o17 . voice/action; Band Candy START!

[watchher]

[ The regain arrives while Giles is out. He returns home to a flurry of baking, cookies and brownies having taken over the kitchen, drone children chattering about a bake sale. He accepts a double-chocolate brownie absentmindedly, and doesn't notice the familiar wrappers on the counter until it is far, far too late. ]

[ voice, late afternoon ]

[ For those who know Rupert Giles or Nathan Wallace, this voice will be intensely familiar. The accent is wrong, though; still British, but not as crisp as Giles'. ]

Bleeding hell, there really is nothing to do around here, is there?

[ action, evening ]

[ Throughout the evening, you might find Giles on any street in Mayfield. His outfit is lacking the usual formality and unnecessary layers; he's in jeans and a white tee, short sleeves displaying the normally-hidden tattoo on his left forearm. If your character would be the type to recognize it as a demonic summoning rune... well, feel free.

You might find him lounging against a street light or at the mouth of an alleyway, glasses gone and a cigarette between his lips, making a hobby of looking surly and dangerous. He leers at pretty young women who pass; he gives appraising looks to men who seem like they might be fun to pick a fight with. If you look interesting enough, he'll probably fall into pace alongside you, moving more loosely than Giles does, grinning more manically. ]

Evening.

[[ For any who might have missed it, player plot info is here! Effects will have worn off fully by Sunday night at the latest. Replies may come from stevedore. ]]

Comments

[action]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley drives over and barges into Giles's house as usual, but is (only partially) surprised not to find him there. So he takes to the streets on foot (mostly because getting in and out of the car wreaks havoc on his primary feathers).

He finally spots Giles and... Huh... Something odd about him... He steps over anyway.]

Here you are Rupert. I'd wondered where you got off to.

[action]

[mal_addict]

[She really shouldn't have eaten that candy. In the scope of bad decisions, it ranked pretty high. Still, what's done is done, and now Maladict is slinking around town, dressed in a revealing black nightgown, looking for victims.

She's sure her fangs will show up any minute now, because it's really weird for them just to be GONE. And look, here's a potential meal now. She gives him a smirk, wandering over]

Hello yourself.

[ Action - Noonish ]

[sir_hellsing]

[Integra sidesteps the table and children at the curb, shaking her head at the offers of chocolate chip cookies and other treats. Shifting the strap of her satchel to the opposite shoulder after waiting a long moment at the door, she tries the handle and finds it unlocked.]

Hello?

Action, evening

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Uh... you alright?

Action - Evening

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart's walking out of Olney's Tavern, having had a few illegally obtained drinks, when he should cross Giles, unassuming as to his change.]

Oh. Hey British guy.

[Action]

[wannafightnow]

Hello.

Action, Evening

[ooeeooahah]

[ Young adults have tact. Ilsa is not quite there anymore, and as she passes him by, she'll look him up and down, then take the cigarette from him, flicking it off into the gutter. ]

There, better.