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Getting a new PC tomorrow

So expect replies soon

thank you for waiting so patiently <3

~ Nel (mun)

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Wesley wishes you a merry Christmas too c:

~ Nel (mun)

Merry Christmas to you all!

Slightly late-ish, I know, but better late than never, right? ^-^

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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce didn't really know what to do in his life anymore. Wolfram and Hart still existed, but they didn't look as a priority anymore, somehow. Instead, he was more focused on wondering why on earth he was back and walking this world again, when he died in Illyria's arms. He could still remember it clearly. How she pretended to be Fred, and how she lied to him, because that was what he needed in that final moment.

And yet, not long after that, he suddenly found himself alive again. Disoriented as he was, and confused, he couldn't later pinpoint anymore where he appeared and if there was any sign of magic. At first, he thought that maybe it was Wolfram and Hart making some funny business again, like they once brought Darla back. After figuring out how that probably wasn't the case, as he was no vampire, he started wondering if maybe it was the contract that he signed for Wolfram and Hart that still lasted even after his death, like Lilah Morgan's did, but he figured that he would still be working for them right now if that was correct. Or maybe it was simply the Powers That Be messing with him like a pawn, a clueless little pawn that was controlled on the strings?

And yet, why would they let him wander this aimlessly around. Had he really been of some importance to them, they certainly wouldn't like him temping his fate like this, patrolling during the night, and staking whatever monster he'd find.

Tonight was no different, and in the distance he heard voices that sounded rather excited, one somewhat scared. Not really thinking much about them, he simply went towards them, a stake in his hand. The closer he got, however, the more familiar one voice was to him. Thankfully, the vampire's back was facing him and he had no problem in staking him right through his heart, and as he disappeared into dust, Wesley met face to face with an old friend.

˝Lorne.˝ He greeted him calmly, wondering if he was really up for explaining that he had no explanation on how he was here. ˝It is good to see you.˝ The Englishman continued, as he put the stake back in the pocket of his jacket.

Hello Old Friend || Wesley and Lorne

Lorne was out of the shelter, just walking around in the dark streets, as it was better to come out at night since that way he didn’t really had to hide as much as he would during the day, he was glad things were finally falling into place for him, although there was still one thing missing : Caritas, he could’ve take the money he got from working at Wolfram & Hart, haven’t he spent it all on drinks and other non-important things when he fell into that bad place. So now, he had to work hard if he wanted the… being The Host part of his life back, and Lord, he really wanted that! Now that Angel and the team were gone, there was no danger of exploding clubs. Althought of course, he couldn’t say he didn’t miss his friends.  He was walking down the aleey when he sense it, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, at this point they were getting close and he wasn’t sure if he should run or turn around to face whoever it was following him.  “This is your fault!” the voice said and Lorne finally got the nerve to face the person behind him, “Larry?” the demon asked in suprise as the vampire got more and more angry “I follow your advice and now she’s gone!” he almost scream , “Well, I’m sorry , sweetheart, that’s not the way I saw it…huh, guess my mojo is still a little rtusty, but–but I’m sure we can fix this come, we can go–” the other did let him finish, “There nothing to fix, I’m going to rip your head right out of your shoulders!” Lorne sighed, “Really? again? ‘cause I gotta tell you, sweetens, been there done that…Not fun” Larry’s eyes flashed him an angry look, Lorne was about to start running when out of no where… Larry become nothing but a big pile of ashes.  “What the…?” the green demon asked, more to himself than anything, that’s when he saw him, he couldn’t believe his eyes! right before him was someone, an old friend he thought dead a long time ago, with surprise still showing in his expression he was bale to finally speak, “Wesley?!”

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OOC

//The reason why I’m not so much online lately is because of both college and NaNoWriMo. It shouldn’t last for much longer, as the challenge ends in 10 days or so.

Thank you for your patience.

<3

~ Nel (mun)

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I owe

3 replies to @lilahemorgan (i am so so sorry for taking forever) 1 reply to @elenaloveablekotsala 1 reply to @thegod-kingandthescientist 1 reply to @lifebuiltonlies 1 reply to @ofwolframandhart

~ Nel (mun)

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thegod-kingandthescientist:

Fred laughed a bit and put her hands over her face. Illyria could be so frustrating at times. She would have torn their hair out if she could have on several occasions. She laughed for a moment before her hands fell. “She can be,” she told Wesley. “But since we are stuck like this for the rest of her very long life, as far as we can tell, and we are learning to get along as best we can,” she sighed. “It gets really hard when I can’t exactly walk away from her.”

