wesleynotponcy: (weapon: crossbow)
When last we left... this particular faction of our heroes, they'd just been attacked by a group of people who'd outnumbered Wes, Alex and Susan and had the element of surprise on their side. Fortunately, however, it seemed that the attackers had slightly underestimated their prey, as the aftermath of the battle left Wesley, Alex and Susan triumphant while the majority of their attackers were left moaning on the ground.

Rather impressive for a group of teenagers, really.

Or, you know. Anyone. )

But oh look, who was that coming in from the distance? )

[[nfb/nfi/ooc good, angel 2x22 "there's no place like plrtz glrb," [livejournal.com profile] brat_inslayage/[livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow/[livejournal.com profile] thegodofxbox/[livejournal.com profile] inaskinnyway etc.]]
wesleynotponcy: (warrior: defiant)
Not long ago, Cordelia had been happy to stay in Pylea for forever, thrilled by her position as the local princess and the many pretty bracelets that her loyal servants (read: very, very powerful local priests of the Covenant of Trombli) kept giving her.

After Wesley, Susan, Loki and Alex had discovered that the Covenant of Trombli appeared to have ties to the evil lawfirm Wolfram & Hart from back home, though? That was another story.

Not that she wanted to leave, or anything. But it appeared that she had been outvoted. )

[[nfb/nfi/ooc cool, preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] abitlowkey, [livejournal.com profile] inaskinnyway, and [livejournal.com profile] thegodofxbox. continued from here, a few lines taken from angel 2x21 "through the looking glass."]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: scopey sneaky)
Unfortunately, that fight? Hadn't gone so well. Hadn't gone well at all, actually; it had resulted in everyone being tossed in what was either a terribly-maintained basement that so happened to have bars on the door, or, more likely, a dungeon.

However! In what was surely a happy surprise for all, it turned out that the dungeon was not, in fact, meant to be a permanent storage center for the human-shaped prisoners. It might have been a less pleasant surprise, though, that their fate was left in the hands of someone who was purported to have a great deal of influence. Someone savage, someone powerful, someone with a great deal of influence over the way things were done in Pylea. This was the venerable monarch of Pylea, General of the Ravenous Legion, Eater of Their Enemies' Flesh, Prelate of the Sacrificial Blood Rites, and Sovereign Proconsul of Death, and she was prepared to pass sentence on upon them.

Or so the guard said as he announced her, anyway.

Then the doors to the throne room opened and Wesley's jaw dropped as he got a look at the highly bedazzled, bikini-wearing figure on the throne.

"Cordelia?"

There was a pause.

Then Cordelia dismissed the guards. And then she explained.

Spoilers: She didn't really eat any enemies' flesh. )

[[again i say: nfb/nfi, ooc amazing as usual, adapted from angel 2x20 "over the rainbow" and 2x21 "through the looking glass," and preplayed with my favoritest people in the whole world: [livejournal.com profile] abitlowkey, [livejournal.com profile] inaskinnyway, [livejournal.com profile] brat_inslayage, [livejournal.com profile] thegodofxbox and [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow. continued from here.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: checking someone out)
There were many things that could be said for Angel's car -- it was a classic, it was a convertible, it drove smoothly enough. But one thing that could never be said for it was that it was able to accomodate seven people with any degree of comfort.

Fortunately, as Wesley (who was squeezed in the front seat between Angel and Lorne) recited from the spellbook and Angel drove forward into the resulting ring of light that it created, the process of transporting themselves from the parking lot of the Paramount Studios film lot to a forest clearing in the middle of Pylea was quick enough.

So quick, in fact, that no one noticed the spellbook flying out of the open top of the car and landing on the pavement.

Oops?

The Paramount Studios film lot was a portal hot spot. Made a weird kind of sense, right? )

So they set off toward town... )

[[nfb/nfi, ooc is love. preplayed with the delightful [livejournal.com profile] brat_inslayage, the majestic [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, the splendid [livejournal.com profile] inaskinnyway, the spectacular [livejournal.com profile] abitlowkey, and the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] thegodofxbox. plot and occasional lines taken from angel 2x20 "over the rainbow." follows this.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: chill)
By the time he was ready to leave, Wesley only had a duffel bag and a backpack to take with him, and the rest of his things had been donated or thrown away. He kept looking around his room as if to verify that he hadn't missed some enormous pile of something, because really, it didn't seem right that he could've spent almost two years here and emerge with so little belongings.

