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Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3...

[The voice that comes over the journal sounds...decidedly anxious. Certainly unhappy, confused, and generally out of his element. Giles has never done well under such circumstances, never done well with sudden changes of environs, especially when that change was a dark, dingy back room of a crumbling mansion to a cozy little village in the bright, if cold, sunlight.]

Right. This is, um, certainly new. Well done. Pleasant looking and, at the least, not outwardly mad.

I, um, I c-can't say that I see why you're bothering, of course. You've, y-you've got what you want. If you aren't going to let me go, then I'm sure you could think of...s-something else, at least.

I can wait. I, um, I h-have nothing but time, now.

[Anyone wandering by Good Spirits...well, the New Feather stuck on the roof might catch your eye. He's eyeing the drop to the ground with some wariness, but all the windows are closed with the bar traffic slowed down by the early afternoon. Without assistance, he will just try and fall, and with his new wings that will hurt a very great deal. By then, however, he'll have discovered that the telephone that just happens to look like a book has a map attached, and a guide, and from there he'll set about wandering about the plaza.

Maps are logical, reasonable, rational things. It seems to even match up to his general environs. It's a positive sign, although it's a positive sign pointing to a solution possibly even more insane than the idea that Drusilla is still tormenting him.]

Player Name: Hicku/Hickumu
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Rupert Giles
Character Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Season 2)

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[There's only silence. He's forgotten. Oh god, he's forgotten. It's a situation she's considered before, she's thought about everything she would do if that time ever came, and here it is now.

And she can't think of any of them. All she can think of is Helios, Grune, how they'll react to him not remembering them. Buffy has it easy, they at least know each other and she can ease him into everything.

"Find Buffy. She'll tell you everything."

She almost wants to say that, close the journal and wait it all out, but she could never do that. Not to anyone, especially not Giles. The man she tirelessly patrolled for every night, holding onto the tiny flame of hope the Malnosso would bring him back. The man she still loved with every broken fiber of her being. She couldn't do that to him, not her lover, her best friend.

It still takes her awhile to find her voice again, to temper down all her sadness and anger.]

Thank you. Rupert is a nice name too. Exceptionally strong.

Um... where are you right now?

["Exceptionally strong?" Giles has to laugh, at that. "Giles" is a strong name, he's never doubted that, it's a name with history and a lot of blood behind it. But that isn't him. Not anymore.]

Y-You're, um, f-far too kind.

And, a-and you ask that as though you, um, can't already see.

[He hasn't noticed the journal. The realization almost makes her laugh and she manages to stifle the laugh down into a small cough. It was such a classic New Feather mistake and... god, Giles.]

There should be a journal around you, nearby. That's... that's what you're hearing me from.

[Giles looks around and finally takes a proper look at the book resting by his side. He hadn't paid much attention before. It wasn't as though you could really read, in dreams, your brain wasn't on the right frequency and so what good would a book be? He'd thought it was just a pale facsimile of his own journal.

But, picking it up and examining it proves otherwise. He can make out the words displayed on the pages well enough, but everything else...]

It's...rather like a telephone, isn't it?

["Like a computer, only more you-friendly."]

A little. You can write in it too. It's... it's how we communicate around here. In Luceti. [How long until the others hear? Until everyone comes rushing to his rescue? For a moment, Ginia pities everyone. Giles, all his friends, everyone.]

So as you can see, I can't actually tell where you are. But if you let me know, I can help you.

"Luceti"...

[It's no name of any place that he knows, but...well, there are a lot of places in the world, and he hasn't traveled half as much quite yet.]

I-I'm, um...on a roof. Don't know which roof in particular. There's, um, a fountain down below me, though. If, i-if that helps.

The plaza then. [There's the sound of rustling as Ginia grabs her coat and her journal, footsteps following as she begins heading toward the door.] Do you see the river? How close by is it?

Y-Yes, um, a river. I see it. Just behind the building. Um...rather close. Hard to, um, hard to tell from up here.

[Then, because even talking to her is setting off some serious alarm bells...]

...you don't have to come, you know. I, I-I can find a way down.

When I first arrived, you freely gave me information and assistance without even knowing me.

Helping you now is the least I can do.

[A door opens then closes and the sound of running feet can be heard. The joys of House 44, not far from the village plaza at all. With his vantage point, and if he's watching the path to the northeast, he'd probably see her approaching.]

[Now that does sound like him. Giving bad news to people in bad situations. Really, when they're allowed out of the Headquarters, it's something Watchers have a bit of a specialty in.

The sincerity in her voice, however, stops her from saying anything more than a quiet "Th-Thanks" before she leaves. Ginia will probably spot Giles, first, standing at the edge of Good Spirits and looking as though he's seriously considering jumping.]

[There's a few things Ginia realizes as she runs toward the plaza. She should have grabbed a coat for him, he's probably freezing in New Feather pants, unless his clothes was left on the roof. She also doesn't have any clue how to get him down from the roof. There are options, but mostly unfounded theories.

Everything goes out the metaphorical window when she sees him up on the roof. It's only two stories, but it's still two stories down.]

Hey! [She calls out to him, voice cracking a little as she runs fast. She channels Kipinn's power as her speed doubles, the wind literally at her back. The boost is enough for her to race across the plaza, get a good leap off the wall of the building, and propel her almost effortlessly to the rooftop. Ginia stops a moment to catch her breath before she forces herself to look at him.]

...It really is you.