“Oh good,” Fred sighed in relief and squeezed him again. It wasn’t that she wanted Wesley to be alone or that she’d have been mad at him if he had found someone. She wanted him to be happy, but she loved him and wanted him to be with her as well. “I love hearing you say tacos. Your accent just makes it sound so cute,” she told him, grinning. She let him go and looped her arm around his, hoping he didn’t mind. 

“I missed you too,” she told him, looking up at him. “I’m glad we found you, or you found us. It’s been lonely,” she admitted. “And I agree that we call it a night. I don’t know if I can handle having to skip tacos,” she told him, trying to sound serious.

˝I assume it will get easier with time... Usually I would suggest that I go and consult my books, but something is telling me that this is quite an unique case... Never before did it happen that an Old One was living in a host and letting them take control from time to time... But then again, the world has gone weirder and stranger lately, and I dare say that nothing can surprise me anymore...˝

At her saying that his accent made it sound cute, he leaned slightly closer to her, and whispered ˝Tacos˝, before letting out a small chuckle. And when it come to looping hands, he did not mind at all.

˝Then we go and get some tacos. The world will not end tonight, I am quite sure of it.˝ He knew what it was like to be lonely. After Fred died, he turned to alcohol, to misery, and he wondered if Fred knew of the state he was in if she and Illyria shared memories. A part of him hoped that she knew nothing about it, as he was quite ashamed of not being able to handle losing her.

At some point, he believed there was no perfect day for him. And now, he was reunited with Fred again.

No More Lies (closed)

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˝Maybe if you had not been taking demons and other monsters as your clients, you would be a normal lawyer, sitting in your office, and not risking your life.˝ Wesley replied coldly, having learnt already that the lawyers of Wolfram and Hart were not much different from the clients they represented.

˝I doubt that I am going to need your help with some demon. Or is it not an ordinary demon but something much worse that you have let loose?˝ That wouldn't surprise him, and he let out a small sigh, wondering how much of a trouble were the two of them in, vulnerable like this, standing in the middle of some old building.

˝Fine.˝ Although he disliked the idea, he removed the gun from his back. ˝Talk. What exactly is roaming this place now? How do we kill it? Or was killing it not a part of your plan at all?˝

If he thought that Wesley was going to help him sue whatever this thing is, they were so wrong. Either they were going to get out of here alive or that thing is.

Wyndel hadn’t been searching too long when the gun was pressed right into his back, it was something unexpected, and he stopped dead in his tracks. As much as it pained him to acknowledge the situation, he wasn’t trained for this, and the gun to his back made him stiffen.

The question rang through his mind several times as he took in a few deep breaths, he had to get each word out perfectly, and it wasn’t going to be easy getting out of this specific situation, “Someone I contracted for a client went off the grid.” 

His words came out quicker than he expected, but he still didn’t exactly know who the person was… or anything for that matter. Truthfully, he stayed updated on matters, but not when they wouldn’t concern him fully. This was a time he wish he stayed in files and records much longer than he had before.

“Instead of completing the job, they killed the client, and the one they were to kill originally. They are not going to be happy, but if you want to fix this situation? By all means… you’re going to need my help and the gun out of my back.” 

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Of course she understands. Brave and smart, those were always the words in which Wesley would describe her. ˝I just hope Illyria is not bothering you too much... She can be... difficult, sometimes.˝ He said, a small smile on his face. It was always hard for him to figure out whether he liked Illyria at all or was it only her face that he felt drawn to.

Always so considerate. However, Wesley was alone now, and there was no they. Only him. ˝It is only me, Fred. And I would love to discuss it over tacos, or whatever your heart desires. We have all the time in the world.˝ He smiled.

Did he miss it as well? Killing monsters was something that was more of a habit to him now, than something that he thoroughly enjoyed. But then again, he always rememberedtheir walks together with fondness... Maybe it was simply because it was her who was by his side? Well, now that was something they could find out.

˝I missed you. And now, I really do suggest we call it a night, because  I would not be surprised if more of them came along... and that might mean we would have to skip those tacos.˝

No More Lies (closed)

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˝Saving, you mean? Wanting to help?˝ Wesley asked, wanting to clarify what exactly Connor was asking. ˝I am not sure how exactly to answer to that question... It is not like humans are the most wonderful creatures on this world, ready to help, to save lives... Sometimes humans can be worse than demons and monsters that we kill. Sometimes even our intentions, no matter how good, get twisted around and we end up doing more harm than good...˝ He said quietly, mostly thinking about his own mistakes as he said that.

