wesleynotponcy: (reading: important research)

The last time Wesley had woken up in the hospital, it had been Karla who had been waiting by his bedside. The time before that, Giles. It was fair to say that neither of them had been as intimidating a sight to wake up to as Angel.

"You all right?" Angel asked, right off the bat once he noticed Wesley stirring.

Wesley nodded, managing with some effort to pull himself into a seated position – though more so due to the blankets pulled taut around him than the surprisingly minimal damage he could immediately discern. "Cordelia?" he asked.

"Got slammed with visions of all the pain and suffering in the world at once. Now she's been sedated and unresponsive," Angel answered, not mincing words. He held up the scroll. "This'll fix her?"

"It should," Wesley said, reaching out to accept it from him. "Would you, ah." He winced. "Get me a wheelchair, please?"

One translation and unbinding ritual later, Cordelia was awake, and the three of them in their newly officeless state set up shop in her apartment. )

[[nfb, nfi, stuff under the second cut up until wes' theatrics taken from angel 1x22 "to shanshu in la," and up early 'cause i may not be at a computer for the rest of the day. aaand done now, yes.]]

wesleynotponcy: (conv: pretty serious)
As it turned out, the word that had been so difficult to translate turned out to be translatable after all. It wasn't, as Wesley had thought, Aegean, though the syntax had seemed to match up quite closely to the Eteocretan texts he had on file. Rather, it appeared to stem from the ancient Majars instead, making it proto-Hugaric. And it meant...

''Death.'' )

[[nfi, nfb. totes taken from angel 1x22, "to shanshu in la."]]
wesleynotponcy: (pos: conv)

In Fandom, it was snowing today after over a week of holiday-themed festivities, and it was Christmas.

In Los Angeles, meanwhile, neither the weather nor the holiday seemed particularly relevant as Wesley pored over the scroll that Angel had stolen from Wolfram and Hart the week before. He'd managed to identify it – the Scroll of Aberjian – and locate the selection that pertained to the vampire with a soul, but actually deciphering what it said about Angel was proving difficult.

More accurately, it was proving maddening. )


[[La la la, dialogue mostly taken from Angel 1x22 "To Shanshu in L.A." NFI and NFB.]]

wesleynotponcy: (reading: with fred (curious fred))
Wesley had the police reports open as he and Cordelia made their way through the halls of her building toward her apartment. No, he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about leaving, nor was he about taking Cordelia back to school with him, but it was clear that Angel was not budging on this matter and Wesley couldn't blame the man for not wanting him around in a situation when he was so obviously useless. He had a bird to take care of, he told himself firmly, and that was that.

Not to mention, of course, that the prospect of going up against whatever Faith was planning was utterly terrifying.

"There was another assault just two blocks away," he reported, squinting down at the page while Cordelia peered over his shoulder. "A fight in a bar, several arrests made, and a woman fitting Faith's description was involved -- however, not arrested."

Well, it seemed the Los Angeles police force was about as effective as the one in Sunnydale, then. )

[[Warning for mild violence under the cut. Once again, taken and adapted from Angel 1x18, "Five by Five." NFB, NFI, OOC is so welcome! Post four of seven; follows this, this, and this.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neg: earnest)
Wesley was still shaken by the time they returned to Angel's offices, and he was barely managing to keep from jittering as Angel wrapped up his phone call with Rupert Giles.

Faith was dangerous. She hated all of them -- perhaps Wesley most of all, though it felt arrogant to even suspect so. And he couldn't stop remembering the badly-written and difficult to track down conversation he'd had with her future counterpart over a year ago in which she'd seemed to imply that she would do something still worse than her offenses in Sunnydale later down the road. Sharing that with Cordelia and Angel seemed like more trouble than it was worth, but he, personally, was alarmed by it.

Then Angel hung up the phone, interrupting Wesley's stream of thoughts. )

[[Once again, taken and adapted from Angel 1x18, "Five by Five." NFB, NFI, OOC is so welcome, post three of seven. Follows this and this.]]
wesleynotponcy: (watcher: lecturey)
As usual, what Wesley had intended to be a brief visit to Los Angeles had ended up stretching longer than expected. Portalocity hadn't been able to book him a portal so late at night without connections during war periods that he'd really prefer not to pass through, so he'd slept on the couch in the office (which was terribly uncomfortable and not something he ever wished to do again). And in the morning, Cordelia received a phone call from a potential client, and Wesley -- well, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to be helpful, even if he did worry about whether he'd left Katniss enough birdseed.

