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2 [Aug. 26th, 2006|10:20 am]
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[giles_th_ripper]
[Current Location |Westbury and London, England]
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There's no postponing this any longer. I have to drive to Westbury. The coven there is the only one powerful enough, and experienced enough to comb through my aura for any possible shenanigans. I prefer to think of hexes put on me by the all mighty Wolfram and Hart as shenanigans, rather than deep, dark, disturbing curses.

 

I should also make a phone call to "our man in Los Angeles". I need more on Ms. Lilah Morgan than the dry and sketchy information in her file. The LA branch of the New Watchers' Council is filled with new comers. They're all new comers apart from me, aren't they?

 

Not all. There are always the Wyndham-Pryces. Father and son. Father's a power hungry bastard. Son was a failure as a Watcher and than he shacked up with a vampire, so my confidence in him isn't high. But he'd be in the position to get Lilah's file. I'm sure that a Wolfram and Hart file is a lot more thorough than the sort we have.

 

I can't call Wesley. Maybe I shall if it turns out that she did put a hex on me – which would so conveniently explain my intense attraction to her.

 

I leave the car in front of the old mansion that serves as main residence for the coven. I'm a friendly figure, but I have to display myself clearly, so that they can assess my lack of hostile intentions. One of the witches will take my car into the garage, after a perfunctory inspection no doubt.

 

It takes them fifteen minutes to tell me there is something wrong. It takes them the better part of the weekend to find what the problem is. I'm snarling all the drive back to London. Memory alteration. A magical fucking mind wipe!!

 

I made several calls to my Californian family. In a few well crafted questions, I ascertain that their own memories have been altered.

 

The witches gave me the name of the only warlock in the whole of America powerful enough to do such a thorough job. Cyvus Vail. Bastard demon is listed in the Forbes Five Hundred! I'm seething. Someone's fucked with my mind! I'm determined to use every resource at my disposal to get to the bottom of this. Bloody Americans with their bloody cover ups!

 

For the next few weeks, I tap every contact I've ever had, collect on every favor I've ever been owed. Nothing! Not a damn thing surfaces.

 

If subtlety doesn't work, then I'll apply pressure. As careful as I was to make sure I didn't stir the waters in my frantic investigations, I'm that loud now. I make sure step on every toe. I even called up Buffy and Willow and told them that someone's messed with all our minds. I worry that I may have put them in danger, but it's nothing they're not used to.

 

In a matter of days since I tagged my girls, I start seeing results. The Council headquarters are breached. I find a note on my desk.

 

"Don’t."

 

I feel a manic grin on my face. Don't? Really? How very scary.

 

There's one connection I didn't use. I grab my leather jacket and head for 'the pub'. I bet she's there.

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[User Picture]From: notquitegood
2006-08-26 02:39 pm (UTC)
Benny looked up as Giles walked into the bar.'hey man,what can I get ya?' he noticed that the man seemed to be looking foe that Hollywood lookin' dame. 'If you're lookin' for the American dame she ain't here,hasn't been for a few weeks now.' Benny went back to wiping down the bar.


I'd stayed late at the office,finishing off paperwork. The Senior Partners sent a memo informing me that Mr. Giles was sticking his nose in where it didn't belong. And they want me to fix the problem asap. I called one of my conacts and found out that he was at Benny's pub.


So I got in my car and drove to the pub,I just hope he's still there and in a fairly good mood. I know the Senior Partners aren't. The memo didn't say what Mr. Giles had been looking into about the firm,just that he had and the Partners wanted it stopped.


I walked into the pub and found him sitting at the bar interogating Benny. I walked over to him. "You know if you wanted to find me,you could've called the number on the card."
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From: giles_th_ripper
2006-08-26 03:24 pm (UTC)
"Hello, Lilah," I greet her, letting the name roll lazily on my tongue. "How very fortunate you should arrive. Let me buy you a drink."

Damn, she's cool!

It's official. I lived in California for too long, and spent too much time with those kids. I can only hope not to say aloud anything too... teenagy.

She cocks an eyebrow.

"I want to make up for my untoward behavior of last time we met."

