taxonomites | 032 ━ [ visual ] / [ location: somewhere in wilde ].

Angel had abandoned the hotel after grabbing his sword and stocking his person up on other assorted weapons. The hotel had been home to him for so long, but it wasn't worth defending anymore. No-one that mattered lived there, and the only purpose it served was to be a fixture for memories; some he cared to remember, others he often wished would just stay forgotten - like the faint outline of the point of a pentagram that peeked out from under the couch that had been placed on top of it in a futile attempt to hide it.

He frowned at it, remembering the primordial magic he'd tampered with when he was trying to find a gateway to Quor'toth and the son that had been here in Taxon for a while, but had since been sent home. He was glad Connor wasn't here to deal with any of this chaos, though he knew his kid would be able to handle his own.

Into Wilde he went, tearing down zombies as he made his way towards the home of the person he'd since proclaimed himself the protector of. There was complicated reasoning behind why Angel was currently going deeper into the heart of the areas the zombies now overran, some of which he'd yet to clue himself into, but by the time he arrived on her doorstep, he was already wearing half of what he killed. (One didn't go into a fight expecting to emerge with a spotless wardrobe.)

[ ooc | for various planned shenanigans, but feel free to run into him somewhere in wilde or prod him via visual. the more the merrier! ]

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"Real and all levels of yicky. Even the non-flesh-eating kind." She tempers her voice with a kind of understanding. It sucks to take these things in; although Sookie seems pre-familiar with the concept of vampires. That's...interesting. And it causes her to shoot a pointed look back at Angel. Who is this girl?

But in seconds, Buffy is back to playing sentry. "Could you drop the wildlife show act, Angel?" Still gently. "You're freaking me with all that...circling."

"They didn't get close enough to eat anything of mine--" that shotgun isn't just for show, Buffy-- "But I'm not gonna disagree about them bein' disgusting." She notices the byplay between Angel and Buffy but leaves it be for now; in a moment she can make an excuse to go be in the other room, give them a chance to come up. (And what is this girl might be a better question, for the record.)

Sookie raises an eyebrow at that comment, but keeps her thoughts to herself.

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"Sorry," Angel apologizes, stopping upon Buffy's request. Without thinking much of it, he movies, placing himself next to Sookie-- to her right.

There's an interesting question of 'what is she' lingering about in this room in regards to both women. Buffy, a vampire slayer, and Sookie, part-fae.

"I can't hear them. Means they haven't gotten inside yet. Wouldn't put it past them to find a means. We should probably head for higher ground, find the stairs in this place."

032 ━ [ visual ] / [ location: somewhere in wilde ].

you found a home in all your scars and ammunition;

you found a home in all your scars and ammunition;

you found a home in all your scars and ammunition;