He, Cordelia and Angel stepped out of the elevator of the office building where their client worked, and Wesley had to ask:

''I don't suppose you know just what it is we've been hired to do?'' )

[[Once again, taken and adapted from Angel 1x18, "Five by Five." NFB, NFI, OOC is so welcome! Post two of seven; follows this.]]
wesleynotponcy: (considering: hand on forehead)

In the kitchen, Paige applied a bandage to Wesley’s neck.

“That was too close,” Angel said, pacing the floor.

Wesley looked up sharply, inadvertently jerking the cut. He pressed a hand to the bandage, wincing. “I let my guard down,” he said, hoping fervently that Angel would still allow him to continue. “It won’t happen again.”

“You’re not going back in there.”

“Angel!”

Angel shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. He could’ve killed you, Wesley.” 

The boy’s father sat up quickly, fixing Angel with fierce eyes. “And my son? What about him?” 

The table began shaking, and Wesley clamped his unoccupied hand down on the wooden surface. 

“Angel,” he said firmly. “We don’t have much of a choice.” Leaving this the way it was would just be proof that the demon was right. He couldn’t allow that. 

From the bedroom came a voice he didn’t recognize. An Irish accent, but not Angel’s. Someone else’s.

"The good fight, yeah?" )

[[NFB/NFI, OOC-friendly. Some dialogue taken from Angel 1x14, "I've Got You Under My Skin," some mine.]]
wesleynotponcy: (Default)
This time the drive was even more frantic, but they at least had some information to go on. After a few quick calls to the different Ramsey Hotels in the area, they were on their way to the right one. And Wes wasn't even all that excited anymore, just propelled by adrenaline and intent on doing this properly. And he certainly wasn't thinking about the heroic stories he would have to share with the girlfriend back at school. Or, you know, everyone. Nope, not thinking about that at all.

Finally they reached the hotel and were charging inside. There was a brief dispute with an employee who denied that there was any auction going on, and then they were racing down the stairs to the auction room. The sculpture wasn't anywhere in immediate view -- but there was a storage room just adjacent to it...

In the storage room... )
After the (surprisingly-successful) fight, Wesley went with Cordelia and Angel back to the latter's apartment to collect some things and also because he was still kind of high on the whole actually-helping-kill-a-demon thing. Going back to school would be pretty lame by comparison -- but he couldn't deny that he was eager to relate this story to as many people as possible.

So back to Angel's place it was, where he slowly packed some things up. And he was kind of waiting for a thank-you. Shh.

At Angel's apartment... )
[[NFB/NFI, OOC-friendly. preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow as cordelia and [livejournal.com profile] notstakedyet as angel.]]
wesleynotponcy: (Default)
The ride back to Angel's offices was a wee bit awkward. Wesley didn't want to rub it in Angel's face that he had totally won that fight for them, because that would be rude, but when it was just hanging over them like the elephant in the room (or rather, the car)... Well. He was just going to keep quiet.

And then they got to the offices, and oh, this was all wrong. They simply didn't have the resources necessary to run a proper demon-hunting facility. Simply unacceptable. He followed Angel down the steps all the same, only to discover --

-- an empath demon. Right. Well, then. No wonder their offices were in such disarray, considering that they were apparently fraternizing with demons right and left. (Yes, because what he was doing in Fandom wasn't that at all.)

And all of a sudden, said empath demon was pointing at him and shouting something about Wesley being after him. Or possibly Angel, but it seemed unlikely that the two hadn't already met, given that this was Angel's place of business.

Well. Wesley was just going to go ahead and make a beeline for the books when all of a sudden --

"Cordelia?" Yes, that was indeed Cordy, Wes. Nice going. "Well, Angel never mentioned -- what a nice --"

At Angel's offices... )

And then at the spa... )

And then back at the offices... )

[[NFB/NFI for distance. preplayed with the lovely [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow as Cordelia and [livejournal.com profile] notstakedyet again as Angel.]]

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