy while we keep working on a real antidote....
Giles: I sure don't want a repeat of the past. *he nods.* But if we're sleeping we can't be hunting that bastard down. Not many of us are sane but I can get Buffy to focus on that. *his hand clenches unconsciously* Bastard took my wife!
Willow: *snaps her fingers* Hey! Focus! Don't be getting with the ripping and slashing again!
Giles: Sorry. *he grins impishly* keeps me from thrashing somebody else.
Willow: *mutters* Maybe we just need to give everyone Prozac or something... *starts pacing around* Okay, y'know what? Maybe we're overthinking this.
Willow: No matter what kinda powder we're talking about, it's powered by the bokor, right? So eliminate the bokor, and you eliminate the problem. Or at least keep him from throwing anything else at us in the meantime.
Giles: I'll let you overthink, I'm barely functioning outside of wanting a drink, a fight and a good... uh... huh? *Ripper grins* eliminate him is what I've wanted from the gate. Yeah, find him and it won't be a problem.
Willow: *continues to pace around her room* He's shielded, so it's not like I can do a locator spell ... c'mon, Will, make like Pooh Bear and think think think, think think.
Giles: *sits down on the bed, pulling out a bottle of pills and taking one, swallowing it dry.* I'm glad you're sane. You, Anne, Xander and such.
Willow: There's gotta be a way to track him down ... dammit, if I hadn't broken the bond he had over Buffy ... but I had to ... *looks up* Track. That's it.
Giles: What's it? Got a notion, luv?
Willow: *starts pacing faster, gesturing wildly* Power lines. They're running all through this city, especially if you're big with the mojo like the Bokor, you're tied into them, it's like a big fat spider sitting in the middle of his web, come into my parlor for dinner, little fly--
Giles: Ley lines, * he nods.* I've played with 'em in England. Find which he's using and tap it?
Willow: *shakes her head* No, no, not tap it--trace the power flow back to him. Hop on the astral plane and make like a bloodhound. Me, that is.
Giles: Is that safe? I could do it, probably closer to his energy.
Willow: *shakes her head* No, it should be me. I got a good sniff of him the other day when I was going walkies in Buffy's head. *frowns* Kinda smelled like chicken feet.
Giles: *blinks and then shakes his head* Right then, I'd just muck it up. Sounds like fun though. Hey, I'll grab Buffy and do the physical stuff and get her away from Faith.
Willow: Uh, yeah. You two go off and have a good ... uh ... marital discussion.
Giles: Just don't hint to Matt how nice his motorcycle is for other things than riding the streets. *he grins wolfishly* I'm off then. Thanks, feel better.
Willow: Not gonna blush ... not gonna blush ... *blushes*
Willow: Uh, you feel better too!
Giles: *laughs and heads for the door* Thanks, Red. Give Tara a hug. Hey, don't trust anyone with anything, especially the magic books, right? Anne, Xander, Kincaid, Devka and you two are sane that I know of.
Willow: Lucky us. In charge of the asylum. *sighs* Do we get danger pay for this?
Giles: Bonus pay. *he promises*
Willow: *suspicious* And not in cookies.
Giles: Scooby Snacks? *he chuckles* American dollars.
Willow: Good. I can't buy Tara presents with cookies.
Giles: *he heads out the door and whistles as he heads towards his rooms. Willow had forgot to demand his knives. He wonders where Matt is*
Willow: *looks up from her desk* Who is it?
Giles: Ripper, I mean Giles *he calls, shuffling on his feet.* I'll come back later, sorry.
Willow: No, it's-- *gets up from her chair and crosses to the door, opening it* Whatcha need?
Giles: I, uh, need help. We have to find the bastard that took Buffy. I know I'm not quite sane but... this... and the others... *runs a hand through his hair.* I provoked a fight with Faith, that part feels okay, just some kicks, eh? Then I went and pulled a knife and slashed her, that's not right and shouldn't be me.
Willow: *blinks* Um ... you wanna try that again without the crazy talk? Never mind. You probably can't. *looks at him carefully* Are you carrying that knife still?
Giles: Huh? Yeah, sure. No, I mean not THAT knife. I've always something, yeah. *he sits down slowly on her bed.* Someone let a vampire into the warehouse, two Slayers got in a knife and glass fight and I think Matthew would love to bash me. It's getting out of hand.*
Willow: *squeaks* Vampire? Is it--it's gotta be dust, right? Or otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here.
Giles: Devka, a new Slayer trainee, managed to kill it. *he sighs* I've gotten into arguments with McKenna, Rhiannon and Faith. Everyone that was there was hit with this.
Willow: *inches away a bit*
Giles: Don't do that, I pretty rational right now. *he looks irritated.* I'm not looking for a fight, I'm looking for answers. I don't care about the arguments, it's pulling a knife on Faith. She's a mate, a friend. Shouldn't happen, not matter how brassed you get, you know?
