wesleynotponcy: (neg: i fucked up)
You wouldn't steal a handbag. You wouldn't steal a car. You wouldn't shoot a policeman, then steal his helmet. You wouldn't go to the toilet in his helmet, then send it to his grieving widow and then steal it again! Then why would you steal a baby? )

[[WHEEEE. nfb, actually open for phone messages and texts because it's his damn birthday but he's not going to be answering just yet on account of what just happened. adapted from angel 3x16 "sleep tight" and heavily anticipated by yours truly for an unhealthily long time. BEST BIRTHDAY EVER, amirite?]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: yes?)
The plan for dealing with the enemies while also not giving away any information unduly to Wolfram and Hart was executed flawlessly, with Cordelia claiming perhaps more credit for it than she truly deserved, and finally evening came and they were in-character and ready to carry it out.

The Act )
The Aftermath )

[[once again from angel 3x10 "dad," nfb, aaaand that's it for plot (probably) until "waiting in the wings" in february, hooray!]]
wesleynotponcy: (arms crossed: look down)
Now, a week might have gone by in Fandom time since Angel's son's birth, but for Wesley and the rest of the Angel Investigations team, it had only been two days.

Over the course of those two days, Lorne had moved in (something about his club being firebombed as a result of the eighteenth-century vampire hunter who wanted to kill them all), quite a few groups had continued to seek after the baby in order to kill him or eat him or whatever it was that such groups did, and Angel had proved persistently unwilling to let anyone else so much as hold him.

Lorne called it a Mama Bear vibe. The rest of them called it irritating. )

That night, Angel was still anxious and refusing to let anyone else watch or touch the baby. Fred pulled an all-nighter in the office with Gunn for company as he came in with batches of weapons every few hours before leaving again, while Wesley and Cordelia did their work upstairs, each of them uncomfortable with the noise of the baby crying but aware that Angel didn't want any help.

Then in the morning, Lorne slipped Angel a piece of paper offhandedly, and their whole approach changed.

Oooh, a private strategy session. )

[[nfb/nfi. top bit is from angel 3x10 "dad," second part by me. idek.]]
wesleynotponcy: (weapon: wrist-mounted stakes)
Having escaped the vampires from the hospital (who, for the record, weren't so much an ordinary group of vampires but rather disturbingly cult-like in the way they'd gotten on their knees, groveled to the as-yet-unborn "miracle child" and outlined their plans to protect and nourish the child by feeding it the blood of its mother and all the other humans helping with the delivery, which almost seemed worse than the ordinary vampires who just wanted to kill everyone), the Angel Investigations team and Darla now pulled up to the Hyperion with a screeching halt as Angel ran inside to gather the Nyazian scrolls.

"Five minutes," Angel said as Cordy shifted from the passenger to the driver seat. "If I'm not back by then, leave without me."


Twelve minutes later... )

Their 'safe place' to hide out at was, of course, Caritas. Not like they were getting predictable or anything. )

[[adapted from angel 3x09 "lullaby," and that's it for today! nfb/nfi, and warning for npc death and the birth of a truly annoying npc baby, omfg.]]
wesleynotponcy: (?: side-eye)
And so Wesley, Angel and Gunn proceeded to Chinatown to investigate the five herbalist shops Fred had found in the phone book. This wound up taking quite a while, since it was only once they reached the fifth shop that they managed to find and acquire the key (it involved slaying a pair of Cantonese Fook-beasts). Once they finished, they were on their way back to the hotel when they received a somewhat urgent phone call from Fred, letting them know that Cordelia was decidedly not okay and that they were needed at her apartment immediately.

She wasn't wrong. )

Wesley's idea was not only viable, it was rather flawless, if he did say so himself. Sure enough, he called Lorne, and, since in Angel's absence no one had driven a hole through his club or banished him to the hell dimension he regarded as the source of all evil in over three months, he was only too happy to come by and help out Cordelia. Wesley was generous enough to award Fred some of the credit on this, but he thought he himself deserved quite a bit of it as well.

However, Cordelia's aversion to having Lorne in her head presented a slight problem, and they wound up having to wait for Angel to return with the key before they could proceed. In the meantime, Wesley received a somewhat confusing text from Gunn (u happen to know why theres a bunch of unlicensed exterminators in the hotel?), and was just about to follow up on it when Angel arrived.

Well. The text could wait.


Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Quality planner. )

[[once again taken and adapted from angel 3x02 "that vision thing"]]
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.]]

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