Rupert Giles (
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eswareinmal2012-08-24 12:45 am
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[The orb shows the beach - grass leading to rocks leading to sand leading to the vast expanse of ocean in the distance. It's a picteresque sort of sight, with the bonus of no dragons around to eat people. Turns out you just can't entirely trust the maps here..]
I've, um, I've found the ocean. It's not as bad as it looks, out here...I mean, um, the thorns are moving rather fast, but it turns out that we're hardly cut off.
Well...hardly cut off yet.
I did stop by the infection zone before I came out this way. The reports are certainly true. For plants, they are moving alarmingly fast. I didn't want to stay in the area. If I'd actually dared make camp there, I probably wouldn't be here now. Still. I, um, I made an effort. A couple of basic identification spells, and a bit of scrying, although s-something about them made that even harder than it normally is, for me.
If anyone has any ideas how I might, um, proceed further, or even get a bit off for further examination, I'm certainly all ears. It's not as though I'll have to walk that far to reach the border zone on my way back.
[...really, though, looking out at the beach, at the ocean and thinking of what lies beyond it, it's actually a little hard to remember that they're all in such terrible danger. The land around him brings up a feeling of nostalgia in Giles' chest that he can't ignore.]
...if worst comes to worst, I suppose we could always build a ship.
[Because, when he finds himself forgetting, now he can summon up the mental image of that great, gnarled tangle of malevolent, thorny evil. That's a familiar feeling as well - consult the books. Fight the evil. Save the world.
What happens next? Well...they'll burn that bridge when they come to it.]
((ooc: Hey, sorry for the edits, guys! Turns out I was a bit mistaken as to the positioning of the thorns. But! Things should be able to proceed from here.))
I've, um, I've found the ocean. It's not as bad as it looks, out here...I mean, um, the thorns are moving rather fast, but it turns out that we're hardly cut off.
Well...hardly cut off yet.
I did stop by the infection zone before I came out this way. The reports are certainly true. For plants, they are moving alarmingly fast. I didn't want to stay in the area. If I'd actually dared make camp there, I probably wouldn't be here now. Still. I, um, I made an effort. A couple of basic identification spells, and a bit of scrying, although s-something about them made that even harder than it normally is, for me.
If anyone has any ideas how I might, um, proceed further, or even get a bit off for further examination, I'm certainly all ears. It's not as though I'll have to walk that far to reach the border zone on my way back.
[...really, though, looking out at the beach, at the ocean and thinking of what lies beyond it, it's actually a little hard to remember that they're all in such terrible danger. The land around him brings up a feeling of nostalgia in Giles' chest that he can't ignore.]
...if worst comes to worst, I suppose we could always build a ship.
[Because, when he finds himself forgetting, now he can summon up the mental image of that great, gnarled tangle of malevolent, thorny evil. That's a familiar feeling as well - consult the books. Fight the evil. Save the world.
What happens next? Well...they'll burn that bridge when they come to it.]
((ooc: Hey, sorry for the edits, guys! Turns out I was a bit mistaken as to the positioning of the thorns. But! Things should be able to proceed from here.))

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[His expression grows sober - now Giles has seen for himself just how serious matters are, and will soon be.]
And, if they had a mind to, I think they would, Ginia. Um, even if we did manage to escape, we'd only be buying time.
[But, even as Giles speaks, he's pulling his notebook out of his pocket to open it up and start jotting down what she's just told him. Every little bit helps.]
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/...Are you coming back any time soon?/
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If he's not, of course, I'm safe here a while longer. [His supplies are running a bit low, and Giles doesn't entirely trust the sea life here, but if worst comes to worst, it's a possibility.]
...have you been getting on all right, then? [He likes to think either one or the other would call if something went disastrously wrong, but...well, circumstances might have interfered.]
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Of course, now that she isn't tied up and locked away, that doesn't matter much.]
/I do believe he's unoccupied. I'm sure he'll come running over. I'll get dinner set for three tonight then./ [There were some lovely looking ducks in the butcher's shop...]
/I'm doing wonderfully. I got you some presents./
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So the mention of gifts makes him perk up a bit, despite himself.]
What on Earth for? [But, privately, he lets out a breath of relief - good, when he and Helios can finally go hunting for the necklace, it will look a bit less strange. A gift for a gift - nothing fairer, right?]
