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Post by Illyria on Apr 1, 2011 2:27:35 GMT -5
The god-king walked down the streets of L.A., on her way to the Hyperion Hotel. She was searching for her 'pet'. There was no real reason for wanting to see him, only that he was her pet and she liked to keep tabs. The first place she thought to look for him was the Hyperion. If he was not there then one of the others would know.
Her icey blue eyes were locked on the area ahead of her as she walked. Her appearance was a blue one today so naturally the humans walked around her. Avoiding her directly. It was how she prefered it. Spike had told her to 'blend', but that was one of those things that she would have to get used too.
About halfway to the hotel, a sharp pain exploaded in the blue womans chest. A pain bad enough to cause her to halt in her tracks and clutch her chest with one hand, the other curling into a clentched fist. A warm, hot feeling was bubbling to the surface. It felt like a fire was burning inside of her. For once the god-king did not know what was going on. This alone frustrated her, but her mind was more focused on the pain that this increasing warmth was causing.
It continued to grow, englufing her insides. And as the warmth inside her exploaded, bursting throughout her body, her head was thrown back in a gasp. Chocolate locks streaked through the blue in her hair. The equally blue and pale tones on her skin gained a light tan color. Head bowing forward, her small frame collapsed onto the pavement.
The girl breathed heavily. All traces of blue were gone from the young woman. Instead they were replaced with more natural tones. Even the leather outfit she wore was replaced with a dark crimson sundress that was similar to the color of red on her leather armor.
She lay there whimpering and cold on the ground. Her mind was a vast haze. Hands meeting the floor, they slowly pushed herself up as her head lifted and her eyes scanned the area around her. Fred was so confused.
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Post by Anya Jenkins on Apr 1, 2011 17:42:17 GMT -5
Anya was still getting used to the whole 'alive again' thing, but she was getting the hang of navigating this overwhelmingly large city. Well, kind of. Once she got the lay of the land, teleporting around was easy enough...but the traffic, the buildings, the people, sometimes they all kinda...looked the same. It was easy to get confused, especially when you were a thousand year-old demon whose only human-esque living experience had been in a small town like Sunnydale.
Los Angeles was undeniable interesting, however. She was often unable to resist taking long, exploratory walks around the city, quickly becoming enchanted by the sights and the sounds. Nothing she'd never seen before, of course; she'd been around the world on vengeance business...but it was different when you were actually living it. She'd taken to the streets again today, her blonde hair straightened and pulled back in a neat ponytail. Los Angeles, if a bit frightening, was never boring. There was so much to see, and do, and—
"What the—" She'd abruptly become distracted by something—or someone, rather—in her path, someone she'd nearly ran into, having been much too busy observing a man riding his bike down the opposite side of the road to really pay attention to much in front of her. But now, Anya suddenly found herself facing another woman, a young brunette in a dark red dress with wide, confused brown eyes. Anya took a moment to compose herself; anyone else might've apologized for the near collision...but this particular vengeance demon didn't often pay attention to social etiquette.
"That was close," Anya breathed a slightly over-dramatic sigh of relief. "Good thing my reflexes are up to par. I could've knocked us both into oncoming traffic or something." Getting squashed by a truck was not on Anya's agenda, thank-you-very-much. Apparently, however, this "near death" experience wasn't enough to faze her, for a moment later she was smiling airily at the girl in front of her. Talking to some random stranger on the streets of LA, not really a habit most people would partake in, but Anya was already surveying the brunette curiously. She looked a bit...shell-shocked. And why was she just...standing there? "Have you had some kind of traumatic experience? If you have, it's better to try and walk it off. Street thugs always go for the stragglers." Anya explained knowledgeably.
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Post by Illyria on Apr 3, 2011 6:05:35 GMT -5
Hesitantly, Fred pushed herself to her feet. She looked as confused as she felt. What was going on?
"Huh?" Hearing anonother womans voice, Fred turned to look at the speaker. She blinked seeing how close she was. She now understood what she meant by, well it wasn't said in the exact words, but they almost knocked eachother over.
The brunette looked at the woman standing before her. A look of uncertainty on her delicate features. "I, I don't know?" She said with a small gulp. It was more of a question than a reply really. Though her tone was friendly none the less. And from what Fred could tell, this woman was nice too. Most people wouldn't stop and talk to a stranger in the streets. "I don't know you, do I?" As she got a better look at the girl, she didn't think that they had ever met before. So with a gentle smile, she introduced herself. "I'm Fred." She held out a hand towards the woman.
But the question still hung in her mind. What was she doing just standing here in the streets? She couldn't remember how she got here. All she remembered was...
Fred gasped. Realization dawning on her. "Wesley!" Her head quickly whipped around. Her eyes searching the streets around her. Where was Wesley? Where was she even? Fred was begining to panick.
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Post by Anya Jenkins on Apr 3, 2011 16:15:43 GMT -5
This girl, Anya noted more certainly now, definitely seemed a bit disoriented. The demon widened her eyes slightly when she admitted to not knowing whether or not she'd experienced anything traumatic. Perhaps something had caused her to lose her memory? Something like...the backfiring memory spell Willow had once cast? Anya nearly winced at this recollection and the awkwardness that had ensued afterward, but she was allowing herself to become distracted.
Before she could comment, the other woman had introduced herself as Fred, and was inquiring as to whether they knew each other. Anya considered for a moment, but seeing as she hadn't been in Los Angeles long enough to become acquainted with too many people, it was fairly easy to rule Fred out as someone she'd met before. "Nope! You don't look familiar." the vengeance demon cheerfully reported after a pause, reaching out to shake Fred's hand. "I'm Anya." Having introduced herself in turn, she'd just been about to make some sort of inquisitive comment on Fred's current state of confusion, when realization suddenly seemed to strike the brunette.
Anya blinked uncertainly as Fred whipped around to stare down the other side of the street, calling out for someone named 'Wesley'. The demon tipped her head to the side, puzzled. "Who?" she asked blankly, following Fred's gaze down the street. She seemed to have lost someone; perhaps that was why she appeared to be so confused. No, more than confused—this woman seemed dangerously close to panicking. Anya watched her hesitantly, quickly contemplating how to respond. Should she try to help? She wasn't even sure how she could, but...it seemed like the kind of thing Buffy might do. And if it was something Buffy would do, it was certainly a step in the right direction: away from all things demonic.
Anya cleared her throat, trying to redirect Fred's attention. "Are you alright? You seem...visibly distressed." ...Which vaguely translated to a statement of concern, from Anya's idiosyncratic way of speaking.
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