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Post by Buffy Summers on Sept 6, 2007 13:41:47 GMT -5
*Buffy walked next to Spike, her face set in a grim mask of determination. She'd find out what the hell Georgiana had wanted with them, and then she'd slap her. Lots.*
"I hate when people are all sneaky. It confuses the whole human/demon, good/evil dynamic, y'know?"
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Post by Spike on Sept 6, 2007 14:08:30 GMT -5
"Yeah...somethin' like that."
*Spike gave her that quirky half-grin of his and looked up to the house.*
"So...we knockin' like civilized people or we finding less than traditional forms or entry?"
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Post by Buffy Summers on Sept 6, 2007 15:06:03 GMT -5
"Are you saying I'm not civilized?" *Buffy bristled, but there was no heat in it. She walked up to the door and knocked, loud enough to wake the neighbors on either side.* "I guess I take a middle road with that one."
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Post by Spike on Sept 6, 2007 15:10:48 GMT -5
*Spike grinned and shook his head. He was fine with this. Rolling with the punches was something they both could manage. He tried not to think about punching and rolling with naked Buffy as he shifted his weight and waited for someone to answer.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Sept 7, 2007 13:53:54 GMT -5
*Buffy tapped her foot, also impatient.*
"Okay, maybe the middle road sucks."
*With that she leaned back and kicked the door in, dusting off her hands as she picked her way through the debris.*
"Oh. I guess we should have tried, you know, turning the handle first."
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Post by Spike on Sept 7, 2007 22:53:46 GMT -5
*Spike just grinned and shook his head.* "But ain't it more fun this way? There's just something about door smashin'. Makes me feel all...manly." *He quickly shifted into his game face and nodded to Buffy.* "If that's how we're gonna play it..." *He glanced to the doorway, brow questioning if she wanted to enter first.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Sept 8, 2007 0:08:44 GMT -5
*Hell yes, she wanted to enter first. But the gesture struck her as suddenly gentlemanly, and it amused her.
Stupid her!
She stepped inside.*
"Back to her room?"
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Post by Spike on Sept 8, 2007 0:39:00 GMT -5
*Spike considered for a moment before nodding and following her inside.*
"Sounds good to me. At least as a starting place. If we can find it."
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Post by Philippe on Sept 8, 2007 6:13:17 GMT -5
*At a loud crash, Philippe opened his study door to see a man and a women standing in the hallway.*
What the bloody hell are you doing in my house?
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Post by Buffy Summers on Sept 8, 2007 10:47:05 GMT -5
*Buffy blinked. No one had said anything about a kind of hot old guy.*
"Trying to find out why that blonde chick who lives here tried to trick us into murdering someone. You got a problem with that?"
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Post by Philippe on Sept 9, 2007 7:15:44 GMT -5
*Philippe thought quickly.*
To put it bluntly, yes.
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Post by Spike on Sept 9, 2007 7:28:27 GMT -5
*Spike's chest swelled and he stepped forward, although he smoothed his face. For the time being anyways.*
"Now look here, mate. Our issue ain't with you. But we're gonna get some answers. So step aside or show us where to find her. Otherwise, there might have to be violence."
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Post by Philippe on Sept 9, 2007 9:44:28 GMT -5
*Philippe's fists tightened.*
Find who?
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Post by Spike on Sept 9, 2007 9:57:32 GMT -5
*Spike bristled in vexation.*
"Bloody Georgiana, that's who! That cunning minx has some questions to answer."
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Post by Philippe on Sept 9, 2007 10:21:14 GMT -5
*Philippe straightened up. Why would these ruffians want to see his innocent little sister.*
I'm afraid I cannot permit that. It would put her in danger.
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