Which father? Wesley never knew whether boy was referring to Angel or the man who was in fact guilty of the boy growing up in a hell dimension.

˝I do this because it is the only thing I have left to do. Besides, on the streets I never have to wonder about whether I am doing something right or not. If I decapitate a demon or stake a vampire, I know I did a good thing... And sometimes that is the only thing that helps me wake up in the morning.˝

Was it really his place to teach the boy about these things that he himself wasn't too sure of either? Was it even alright to worry about Connor as much as he did, considering how the last time he did so everything went to hell, Connor literally?

               Connor bit his tongue against the rather blasé ‘whatever’ he wanted to reply with against what sounded to his own ears like disapproving scolding one would receive from a parent. Instead he said nothing; he didn’t want Wesley to stop trying to communicate with him, he just wanted him to back off. What was it about Wesley? It wasn’t just the vaguely similar accent, though that could only work in the former Watcher’s favour. His was the closest to the only one Connor had known for 16 years, after all. (The others spoke…oddly in contrast. He wasn’t always quite sure what they were talking about.) But then there was the fact that Wesley didn’t quite seem to fit into Angel’s team either. There was something comforting about being in the presence of another outsider in the absence of Holtz.

               “It’s a human thing, isn’t it?” Connor asked after a moment of silence, picking at his nails absently as he spoke. He didn’t want to make eye contact. No one deserved that much of his attention just yet. “You see a child in danger, you have to save it? At least, that’s how my father explained it to me.”

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lifebuiltonlies:

        “I managed with all-odds stacked against me for years back in Quor’toth.” the teen scoffed, his accent a perfect echo of Holtz’s southern English, a sharp contrast to to the former Watcher’s upper-class one. “They were much worse than these things. If you think I can’t handle a horde of demons all on my own, you greatly underestimate me. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

˝Fine. Next time, I will leave you to get yourself out of trouble you got yourself in alone. Is that fine with you, Connor?˝ The former Watcher never had much patience for people who were like this: stubborn, stronger than him, with a certain darkness in them that he could sense.

It all reminded him of his first failure. Faith.

Those memories still cut as sharp as did the glass with which she tortured him after getting completely off the rails.

˝There is no need to get angry with me. I only wanted to help.˝ But then again, isn’t that what he always does wrong? Wasn’t he also only helping Connor when the boy got kidnapped?

“Thank you for saving me… but I wish you hadn’t.” [[Whoops, how did that get there.]]

˝Why do you wish I had not saved you? You were outnumbered back there, you could not do a thing, Connor. Do not try to lie that you had everything under control, because you clearly did not.˝ Wesley said calmly, checking how many bullets he had left. He judged that he had more than enough in case some new demons decide to make an appearance.

life-built-on-lies

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I was your watcher Faith, I know the real you.

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“Thank you for saving me… but I wish you hadn’t.” [[Whoops, how did that get there.]]

˝Why do you wish I had not saved you? You were outnumbered back there, you could not do a thing, Connor. Do not try to lie that you had everything under control, because you clearly did not.˝ Wesley said calmly, checking how many bullets he had left. He judged that he had more than enough in case some new demons decide to make an appearance.

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Silent Hill Quote Meme [Part 2]

Quotes from the Silent Hill games just taken from the IMBD pages. I'm doing two separate lists due to length and mixing them up so they're more meme like, rather than separating them by game. Names and particular things have been omitted for the meme.

“Did you see those monsters?”

“I guess I really don’t care if it’s dangerous or not.”

“I am… if you want me to be.”

“What I want from you is an answer!”

“Then I truly do pity you.”

“You remind me of my son.”

“But I thought nobody was going to cry for you…”

“Dead people don’t cry.”

“You despise me, don’t you?”

“See? I’m real.”

“Do I look like your girlfriend?”

“Oh, it’s you…”

“I’m on your side.”

“Ever even heard of such things?”

“It’s easier just to run, besides, it’s what we deserve.”

“I… I’m sorry…”

“ No! I’m not like you!”

“I don’t know. Don’t you think blondes have more fun?”

“You and I both know creatures like that don’t exist.”

“Just a little longer now…”

“Huh? Radio? What’s going on with that radio?”

“You’re it.”

“You can’t be dead! I was going to kill you!”

“What’s wrong, don’t you trust me?”

“But I do know that if you get killed here, then you die in the real world too.”

“Okay… okay! Take me with you.”

“I shot him too, right in the leg.”

“You think it’s okay to kill people?”

“You need help.”

“Don’t get so holy on me.”

“The only thing you’ll get from me is a gruesome death!”

