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sunnydalealum) wrote2009-03-15 06:26 pm
sunnydalealum) wrote2009-03-15 06:26 pm
Entry tags:
- aequitas,
- andrew,
- angel,
- beth lehrer,
- doc,
- gunn,
- house varadeem,
- lorne,
- nyc,
- spike
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February 14th, 2007
Manhattan
Nobody on the street (not even the beat cop on the corner) seems to notice anything odd about the fact that very well-dressed people, singly or in pairs or larger groups, have been walking into the closed-for-repairs underground parking garage and not walking out. Nor do they notice anything odd about the people in question, even those whose faces don't appear remotely human.
As with one particular group, centered around a tall figure with a lionlike face.
Angel has drawn the line at wearing the House Varadeem livery, but each of them sports a badge of sorts with Vayan's sigil -- the same intricate pattern on the ring Angel's already wearing. It doesn't make them blend in with the Rrhayaowr, even the human-looking ones, but it makes certain matters clear to the others waiting in line. There's already delighted gossip making its way through the crowd, glances and whispers.
They've learned the club's name by this time, and it's making the oldest members of the team very uneasy. There's a muttered explanation while they wait, kept vague against the sharp ears of the rest of their party. Aequitas: the Latin word for justice. It's just a little too close for comfort to another place they knew once, with a name meaning mercy.
Probably just a coincidence.
The heavy doors at the far end of the lot are just opening, and two big burly demons taking up positions to either side. A ripple goes through the assembled beings, and the line starts to slide forward like (Andrew tries not to think it) like a snake.
Manhattan
Nobody on the street (not even the beat cop on the corner) seems to notice anything odd about the fact that very well-dressed people, singly or in pairs or larger groups, have been walking into the closed-for-repairs underground parking garage and not walking out. Nor do they notice anything odd about the people in question, even those whose faces don't appear remotely human.
As with one particular group, centered around a tall figure with a lionlike face.
Angel has drawn the line at wearing the House Varadeem livery, but each of them sports a badge of sorts with Vayan's sigil -- the same intricate pattern on the ring Angel's already wearing. It doesn't make them blend in with the Rrhayaowr, even the human-looking ones, but it makes certain matters clear to the others waiting in line. There's already delighted gossip making its way through the crowd, glances and whispers.
They've learned the club's name by this time, and it's making the oldest members of the team very uneasy. There's a muttered explanation while they wait, kept vague against the sharp ears of the rest of their party. Aequitas: the Latin word for justice. It's just a little too close for comfort to another place they knew once, with a name meaning mercy.
Probably just a coincidence.
The heavy doors at the far end of the lot are just opening, and two big burly demons taking up positions to either side. A ripple goes through the assembled beings, and the line starts to slide forward like (Andrew tries not to think it) like a snake.
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He catches Emma's eye and signals her to stay put. She nods, and hunkers down by Seth's side in the Boss's former spot. She's a little pale, Ramon notes, but otherwise composed; kid's got a level head, she'll do all right.
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---
Outside the closed kitchen doors, everyone stops what they're doing, not just from the cries of pain, but from the fact the room beyond has started to glow.
"Ramon, sweetie," Lorne interjects by the bar. "I'll be in the office freshening up. Won't be long - you keep everything under control here, won't you."
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Keep everything under control. He can do that.
Especially if it means the Boss gets a break of his own for two seconds.