The rush of adrenaline one got from being a part of something real and meaningful was all too new to Wesley, it having been so long since he’d last had the opportunity to assist on something like this.
“Have you already lain out the binding powder?” he asked as he followed Angel down the stairs to his quarters at a brisk pace.
“Yeah, Cordy handled it.”
“And what supplies are available?”
They rounded the corner at the end of the stairwell and Angel gestured to a table, fully-stocked with the equipment that was relevant in a case like this. “Most of it’s from the local church.”
Wesley walked over, picking up vials and examining them carefully. Upon finding a small jar of a familiar powder, Wesley started. “It’s an Ethros, then,” he said.
Angel nodded. “The nun – she said they’re powerful. It’ll take tremendous strength. Mental strength.” The unspoken question hung in the air – whether Wesley would be able to handle it. Ordinarily he would consider that something of an affont, particularly given the fact that Angel had already called him, no doubt believing that Wesley was the only option. But now he was to preoccupied to give it much thought.
“Resistance to suggestion. Yes, I understand that.”( He picked up a vial and shook it, pouring its contents out on the table. )[[NFB/NFI, OOC-friendly. Some dialogue taken from Angel 1x14, "I've Got You Under My Skin," some mine. One more to come!]]