Avox in Arcadia (perpetual) wrote,
Avox in Arcadia
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Drabbles for "Move"

The prompt at open_on_sunday this week seemed to have a lot of potential, so I was going to do another run through the Older'verse in another attempt to motivate myself to finish the story. After the first three, though, my brain wouldn't, uh...."move".

Despite the use of the prompt, I'm not going to post these at the community itself. Maybe I'm being prissy but they just don't seem worth it.

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Giles didn’t feel better by the time he got to the library, but the sight of an animated, composed Slayer engaged in a discussion of strategy with two Watchers was an enormous relief. “Kendra,” he greeted her. “I wasn’t expecting you to make it here so soon.”

“Zabuto moves quickly,” said Quentin. “As can we all, provided our lines of communication are open.”

Giles ignored the barb, and Kendra didn’t seem to notice it. “I weel be of sarvice while Buffy recovers,” she said with her usual formality, but her expression revealed a hint of worry. “She weel recover?”

*

“That’s a lot of numbers,” Buffy commented over Willow’s shoulder. Then, noticing the laptop balanced on her knees, she added, “Too many to fit in one computer?”

“Well, I’m trying to help Miss Calendar with her class,” said Willow, as if it were an apology. “So she can concentrate on...you know.”

The sound of a cleared throat behind them made both girls jump. “Don’t let me interrupt,” said Miss Calendar. “I’m just here to do some research. But you have to understand—-“

Buffy’s eyes didn’t move from the screen. “Stop saying it’s not going to work. I don’t care.”

*

Magic was the magic word, Xander mused. Half of his friends were now host to some magical gift or curse, and the other half couldn’t talk about anything except using magic to restore Angel’s soul. Cordy had dumped him for a Watcher, bureaucratic poser of the magic world, and the Watcher in question didn’t even have the nads to make the first move.

If magic was the answer to everything, he wondered, why weren’t they tapping any resources beyond the Council-sanctified ones? Angel on the loose qualified as an emergency, didn’t he?

Xander cornered Amy that afternoon. “You’re a witch.”
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