wesleynotponcy: (neg: angst)
Wesley's summer had been longfiguratively and literally. )

[[nfb/nfi! based on angel 4x01 "deep down," but pretty loosely, because of reasons. reasons of grossness. warning for kind of self-harm-ish behavior. ]]
wesleynotponcy: (conv: pretty serious)
It was hard to say, Wesley reflected, whether this past summer had been eventful or not. Yes, he, Cordelia and Gunn had been fairly busy most of the time -- killing Nester demons in Hancock Park, making contacts among the demon community, visiting Lorne -- but it seemed to him that "eventful" was a word reserved for a whole different level of busy: a week in a hell dimension, for example, or some sort of long-term Fandom invasion.

His persective might have been somewhat skewed, come to think of it.

But really, with Angel gone -- he'd departed for Sri Lanka nearly three months ago to deal with his grief over Buffy's recent death -- there just wasn't anything too huge going on in the Los Angeles demon world. Or even in Sunnydale, as far as Wesley knew, though that might have to do with Willow and Dawn not taking his calls. No, without Angel around, everything in Wesley's world was just... ordinary. Standard demon hunts, clients, visions, the usual.

Today's bout of perfectly-ordinary demon hunting involved a Mu-rite demon clan, a group of very misguided demon summoners, and a whole lot of demon pus sticking to Wesley, Gunn and Cordelia's clothes as they trudged through the hotel courtyard into the Hyperion. )

[[hey look, the kickoff to a year of spam! oh, season three. you are not nice to this boy at all. taken and adapted a bit from angel 3x01, "heartthrob," which, fun fact, aired eleven years ago today. a pattern that will continue with the rest of the posts for this season, just cuz.]]
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: (warrior: defiant)

The debacle with the Sharpes had left Angel Investigations in a bit of a slump. When more than a day passed without so much as a phone call from another prospective client, and Cordelia found herself decidedly lacking in visions, Wesley couldn't think of anything to do besides give the others the night off. He stayed in the office for another few hours himself, and then, once it sunk in that there wasn't actually any work to be done, took a cab back to his place.

And there he sat, darkly and only half-seriously considering the idea of summoning a demon or two just to have something to fight, until he heard a noise.

And then he heard it again. )

[[nfb/nfi, some mild violence under the cut]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: checking someone out)
It wasn't until late that night that Cordelia got a call from Gunn. Wesley, as usual, sat and worked on homework while she fielded the call, though half his attention was dedicated to listening in on what she was saying. Fandom homework only ever really required so much effort, after all. )

[[nfi/nfb, largely from angel 2x14, "the thin dead line." hi, something i would've posted six hours ago if my friends hadn't KIDNAPPED ME.]]
wesleynotponcy: (pompous: well i...)
As it turned out, Cordelia hadn't called because there was some pressing emergency going on. On the contrary, when Wesley arrived at her apartment, it was to join Cordelia and Gunn at her kitchen table, continuing what seemed like about a day's worth of moping.

This lasted for several hours before Wesley stood up, energized by a… fly flying around the room. "What I wouldn't give for a roving band of Prekian demons right now," he announced.

They both turned to look at him. Then he amended, "Without the ritualistic slayings, of course."

Oh, well, that settled that, then. )

[[nfb, nfi, mostly from angel 2x14, "the thin dead line."]]
wesleynotponcy: (reading: important research)
Wesley was still finishing up his schoolwork and starting to wonder if he oughtn't get started booking a portal back to Fandom when there was a noise at the front door, and he looked up.

In which ''beige Angel'' is an ass. )

[[aaaaand done. about half of this is from angel 2x10, "reunion." nfb/nfi.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: curious)
Hours after Angel had gone off after Darla armed with a stake and a vengeance, Wesley looked up from his book -- homework, actually, if you wanted to get bogged down in specifics -- and asked what he supposed everyone was thinking.