I think I notice the faintest tremor go through her at the mention of the kiss. Or maybe I'm just flattering myself. What I know is that she didn't expect me to bring it up. Nice guy, high school librarian, Mr. Giles would try to forget all about it. I'm sure she can eat up that Mr. Giles and spit him out whole. Lilah would respond to Ripper, though.

I decide to go straight for the heart of the issue.

"What would it take to wave your attorney-client confidentiality?"
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[User Picture]From: notquitegood
2006-08-26 03:36 pm (UTC)
I stood there watching him carefully. Is it just me or are there more simularites between him and Wesley than I thought? No it has to be just me. I get the feeling that he's aware that the firm knows what he's been up to,if his tone of voice is any indication.


I sat down next to him at the bar. I looked over at Benny,who's anxiously awaiting my drink order. "Sure scotch would be great." Benny just nods and runs off like a good little bartender. I looked straight at Mr. Giles,as he got straight to the point. My kind of man,ruggedly handsome and good at getting straight to business.

Benny came back a few moments later with my drink. I gave him a small smile,then turned my attention back to Mr. Giles. "What exactly are you getting at Mr. Giles?"
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From: giles_th_ripper
2006-08-26 09:07 pm (UTC)
We wait for her drink. I don't want Benny listening in. We could get a booth, or go someplace else, but that would feel too much like a date. I did a really good job of not thinking about her. I take the opportunity to inspect her. She's absolutely stunning, in her ice queen way. She looks just a little tired. Not her usual tired-bored. More of a tired-busy. Come to think of it, she appeared in the bar shortly after I arrived, and according to Benny-boy, she hadn't been around for weeks. This looks a lot like a business outing for her.

Good. This means that my efforts got back to the big brass at her firm. Exactly what I wanted.

Her drink comes, and I can't help a small smirk when the bartender scatters away, despite the perfect little smile she gives him.

"What exactly are you getting at Mr. Giles?"

"I want you to tell me something about Cyvus Vail. I know that he was one of the clients of your LA office. I think you can tell me who commissioned him for a large scale mind alteration a few months ago in California."

I'm sure she appreciates my candor. I'm also sure that she's not going to tell me the truth. Or anything at all.
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[User Picture]From: notquitegood
2006-08-26 10:08 pm (UTC)
I take a sip from my drink,befor talking to him. "It's not my case nor is he my client Mr. Giles,so I'm not sure how much help I'd be to you." I took my drink and moved further down the bar.


I was lying of course, when I said I couldn't get the information that he wants. I probably could if I pulled a few strings. I sipped more of my drink and regaurded him quietly. "I'm sorry I wish I could be of more help to you,but I can't. Thanks for the drink though." I smiled at him and Benny,as I finished off my drink.



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From: giles_th_ripper
2006-08-27 08:17 am (UTC)
I can't hold back a chuckle.

"Yes, I'm sure you're a very helpful person. You have this air of helpfulness about you. I can tell that you'd cooperate willingly, if only it were in your power."

I can feel her wanting to leave. I guess she wasn't briefed on how to respond.

"If there's anything I can do to persuade you to do some inquiries, please tell me. I would go as far as to hire you to look into the matter. I know how to get the memories back. What I need, is to learned who did it, and why."

My tone was grows more serious with every sentence. I put steel into it when I deliver the next line.

"Someone fucked with my memory, and this is not something I tolerate."

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[User Picture]From: notquitegood
2006-08-27 04:47 pm (UTC)
I smiled at him. "Oh I can be extremely helpful,if there's something in it for me. And there's nothing you can say or do that'll persaude me to get you the informaton you want Mr. Giles."


I can tell from his tone,that he's pissed about what little information he did manage to get. And I know exactly who did the minde wipe,after all I'm the one that finalised the deal.


Undead bastard really should've just left well enough alone. I should be the one having to deal with the fall out from his stupid decision making skills.


I looked at the very ticked off British man in front of me. "Like I said I can't help you" I glanced at Benny then walked out of the pub.
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From: giles_th_ripper
2006-08-27 05:32 pm (UTC)
So, she'd tell me if I had something she wants. I have a lot of things Wolfram and Hart wants, but I wouldn't trade any of them. I have other things I am willing to trade. We're not on the same side, but maybe on some patches of the war between good and evil, our sides can be, even if momentarily, side by side.

