taxonomites | 005: [Accidental visual/Location: Random rooftop] Remember that Hell thing? Yeah, that happened

Out of all moments for the Tablet to switch on, and Gwen barely notices. No interruption of any skulking, or smirking, or stealing, however. Taxon has caught her off-guard. She's on a rooftop, staring out into the empty, stormless sky. In her palm, she's holding a small, black ops device. LISA, the thing that renders the freak touchable. And she cradles it gently in her palm.

As if caught by a sudden urge, she rips off one red glove and crushes the thing in her palm, blue sparks transmitting the thing to nothing but an unimportant, indistinguishable scrap of metal. LISA is no more. She chucks what's left of it off the roof.

If you're wondering why her eyes are so focused, why her face is bereft of the coy, careless playfulness it usually shows, feel free to ask her, at your own risk. Memories are flying through her head. Now she gets what Spike said, when he arrived. But hell if she's going to lower herself to talk to him about it. She has an idea of what he'd say.

Cuddling with Nate, just wanting to be held, because she finally can.
The sky lighting up. L.A. being sent to hell.
LISA malfunctioning. Nate burnt to a crisp.
A fight in a sewer. The son of a vampire. Fighting by his side, fighting by his side. Gunn, the betrayal, her betrayal. Cordelia the Dragon. The rooftop. Her death. Her sacrifice.

Every once in a while, Gwen actually yearns for a storm. This is one of those times.

[ooc: CANON BUMP through the Angel: After The Fall comic series.]

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[There's an audible sigh.]

Woke up. Like remembering all this stuff I blacked out.

Is it a glitch? You think... you're glitched, or something?

[And this is the part where she remembers just how sad and so very un-Gwen-like Gwen looked earlier, in the tablet. God, what did they do to deserve a future like this? They've been working for the good guys all along, right? Helping the helpless, trying to make the world a better place, and what do they get in return? A scary future, in all its scary glory.]

Edited 2009-10-20 03:40 (UTC)

[The thought had crossed her mind, a while ago. Before she remembered that stuff the blond, British vampire had said to her when he arrived in the tin can. It's not something to look forward to. It's not pretty. In comparison to Taxon? It really kind of sucks, actually. Go figure.]

If it is, I'm going to kick someone's ass. Not really sure if I'm ahead of the game, or what. Angel...he didn't mention anything.

Pft, Like that's a surprise.

[Because really, she would be pissed if Angel tells Gwen something while leaving her in the dark. Right now, though, her curiosity is just... well. She now begins to wonder if she's better off now that she doesn't know, or if she should continue with the poking, only to end up wishing she was still ignorant.]

Ahead of the game?

None of your friends have mentioned anything. Makes me think they're from the past. Except for Angel's buddy, Spike? Blond, obnoxious. He said something I didn't get when I met him. Now? Kind of get it.

[Gwen figured had Angel known Gwen, oh you know, betrayed his son and friends, he might've had a word or two with her. She can't figure out if she's relieved, or would rather everyone be in on the joke.]

Past...? Oh, you mean timelines.

[So that... what. Left her and Fred as the only ones still living in the past? Well, of course there's Doyle but at least everyone knows what became of him. Cordelia then realizes that Fred did have an inkling of what's going to happen to her in the future - the big, blue her walking around in Taxon is a testament to that. So that leaves her as the only ignorant part of the party. Oh so much freaking yay.]

Spike's from the future, too? Well, color me surprised. Not like we got to talk much, since I pretty much booted him off the stage when he mentioned he had a soul.

Oh yeah. From what he...said, I'm pretty sure he's a while ahead of your time, sweetie. [And ahead of Twiggy's, considering that whole Big Blue Goddess thing doesn't ring a bell. Ignorance is bliss, Cordelia. Embrace it. You'd be better for it.]

Thought Angel was the only Hercules in town with that whole soul thing. Looks like it was quite the hit. He could probably manage with a lot less jackass, though.

[Looks like she would have to, since it's a given that Angel's being a retard. She could go to Wes, though. Or to Spike. But the desire to know is pretty much dimming.]

That's Spike for 'ya. More with the ass, less with the jack. Well, actually - a whole lot more of both. Goes to show that having a soul doesn't exactly mean being all zen about it.

It pretty much goes both ways. He's not exactly my biggest fan, either.

[Mightttt have something to do with throwing him off that roof that one time. Which, Gwen feels like Cordelia would appreciate, if she didn't have to let her in on the context.]

Ohh. So you two have met in the future? And you pissed him off? Gee, I wonder how you managed that.

He has a short fuse.

No kidding.

005: [Accidental visual/Location: Random rooftop] Remember that Hell thing? Yeah, that happened

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