“I feel like I’m dying…”

“Don’t worry… it’s just a dream, remember?”

“That’s why I couldn’t catch you by myself. ”

“And what a pity, Yes?”

“ You and me are the same.”

“We’re not like other people.”

“Don’t you know that?”

“Let’s party!”

“They’ve come to witness the Beginning. ”

“I get it now. Why I’m still alive even though everyone else is dead.”

“I’m not the only one who’s still walking around.”

“I’m the same as them!”

“I just hadn’t noticed it before.”

“Well, I’m alone there now.”

“You promised you’d take me there again some day… but you never did.”

“Don’t you know? Your power is needed.”

“So what?!”

“Save me from them..”

“You loved her, right?”

“Or maybe you hated her!”

“Thank you for saving me… but I wish you hadn’t.”

“How should I know?”

“I don’t know what kind of hell is waiting for me there, but I’ve got no other choice.”

“When I find her, I’ll kill her myself.”

“Revenge doesn’t solve anything.”

“You see it too?”

“For me, it’s always like this.”

“Killin’ a person ain’t no big deal. Just put the gun to their head… pow!”

“Stop! Leave her alone! Leave us both the hell alone!”

“Whatever it is, it’s not human.”

“You’re going to kill me? Is it really so easy for you?”

“Whatever it is, it’s not human.”

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Ah. Better plans. What was she thinking about? Wesley was already tired of these vampires that always had some plans. They're going to take over the world, they're going to torture him, turn him... He has heard it all before.

Just this year, he killed at least five vampires that dreamt of taking over the world, more than a dozen that wanted to turn him, and four or so that decided to torture him just for fun.

Were they really so stupid not to see that he has seen it all, he has fought it all, he has killed it all?

Even if he was on the ground and in the very next moment in this vampire's firm clutches, he still had a back-up plan. He always did.

In fact, he was a heartbeat away from shoving a grenade into her shirt when she uttered those words, making him slightly curious. But only slightly. ˝Suddenly you are willing to make deals? Well, let me hear it then. What is your offer?˝ He asked calmly, his eyes never leaving hers.

[elenaloveablekotsala’s case]

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After some hesitation, the nurse on the other side of the phone allowed the visit, but decided that it is better for them to know what they were getting into.

˝Wesley Wyndam-Pryce had a major car accident, and the damage he has recieved might be irrepairable. His legs are not functioning properly, and we will now exactly the extent of the damage in a few days. Also, his liver is not in the best state either, mostly because yes, he is a sad and lonely drunk, but I really doubt that what he needs to hear right now is that harsh truth. If you plan on making his situation even harder, I will throw you out of the hospital, no matter who you are, from where you are, and why you came here. Is that understood?˝

It seemed like a good thing to give heads up on what they were going to see. To the nurse, this man never looked like he was in a perfect shape, but now, he looked like a shadow of a shadow of a man that used to be at one point, long long ago.

Finding Answers hopefully

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Wesley approached her, his footsteps quiet as ever. This time, he was so angry that not even his wife's more than revealing bikini didn't help him to take his mind off this new Daniel guy or whatever his name was.

Once he realized that she wasn't going to look at him so soon, she grabbed whatever crap she was reading and tossed it into the pool.  All this time he hasn't said a word.

However, the look on his face was more than enough to show how pissed he was.

˝If you plan to cheat, then at least do not do it in front of your daughter.˝ He told her coldly, wondering if that even crossed her mind.

Years go by and somethings don't change

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Wesley could already feel a headache coming. What the hell did happen now? Was it another apocalypse? But no, it couldn't be. Then it wouldn't be connected to Lilah, most likely.

Most likely, he repeated in himself, remembering that with Lilah Morgan one could never know.

Ah, so there was a package of some sort. Wesley continued to listen, although he wasn't too interested in what he was hearing. Seemed like once again had the Wolfram and Hart security failed greatly. What a surprise, he thought sarcastically.

˝And well what?˝ He asked, although something was already telling him that to see the answer to that question he was going to get there on his own. ˝How about you do not bring a package to me that made whatever happened to her happen? Maybe you should leave it where it is and leave the oh-so-wonderful security of this wonderful law firm to deal with it and figure out who sent it, why, and how to reverse whatever it did. Got it? I will be there.˝ And without waiting for an answer, he hung up the phone, and slowly started to get dressed.

Within only a few minutes, he was already in his car, driving towards the Wolfram and Hart building. Without much problem, he soon reached Lilah's office, and carefully stepped inside. ˝Anyone here?˝

Some gifts just shouldn’t be opened