Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

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 life_inshadow as cordelia and notstakedyet as angel.]]

So Wesley was back in LA. Only for a weekend (he hoped), and this time with some actual research to guide what had previously been a wild-stab-in-the-dark sort of attempt at a demon-hunting spree, but yes. Los Angeles. On the prowl for a demon he'd read a bit about, which called for his absolute classiest rogue demon hunter attire alas, sans motorcycle. And yeah, he would avoid mentioning that back at Fandom, because he didn't really want to be mocked for all eternity.

So. Finally he came to the building where the trail leaded. There was some, er, interesting yellow fluid outside the building, which, though he hadn't read about it being found elsewhere, seemed to suggest that there was a demon afoot. So this was the right place, then.

He checked that his weapons bag contained all the necessary materials and then made his way inside. The building was in significant disrepair, full of lights flickering and ominous floorboard-creaking and all that. Totally not alarming at all, though. He was just fine.

The yellow fluid led him to an apartment on the second floor. Nervous but intrigued and wanting very much to do this properly, he opened the door, only to find there was someone inside. By some miracle, he managed not to shriek like a girl and jump a foot into the air. And then the lights flickered just as he was raising his crossbow, and -- oh.

"Hello, Angel."

( Watch him keep his cool. No, seriously, watch him. )

[[preplayed with the amazing notstakedyet who is amazing. NFB/NFI for distance, but OOC, sure! warning for I guess violence? sort of?]]