She smiles at me before she leaves. I watch her walking away from me while I pay for our drinks. Damn, she has a fine body under that her clothes. I love the way her dress hugs her curves. Nothing obvious, nothing too showy, but alluring enough to make me do something stupid. Again

I follow her from a short distance. She deactivates the alarm when she's two feet from the car.

I slap myself mentally. Not a repeat performance, Giles!

I hurry up, and open her car door for her.

"Allow me," I say, keeping the door open for her.

I love to see her flinch. Old Ripper still got it.
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[User Picture]From: notquitegood
2006-08-27 05:45 pm (UTC)
I left the pub and made my way to my car. I took the alarm off of it,but before I could reach to open the door it was already open. I looked at the man holding my car door open for me.


I sighed it's late I'm tired and in no mood to deal with his games. I folded my arms and looked directly at him. "What do you want?" I don't really have time for this,I have a case to prepare for.


Normally I'm all for a little danger and slightly morally ambigious men,but not tonight. Not when I have court all day tomorrow,and need to try and get some sleep. "Look if it's about the mind wipe,go find someone who cares to answer your damn questions." I snapped as I started to get into my car.
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From: giles_th_ripper
2006-08-27 06:38 pm (UTC)
"What do you want?" she says, all cool and vaguely annoyed.

Whoa! She certainly got it too. The woman's probably unbreakable. But she has a very endearing slip up.

"...if it's about the mind wipe"

Why, Ms. Morgan, what else could it possibly be about? Since the topic is too hot for me as well, I don’t mention it.

She steps toward the car, I step closer, too. I'm not touching her, but I'm too close for comfort. I lean just a little, so my mouth is right by her ear. I know my breath tickles her earlobe, and her neck. My tone is silky, my words civil. I only show her the velvet glove.

"Vail was your client in Los Angeles. I'm sure you have the dirt on him. I'd much rather make an appeal to your common sense, rather than go to see him in person. There's no need to start a new war over this."

I take a step back, waiting for her to get in the car. She has her back to me when I add three little words in a tone that hints of the iron fist under the velvet.

"Or is there?"
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[User Picture]From: notquitegood
2006-08-27 10:26 pm (UTC)
I sighed in annoyance,as I shut the car door and leaned back against the car. The man was strating to get on my nerves. What is it with Watchers and their need to know the truth about damn near everything?


Wesley was the same way,speaking of dear ol' Wes I wonder how he's doing? Probably off with his perfect little Texas sweetheart. Back to my current problem. I swear it's part of their Watcher trainning,right up there with 'how not to get your slayer killed.'

"He was a client of mine,keyword being was. Incase you failed to notice I don't work for the Los Angeles branch of Wolfram and Hart anymore. And as for starting another war over said information,it's a bit late for that don't you think? "

I let another sigh. "I swear you damn Watchers are all alike." I let out a small bitter laugh. "Never happy with what you have, you always want more or you want what you can't possibly have"


Ok that's it as of right the hell now, I'm done dealing with annoyingly handsome British men. Mainly fucking Watchers. I moved off my car and opened the door,and got in starting the engine.
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From: giles_th_ripper
2006-08-27 11:05 pm (UTC)
Good thing she left in without waiting for my reply because I must look rather stupid with my jaw dropped all the way down to the ground. Did she just tell me that whatever was behind the mind alteration had already started a war? What the hell was going on in California?!

The other bit of information she let slip was just as shocking. She talked about Watchers. She talked as if she had known at least one. Intimately. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, but somehow, there is only one name on my list.

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.

That boy was a disaster in Sunnydale. He nearly destroyed two Slayers. He chose a vampire over his loyalty to the old Council.

Of course, all this could be a ploy. She was a very accomplished actress, after all. This could be a subtle and very complicated power play. To drive the Council and Angel's people against one another. To drive me against Angel. Because they know, they bloody well know I can influence the Slayers, and the Wiccas.

My head started pounding. What if there is no war, and I am on the brink of starting one if I keep looking? What if there is a war, and by not knowing I can't choose the right side?

I go through my options again. Who can help me? Who can I trust?
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