taxonomites | XII: [ visual | location: Shelley ] Would you like me to lie to you now?

Her sarcophagus. Her resting place. She had gone to visit it mere moments ago, as a means of connecting with a past she can no longer return to.

Too many things to ponder on. Too long had she been held in this place, against her will, against her desire. And she can find no means to alleviate her increasing discomfort. Her recent bout with Spike, and even with the vampire leader, had helped little to comfort her. Her conversations with the younger Wesley only confirmed her thoughts.

She had no purpose here. She had no place here.

And yet this realization is not new.

Illyria reaches out to touch her sarcophagus - when the glitch hits.

She watches, disturbed, as her skin, her armor changes. How can this be? She had no desire to look like Winifred. Illyria had not willed it. She throws her head back, closes her eyes - nothing.

She grits her teeth as suspicion begins to gnaw at her. Lashing out, she pushes her sarcophagus away until it crashes and destroys one of the walls.

Amidst the dust and debris, Illyria stands panting. Her tablet, attached to her wrist now, records her movements as she begins to inspect her borrowed form.

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Of course it's a glitch. At least it's a relatively tame one. It could be much, much worse.

...her being glitched back to full power, for instance.

Or into how she was just before the time reset. No George here to help us with that.

All right, this isn't really isn't that bad, then. Even if it's still hard seeing her like that.

Yeah. [ he sighs. ] What makes it bad is that no-one else is seeing it - seeing her - the way we do.

So many of our friends here and none of them from when we are.

Except Connor. He'd probably see it our way.

We're beyond so many of them. Most of them aren't even around anymore.

He would. I imagine that's why he hasn't spoken up, yet.

Yeah. Ain't life grand?

Speaking of things that could drive a man to drink, did you know Buffy's working as a bartender now?

Grand's a bit too much for you and I to ask for.

...what? Where?

I know.

[Pause. Wait, he's not supposed to tell Angel about Lorne even though he has to know by now.]

A bar.

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[ angel just sort of snorts in response to that. yeah, he knows. and it's not hard to guess where buffy's probably working. ]

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...you can't visit her, and I probably shouldn't have mentioned it.

Not really looking to. Not the time to deal with the unmentioned, either, just like I told Fred and Cordy. I'll deal with their questions and anything else in relation to that after Illyria's back to normal. That can wait.

I usually locked her in a room or tried to run her over with a roller coaster or something when she got like this in Hell.

I'm going to try and jolt her out of it. Not sure if it'll work, but it can't hurt to try.

...run her over, though, Spike?

What? It worked. I don't know if it will while she knows she's not Fred.

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