Willow: N-no, I'd say that's right up there in the top 5 of Things You Shouldn't Do Even If You're Under a Spell. So ... can you tell me what happened? Or did you just decide your knife needed to get dipped in Slayer guts?
Giles: Think this is easy? *he snaps and then sighs* I pushed her a bit. Just wanted a go round with someone, a challenge. She hit me, I hit her, surprised her I did, she hit me again and I came up with a knife without a thought. *he stands and begins pacing* I squared off with her and then stopped meself.
Willow: *watches him nervously* Stopping is good. Even though pulling a knife on a Slayer is bad.
Giles: Yeah, got my arm in a sling to prove it. She held back because I stopped fighting, I'm thinking. How do we stop this, damnit? Someone is going to get hurt and... Willow... I, I don't remember a lot after Buffy went missing except looking for her and fighting anything that stood in my way. I think somebody got hurt then and I don't want to do it again.
Willow: *runs her hands through her hair* Okay ... um ... what can you tell me about the powder? Anne's been helping me research, but ... y'know, voodoo's big on the powders and the mind control.
Giles: *shakes his head* I was focused on Buffy. Yellow? One round of it was yellow. Yeah, that I remember. You know a Watcher's greatest fear other than losing their Slayer?
Willow: *thinks* Losing control?
Giles: Losing your mind. *he clarifies.* Everyone loses control eventually. I slashed Faith with a knife! I've got to get Buffy out of the warehouse tonight before she kills Faith for it. She wouldn't listen that I started it and deserved it.
Willow: Oh, hell.... *hops up and starts pacing* Um ... I could try some sorta sleep spell, get everyone all dozy while we keep working on a real antidote....
Giles: I sure don't want a repeat of the past. *he nods.* But if we're sleeping we can't be hunting that bastard down. Not many of us are sane but I can get Buffy to focus on that. *his hand clenches unconsciously* Bastard took my wife!
Willow: *snaps her fingers* Hey! Focus! Don't be getting with the ripping and slashing again!
Giles: Sorry. *he grins impishly* keeps me from thrashing somebody else.
Willow: *mutters* Maybe we just need to give everyone Prozac or something... *starts pacing around* Okay, y'know what? Maybe we're overthinking this.
Willow: No matter what kinda powder we're talking about, it's powered by the bokor, right? So eliminate the bokor, and you eliminate the problem. Or at least keep him from throwing anything else at us in the meantime.
Giles: I'll let you overthink, I'm barely functioning outside of wanting a drink, a fight and a good... uh... huh? *Ripper grins* eliminate him is what I've wanted from the gate. Yeah, find him and it won't be a problem.
Willow: *continues to pace around her room* He's shielded, so it's not like I can do a locator spell ... c'mon, Will, make like Pooh Bear and think think think, think think.
Giles: *sits down on the bed, pulling out a bottle of pills and taking one, swallowing it dry.* I'm glad you're sane. You, Anne, Xander and such.
Willow: There's gotta be a way to track him down ... dammit, if I hadn't broken the bond he had over Buffy ... but I had to ... *looks up* Track. That's it.
Giles: What's it? Got a notion, luv?
Willow: *starts pacing faster, gesturing wildly* Power lines. They're running all through this city, especially if you're big with the mojo like the Bokor, you're tied into them, it's like a big fat spider sitting in the middle of his web, come into my parlor for dinner, little fly--
Giles: Ley lines, * he nods.* I've played with 'em in England. Find which he's using and tap it?
Willow: *shakes her head* No, no, not tap it--trace the power flow back to him. Hop on the astral plane and make like a bloodhound. Me, that is.
Giles: Is that safe? I could do it, probably closer to his energy.
Willow: *shakes her head* No, it should be me. I got a good sniff of him the other day when I was going walkies in Buffy's head. *frowns* Kinda smelled like chicken feet.
Giles: *blinks and then shakes his head* Right then, I'd just muck it up. Sounds like fun though. Hey, I'll grab Buffy and do the physical stuff and get her away from Faith.
Willow: Uh, yeah. You two go off and have a good ... uh ... marital discussion.
Giles: Just don't hint to Matt how nice his motorcycle is for other things than riding the streets. *he grins wolfishly* I'm off then. Thanks, feel better.
Willow: Not gonna blush ... not gonna blush ... *blushes*
Willow: Uh, you feel better too!
Giles: *laughs and heads for the door* Thanks, Red. Give Tara a hug. Hey, don't trust anyone with anything, especially the magic books, right? Anne, Xander, Kincaid, Devka and you two are sane that I know of.
Willow: Lucky us. In charge of the asylum. *sighs* Do we get danger pay for this?
Giles: Bonus pay. *he promises*
Willow: *suspicious* And not in cookies.
Giles: Scooby Snacks? *he chuckles* American dollars.
Willow: Good. I can't buy Tara presents with cookies.
Giles: *he heads out the door and whistles as he heads towards his rooms. Willow had forgot to demand his knives. He wonders where Matt is*