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She smiles at the question.]
/Because. Isn't that a good enough reason?/
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[Giles can't deny that he feels a bit wistful at the thought. A dinner with the three of them at their own place...it might be just like old times.
And, just like old times, he remembers the last thing that happened when he took his eyes off the two of them, and adds:]
How are you feeling?
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Well, um...w-won't be long now, then.
W-Where shall I meet you?
((ooc: And switch to action after this?))
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/See you soon, Rupert. / [She smiles, and privately, lovingly for him, then disconnects from the orb.
As promised, she'll be waiting at by fountain, one hand dipped into the cool water. There's a wrapped bundle on her lap and a longer wrapped bundle at her side. She's still dressed in the same getup as earlier. And that cursed necklace? Hidden safely under her shirt.]
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So it's a pensive, concerned, worried former Watcher that walks briskly into the square, orients himself in the crowds, and then heads towards the fountains.
But he still manages a smile when he looks up and sees her waiting. Because he has missed her, and at least she's okay. And this can be fixed. Whatever it is.]
Hello. [He leans in and kisses her before taking a seat next to her on the edge of the fountain, and tries to ignore the wrapped bundles.]
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/hello. I'm glad you're back./
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And, um, I'm happy to be back. [Trying to make the motion subtle, he brushes some hair back from the nape of her neck, glancing to see if he can spot the clasp of the necklace.] Helios is, um, resting, after the trip. But, um, w-we should be all together for supper tonight.
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/i was thinking roast duck, potatoes, and greens would be nice. And cake for dessert./ [She looks down at her bundles and grins, remembering the thrill and rush at getting each item. She holds the longer of the bundles out to him, the contents probably obvious, but wrapped up inside is another sword.] /Go on, open it! /
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Let's see if fortune is kind today. Giles has his doubts but, well. First time for everything.
Of course, he's a bit distracted when Ginia presents him with the package. And when he'd been trying to ignore it, he hadn't recognized the shape, but now, presented with it...
...Giles swallows past a lump in his throat. A sword. Oh, the memories...
But he steals himself, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and undoes the gold clasp at the same time as he asks:]
W-Where did you find this?
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the clasp is undone, but the necklace shifts a little on her skin. Ginia reaches up and touches the necklace, holding onto it even, and looks at Giles.]
/...What are you doing?/
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But in light of happier topics, Ginia lets the topic drop and points back at the covered sword.]
/You didn't open your present. This is for you too./
[The smaller bundle is taken off her lap and placed on his. Wrapped up is a long, hooded cloak. Dark black, very lightweight, but still warm, wonderful for traveling and a bit of dramatic effect. At the throat is a silver metal clasp, a green gem at the center.]
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The sword is a wonderfully thoughtful present, now as it was then, but he can't accept it.
Still, refusing twice would look even worse. So Giles unwraps the present, and despite himself he gasps at the contents. He's never been one for cloaks, not in this style, but when it comes to protective gear Giles has a good eye. This is a high quality piece, and the clasp at the the throat doesn't look like it will come undone for anything short of a bolt cutter.]
It's...it's lovely, Ginia. Th-Thank you.
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[She smiles, happy when she sees his expression. One thing never changed over the many years of her life; to give and bring happiness to others is one of life's greatest joys. And while the cloak clasp had come from the Magic Peddler, the cloak itself had been legally purchased from a vendor.
If he does try it out, he'll discovery very quickly the cloak works as an invisible cloak, rendering whatever the fabric covers invisible.]
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Even he can't fail to notice that he immediately and near completely disappears. After gaping for a couple of seconds, the cloak is hastily removed and folded up.] Good lord! Where on earth did you find this?
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/Do you like it?/
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But. It would take some impossibly powerful magic to make the cloak viable for any decent length of time. The kind of magic that, when all is said and done, still makes Giles deeply nervous.
So his words ring a bit hollow when he says:] Um, v-very much.
...is, um, is that where you found your necklace, then? Th-The market?
[Or the peddler in the market?]
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/This thing?/ [She looks down at the gold and ruby necklace and smiles, remembering how easy it'd been stealing it off a lady's neck.] /It was a gift. /
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[There's something like a physical pain in his chest, now. Giles looks tired, old and tired, but his gaze is resolute as he stares at Ginia with the cloak in his arms.]
...before you say anything, I've s-spoken with Helios.
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