Let's Go to Work ((RP for the Agency))

[prodigalwatcher]

OOC: For _freaksrus, queen_c_tm, evilhandissue and big_pile_o_dust and anyone else who's expressed interest in the new agency. Bendy-time as needed to fit into people's storylines and timelines.

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce had faced a number of challenges in his years, from vampires to werewolves to sorcerers and demons. And none had frustrated him so much as those with whom he and the others had been made to contend in the establishing and opening of the new agency. Between simply getting the physical plant of the offices and equipment arranged and the bureaucratic tangle of permits and licenses required to hang up their shingle, he had been more than ready to give up the whole thing and set up a folding table and cardboard sign reading "VAMPIRES SLAIN 5 CENTS" on the side of the freeway.

At last, though, the last papers had been signed and the last screws turned. He and the others stood outside the door of the office suite, though every one of them had already been inside, inspecting their own spaces and whatever details which fell under their particular charge. But this was a ceremony, and as proud as he was to be officially resuming this work with these people, Wesley wanted to stand on ceremony this once.

He glanced at the brass plaque that hung beside the frosted glass doors.

THE ENDEAVOUR AGENCY
Private Investigations

When the question of the agency's name had gone unsolved, Wesley had thrown open a thesaurus to the entry for "crusade" and selected a synonym that would suit their higher-class location. He turned the key and opened the door.

"Open for business," he said, and stepped inside.

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[big-pile-o-dust.livejournal.com]

"I know what she is, you ponce," Spike sneered at Wesley. He'd heard all the stories about Cordelia from Angel many, many, many times when he'd been stuck as a ghost and trapped at Wolfram & Hart. With nowhere to go, he'd bugged Angel enough that his gransire had told him more than he'd really wanted to know, but he'd been bored at the time.

"I'll get the demons," he offered, since he wasn't a researcher and he sure as hell wasn't going to sit around answering phones while there were Big Bads to stop. Plus, he was fairly brassed off at the moment -- not really at anyone in particular -- but it was frustrating to see Cordelia act liek that, despite what good old Wes might try to say to make things sound fine and dandy.

Or despite what the cheerleader herself said, he realized as he watched her pop pills like candy. "Not a problem, pet," he answered her when she thanked him for the coffee. "There's more where that came from if you need it."

Spike, protector of damsels in distress at your service.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_freaksrus/]

Gwen jumped on the demon hunting bandwagon right behind Spike. The tension between Cordelia and Lindsey could be cut with a knife and no way in hell was she sticking around for that particular drama. She felt bad for Wesley, but eh he knew she was a survivor and that included couple drama. "I'll go with Spike." She gave Wesley a sympathetic glance, and silently promised to make it up to him later.

"Once we know what the symbol looks like I can get in touch with some of my contacts. They might know something. Sulphur smell is common, but warehouses aren't. Especially not around where they can do human sacrifice without rent-a-cops seeing it. We can check out abandoned factories. Can't be too many of those in LA."

[evilhandissue.livejournal.com]

"If you three go, I'll stay behind and take Cord home so she can rest."

Lindsey looked at her with the and you can tell me what else you've been hiding from me look, then looked up at Wesley with eyes that suggested for the birtish man to agree with him.

[prodigalwatcher.livejournal.com]

Wesley nodded at the others. It was a solid division of their efforts. He reached out and gave Cordelia one last pat on the the shoulder. "Let him take care of you," he instructed gently, "and we'll let you know when we have answers. You're going to be fine." His last look at Lindsey gave him enough assurance that she would indeed be in good hands for the time being.

Walking to the book shelf, Wesley slipped a pair of leather-bound volumes into his satchel. He unlocked his desk drawer and drew out a pistol. Checking that it was loaded, he holstered the weapon, shouldered his bag and turned to Spike and Gwen.

"All right, then. Let's go to work."

[queen-c-tm.livejournal.com]

"Just a sec."

She wasn't going to argue against Lindsey taking her home, even though she knew there was bound to be a fight once they got there. But Cordelia didn't want everyone to run off before she could give them all the information she could. Her head might be killing her, but she wasn't going to shirk her Vision Girl duties!

"Let me draw that symbol for your before you go." She struggled to get up enough to reach for a pad of paper and pen on the desk next to her, then quickly scribbled her best interpretation of the symbol she'd seen in the vision. When she was done, she held it out to whoever wanted to take it and slouched back against Lindsey.

"That's the symbol I saw on the boy. I wish I could describe the demons better, but they were in the dark, and they had these cloaks on with hoods. All I could see were red eyes."

Which didn't narrow things down very much, she knew.

"I'll call if I remember anything else."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_freaksrus/]

Gwen walked over to Cordelia and took the symbol she'd drawn with a smile of thanks. She glanced down at the drawing but the symbol didn't mean anything to her. Her hand reached over and gave Lindsey's shoulder a squeeze before moving back to join Wesley and Spike.

"Thanks, Cordelia. This helps a lot. If you need anything..." Gwen's gaze swung to Lindsey, encompassing them both. "just call." She nodded toward the door. "Ready?"

[big-pile-o-dust.livejournal.com]

Spike was ready. He was more than ready. He was born ready, and so he walked over to the weapons chest that Wesley had ever so nicely put into their office and grabbed a sword from it.

"Let's go get us some baddies."

And they were off.

OOC: Teach me to try and reply before coffee. *L* And... scene?