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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 18, 2009 7:49:30 GMT -5
Okay, so, bag of coffee (Thanks, coffee shop guy)? Check. Chocolate (thanks, 'boss')? Check. Favourite book and free ticket to the Library (thanks, Mal)? Check.
With a deep breathe Doc knocked on the door, hoping she didn't just slam it in his face. He really didn't mean to do that, but well....
I guess I can understand Maya's reaction, he thought as he waited. I kind of reacted that same way. Without nearly blowing us up.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 19, 2009 11:54:10 GMT -5
"And from what I can tell, the last word is something like honesty, and that- hang on, there's someone at the door." Ok, so the break from saving the world with the group of strangers that congregated in LA had left a bit of a gap in my social life to be filled with homework from all of my professors. It probably helped that I lived across town from the rest of them and actually had something to distract me that wasn't paying a friend to mentally stalk me. Thus the phone was practically surgically attached to my ear as I tackled a particularly difficult translation with a fellow student.
I opened the door, expecting some kind of salesman, and stopped dead when I saw who it was. "Sorry Lotts, I'll have to call you back. There's some strange guy standing there, looking like a kicked puppy for no viable reason." I hung up and put a hand on my hip, looking distinctly unimpressed. "Come to reveal more blatant invasions of my privacy?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 20, 2009 0:36:55 GMT -5
"Er... possibly?" He said, holding out the peace offerings. "Information gathered by legal means... mostly. No one seemed to know what your favourite book was. Kind of obscure, but I have connections, people who owe me favours... Look I know I went a bit far. I live a rather... complex existence. Anyone who's done me a favour either wanted somthing, wanted to kill me, or just intended on using me later and even you admitted you got me that job as your bodyguard cause you knew I wouldn't follow you around like your mother wanted me to. By the way, that woman has issues," he gave an uneasy smile as he stood there awkwardly. "er... can I come in? At least so the chocolate doesn't melt?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 20, 2009 7:11:14 GMT -5
I couldn't help frowning as I stood aside and waved him in. No invitation, obviously - part of me thought such a change of character would be better explained by vampirism, and it made sense considering his 'room mate'. "I'm sure in your bizzarre concept of reality this qualifies as sweet but really, it's just coming across as creepy. See, sweet is when I tell you things and you remember them, not when you pay people to find them out. There was a whole Simpsons episode about it, so really there is no excuse for not knowing it."
I took the 'offerings' such as they were and placed them on the counter, trying hard not to be tempted by the smell of the coffee. Giving in I took one of the cups and started drinking, eyeing him expectantly. After a few moments silence I sighed and asked, "Look, are you actually going to say the word sorry at some point or shall we just slag of my mom for a few hours?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 22, 2009 3:38:30 GMT -5
"Can we do both?" He asked with a hopeful smile as he entered. "Look, I am sorry. I guess... recent happening forced me to take a good hard look at myself and..." he stopped a moment, wondering what els eto say. the words slipped out before he had a chance. "I found her. My sister. I don't know if i told you but she was taken when she was younger. By the Council. I've been looking for her and... i found her. And she thought I was out to kill her or something and i realised that I really haven't been the best of people. Well, a chat with Rogue helped on that."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 22, 2009 3:56:35 GMT -5
I nodded, a little freaked out by the massive 'sharing time' that seemed to errupt whenever I was in a room with any of these people, but mostly sympathetic. "To be honest I can understand her point of view. A vampire girlfriend, emotionless core and guy with a library in his head willing to stalk your supposed friends for you doesn't scream good intentions, however many times you save the world."
I took a sip from the cup, savouring the warmth and smell for a moment. "Lemme guess. It was... Maya? The Slayer in the apartment below yours?" At his look I smiled a little. "Don't worry, I haven't used your boy for info. You two smell odd in the same way." Ok, it was true, but I'd only realised it in retrospect. "And you know, the demon udnerworld, it talks and I listen."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 22, 2009 4:00:19 GMT -5
Doc stiffened at that last comment. "One, not my girlfriend," he said. "Two, trust issues. And three... whaddaya mean the demon underworld talks? As far as I know, it's you, me, maya and Mal being the only people that knows. And before you say anything, I've been going to Mal trying to find Kathy for years. Maya gave us the last keywords we needed, and he was as surprised as I was. Actually..." he added, tapping his chin. "He was more enjoying finally seeing me uncomfortable, I think."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 22, 2009 4:08:46 GMT -5
"If you insist, but seriously, you're sharing an apartment. People will talk." I smirked, a little amused. "And I'm not suggesting your pet library spilled the beans on you, but even I felt her little hissy fit, though I didn't know what it was. Jeez, everyone even a little mystically charged in LA felt that - your girl's a Slayer with power, she shines like a neon sign. This isn't me talking, this is the weaker wiccans and the demons who hang around, listening for this kind of stuff. So no, they don't know the particulars, but they know she was there and that something big went down, and I worked out the rest from what you said. But don't expect it to stay secret for long."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 22, 2009 4:17:11 GMT -5
"Damn," he muttered. "Damn, bugger...shite. Thanks for the heads up, guess I owe you," there was a slight sideways smirk. "so... how would you like to meet the Wizard?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 22, 2009 4:22:35 GMT -5
"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz?!" I exclaimed, with a good deal of false enthusiasm before rolling my eyes in sarcasm. "So, you mean the guy who invaded my privacy for money? Yeah, that couldn't hurt." Couldn't hurt me, I meant. Him... I cracked my knuckles experimentally. Well, we'd see.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 22, 2009 4:27:03 GMT -5
"Heh, yeah he doesn't accept money," he informed her. "He's an information broker, literally. Info for info. Give him something interesting to look up, he'll tell you what you're looking for. That's how it works," he shrugged. "Yeah, his morals are questionable, but hey, what do you expect from a guy who had his mind burnt out by a demon aspect?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 22, 2009 4:33:22 GMT -5
"I don't know. I've got a demon bouncin' around in here somwhere, ready to rear its ugly head, and I do ok on the moral scale. And that's including 'trust issues' since that seems to be the watchword. Besides, this is your apology, I pretty much gain the moral highground by default." I grabbed my coat. "So, think I should ask him for some courage? Or some brains? You clearly have first dibs on the heart."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 22, 2009 4:51:12 GMT -5
"Okay, I deserve that," he admitted. "But there is such a thing as abusing sarcasm you know?" He had to admit, though, she was good at it. A little too good. "You've heard that one about sarcasm being the last refuge for the simple minded, right?" he teased.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 22, 2009 4:55:16 GMT -5
"I have heard it, yes. And yet I rise above it every day to reach new heights of ironic amusment. What can I say? Sarcasm and I have had a loving relationship for years. No abuse nessecary." I grinned. Ok, so some might say it pointed to insecurity, or a bad childhood, and they might've been right at one time or another, but now it was so much a part of me I wasn't going to let it go easily.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 22, 2009 4:59:54 GMT -5
"Well, as long as you're okay with it," he said. Okay, so maybe she was a little more fun than he thought. So sue him the last time someone tried to pay his way he ended up wanted. In Switzerland! How the hell do you break a law in Switzerland, for crap's sake?
He gave a mock bow, gesturing to the door. "Ladies first."
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