But he had the important things: Gunderson's Index of Demons, which had transformed into a person that time in 2010; his stash of weapons, including a bated sword, a stake from a memorable encounter, and a ridiculously expensive bow he'd bought a year ago that had never quite fit him; some clothing that he'd probably wear in Los Angeles and some, like a tuxedo with sentimental value and a grey uniform he couldn't help glowering at that he probably wouldn't; a classy campaign flyer and a vastly less classy counterpart; a tiny silver watch that confused him until he realized who it had probably come from; a few limbs from some mechanical spiders; a flyer announcing a meeting; an admission ticket to a zoo; a graduation cap and gown and a diploma he'd already managed to crumple a little.

He was heading off on his own, contrary to the plan he'd held for the better part of the school year. Which was naturally upsetting, and he'd likely be getting a tad drunk with Cordelia when he got back to Los Angeles, but right now he was focusing on what it felt like to be leaving Fandom after two entire years, now that he'd completed what had been meant as a punishment for his failure in Sunnydale but had turned out to be quite a bit more than that.

It was disorienting, to say the least, but he was fairly certain that he was ready for it.

[[open exit post before he departs and moves to alum status, yeah]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: chill)
A week after being checked into the hospital in Los Angeles, Wesley was free to go.

And as it turned out, Wesley was not really all that skilled at steering a wheelchair. Or... skilled at all, really. The process of transporting himself from the tip of the causeway all the way to the dorms involved quite a bit of bumping into things, a fair amount of swearing under his breath, and more than a little damage to the wheels of the damn thing.

It also took over an hour, what with the occasional (and then... less occasional) much-needed break to stop, breathe, and avoid straining the injury that was confining him to this stupid thing in the first place.

But. Eventually he made it. After, you know, swearing quite a bit to himself on the elevator ride up to the fifth floor, and bumping into quite a few walls and all of that.

It was safe to say that he he'd made more noise than intended, let's leave it at that.

[[door and post both open! and consider this your warning that if i forget to mention the chair in narrative for the next couple weeks, he is still in it, yup.]]
wesleynotponcy: (weetiny: watcher)
Wesley had a lot of work to do, and he didn't have time to see why people outside were making so much noise. He had to read Gunderson's entire text by morning, plus write his father a letter and prepare for his exam on Tuesday.

He sat at his desk, steadily working his way through a passage about vampires' strategic torture methods. It certainly wasn't particularly light reading, but -- as he adjusted his Watchers' Academy uniform-issue tie and squinted down at the big words -- he had to get through it if he wanted to be a Watcher someday and impress Father. Maybe if he did that, once he grew up and came home on vacations, he wouldn't be a disappointment anymore and Father wouldn't have him sleep under the stairs.

[[Door cracked, post open.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neg: steeling self)
As it turned out, shadowing someone was tiring. Wesley found that out the hard way today, in between trips to the hallway where the Ethics classroom was and trips to the vending machines for bottles of water, when he found himself exhausted all of a sudden. Thinking back on what Kenzi had said at the picnic, he reluctantly decided that at some point, a nap had to happen, and that point was now.

So that brought him to his dorm on Tuesday evening, where he quietly slipped into bed, feeling guilty about it all the while. He did, however, leave the door cracked and his phone on. Just in case.

It would only be a quick nap anyway...

[[Airport lounge WiFi = obligatory room post for the only non-animal I have! I'll be around for like two hours before I haveta get on a plane, but Wes is botherable!]]
wesleynotponcy: (Default)
Wesley was... well, he had his nose buried in a legal pad as he jotted things down with unhealthy attentiveness regarding Katniss' participation in the Games. The lingering sense of something weird being in the room was there, as usual, because his roommate was around somewhere, though due to the timing, he'd come to regard that as associated with the whole Games thing. At some point after crossing out "Send ammunition" and rewriting it in the margins, he noticed that feeling start to subside somewhat, and he glanced up... to find a Labrador puppy sitting on Alex's bed.

Well, then.

Back to the list. Although after glancing up once more, he did make certain to add "Buy dog food." This was something he'd learned from his last roommate.

[[open, although there will be SP after 7 Eastern! roommate, of course, modded with the permission of [info]thegodofxbox.]]

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