Or started to, anyway. )

[[nfb/nfi and ALMOST DONE.]]
wesleynotponcy: (conv: library)
It turned out that finding Darla hadn't really been the problem. Angel had found her without much trouble at all, actually. Brought her to the Hyperion, even. Only to discover that Darla -- four hundred-year-old Darla, human, formerly a syphilitic prostitute from the Virginia colony, yes Wesley did his research -- was now dying of the same disease that had plagued her the first time she was human. And had several months to live.

Angel, predictably, was a little upset and had proceeded to shut himself up in the basement over it. )

[[from angel 2x09 "the trial", and nfb/nfi. god i have fucked with this arc's timeline so, so much.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: peaceful eyes closed)
Well. It was Darla; now they knew that much for certain. From the sparse report Angel had relayed to Wesley and Cordelia upon his return, it seemed that Darla had killed the man she'd hired to pose as her husband, then fled. Angel had followed her, and... hadn't killed her. That was all he'd said before shutting himself up in his room for the evening.

Today, though, he'd emerged, broody but with a plan, and Wesley and Cordelia as well as Angel's new -- and disturbingly familiar -- associate Charles Gunn dutifully congregated to listen to it.

''We have to find her.'' )
[[largely from angel 2x07 "darla," and nfb/nfi. THERE, STEVE, YOU HAPPY?]]
wesleynotponcy: (fact: stakeout)
Well. Much as Wesley might have liked to return to Fandom and spend the rest of his vacation curled up with his girlfriend where he ought to be right now, it turned out that that was not to be. Instead, he, Angel and Cordelia set off for the Franklin Hotel, the site of Mrs. Jeakins' supposed abductions, to conduct, well, a stakeout. Complete with bugs planted on the bar, an earwig in Angel's ear, and a tiny camera in Wesley's hand. It was difficult not to feel a bit foolish.

Though Wesley supposed it could be worse. At least he wasn't in a skimpy waitress getup like Cordelia was.

Fortunately, that sort of costume on him probably wouldn't be terribly helpful to the case. So it was for the best.

Stakeouts can be fun! But not this one. )

Seriously, that wasn't fun at all. )
[[still from angel 2x05 "dear boy," and nfb/nfi.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: yes?)
After a chaotic autumn and beginning of spring semester, Wesley was glad to remain at Fandom for the break, relishing the relative quiet. After handwavily spending his nineteenth birthday -- and, all right, subsequent day and a half as well -- in his bedroom with Katniss, though, today a call from Cordelia was enough to get him not only out of bed, but out to Los Angeles as well.

"So these are the new offices," he remarked, taking in the hotel Cordelia had directed him to. "Interesting."

"Yeah, yeah, it's all very fascinating," Cordelia agreed. "Look, help me talk to this guy."

And over to the couch they went! )

[[stuff under ye olde lj cut stolen from angel 2x05 "dear boy," woot. nfi and nfb, la.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neg: slumped messy room)
So it was possible that Wesley's room was a tad bit untidy today and this was apparently a theme today, but this time it wasn't Alex's fault. Or at least, not entirely. Today's mess had something to do with the fact that Wesley was sitting on the floor, with papers strewn everywhere as he researched... a hotel.

Yes, he felt a bit silly about it himself, but it was what Angel had asked him to work on. So.

"A two hundred and forty-year old vampire with a soul with an interest in real estate," he murmured to himself, poring over an ownership deed that Cordelia had faxed over after being unable to make heads or tails of it. "Honestly."

[[open! good god, i haven't roomposted this one in forever, oops.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neg: slumped messy room)
So it was possible that Wesley's room was a tad bit untidy today and this was apparently a theme today, but this time it wasn't Alex's fault. Or at least, not entirely. Today's mess had something to do with the fact that Wesley was sitting on the floor, with papers strewn everywhere as he researched... a hotel.

Yes, he felt a bit silly about it himself, but it was what Angel had asked him to work on. So.

"A two hundred and forty-year old vampire with a soul with an interest in real estate," he murmured to himself, poring over an ownership deed that Cordelia had faxed over after being unable to make heads or tails of it. "Honestly."

[[open! good god, i haven't roomposted this one in forever, oops.]]

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