[The shock of seeing an apparently ordinary woman take two stories at a leap is enough to distract Giles. He stumbles back over the roof with a yelp of surprise as she suddenly lands next to him, loses his balance, and falls back into a sitting position.]

G-Good lord...

[Right. There's an impression to leave for someone. Ginia takes a moment to catch her breath, her expression falling between an apologetic laugh and happy surprise. Even if he doesn't remember anything, his memories could come back. That's a hope she'll hold onto. More importantly, he's here. He's back.]

Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to scare you. But... um...

[Her composure cracks slightly and she laughs, reaching up to wipe tears from her eyes.]

Let's get down from here. We can, um, get you some clothes and food and I'll try to explain everything.

Y-You didn't. [Despite himself, Giles laughs quietly in turn even as he gets to his feet and dusts himself off. His wings are different this time - white, with patches of red the color of new blood.] Um, believe it or not, I-I've seen things a great deal more worrying and, um, a great deal less impressive.

[Then Giles catches himself, almost immediately sobering. She almost had him.] I-I'm, um, assuming that the normal rules still apply and falling from this height will at least hurt. H-How do you propose I get down, then?

[He's younger too. It's in his face, his posture, he's a younger man. A younger, less scarred man, and Ginia wonders for a moment if there's still a place in his life for her.

She realizes she's staring slightly and quickly glances away.] I believe you. I believe all you've seen.

[She walks toward the edge of the roof and peers down, making a few calculations in her head. After training with Pao-Lin, she's learned how to use magic to control her fall speed. She's not sure if there's enough in her to slow down two people, but it's better than nothing.

She takes a small step in to him and offers a gentle smile.]

Hold onto me, I should be able to cut down our falling with Kipinn's magic. Um, using air to create a cushion that'll make the impact a lot less.

[And Giles almost reflexively steps back. He looks away on seeing the expression on her face - all gentle smiles and reassuring words - and folds his arms tightly across his chest in an unconsciously defensive gesture.

All in a rush, as though he has to get the words out before it's too late.]

I don't trust you, a-and I don't really believe any of this is, is happening. Y-You, you haven't deceived me. Not again.

[Ginia doesn't move as he moves away, letting him reclaim space between them.]

...No. You're right, you don't have any reason to trust me, and this is all far too much for anyone to take in.

But I'm not going to leave you up here either. At least let me help you down. Then... [Her voice catches and she swallows, taking a deep breath to steady herself.] I can help you to people who you know, who can explain everything to you.

There isn't anyone here that I know.

...and, even if there was, I certainly wouldn't wish to see them now.

[His gaze ticks towards the edge of the roof again. If he jumped, would that wake him up? It couldn't be that much different from a dream, could it?]

What do you think is happening?

[It's heartbreaking to hear him say those words. Ginia almost corrects him with the fact Buffy is around, Cordelia, Oz too, but... she remains quiet.]

What is happening is you have been brought to a place called Luceti via an organization called the Malnosso. This is not the first time you've been brought here, the third actually, so I should warn you now there will be many people you don't know contacting you because they are concerned and you have been missed.

The journal next to you has a guide that explains everything. You don't have to believe it now, I wouldn't expect you to, but it's the truth.

[He wants to scream. He wants to demand that she stop pretending. He wants the simple, direct pain back, and not this insidious invasion of his last defense.

Again, Giles' eyes flicker to the edge of the roof, and then back to Ginia. Even so, slowly and hesitantly, he nods.]

...all right.

[He approaches, gingerly taking her arm in preparation for whatever is going to happen for the landing.]

[Ginia's hand settles on his arm first, then after glancing up at his face, she takes a step in and moves her arm to wrap around his waist. For this to work, she needs them to be as close as possible so she can focus in on a smaller area. She closes her eyes, focusing on the spell.

A rushing of wind can be heard as she forms a tunnel of sorts below them. Ginia holds onto him as she pulls him off the roof, the wind catching them and whipping past their clothing and bodies, pressing up under them as they fall, disappearing at the last foot to drop them down to the ground.]

[He's proud of himself for managing to keep his eyes open the entire time. A part of him, the bits and shreds of magic, can even understand very slightly what she's doing. It's not flying, but it's something similar, but all the same...

The ground meets his feet as though they stepped off a front porch. For a second, Giles is just too lost in looking back up at the roof, down at the ground, around at a village he hasn't yet seen from ground level.]

...good lord.

[It actually worked! My god. Ginia reluctantly pulls away from him, a little shaky on her feet from overexerting herself with magic, and smiles weakly at him.]

Are you all right? I hope it wasn't the first time, I've never tried that with two people before. [She takes a few steps to lean against the building. Oh, beautiful solid wall, how wonderful you are.] Um, give me a moment to catch my breath, then we can... I can... help you find your way?

O-Oh, no, by all means. That was, um, remarkably impressive. [He smiles - temporarily disarmed from his confusion and suspicion by the lure of a slightly more explicable phenomena. Giles even leans against the wall with her, albeit with a few feet of space between them.]

Manipulating the elements does tend to be a bit of, um, an erratic process. I'm s-sorry to have put you to so much effort, um, on my account.

No, no, no trouble at all. [Especially not for him. Ginia feels another pang of sadness as she remembers all the times he'd helped her with Kipinn, working with her on creating even the slightest breeze, then tempering it into something more powerful, yet controlled. She wouldn't have been able to do that without his guidance.]

If you're hungry, we're right across from the restaurant. Seventh Heaven. [Where we first ate together.] O-or there's the tea house above the Welcome Center. [Where you used to help out.] The clothing store isn't too far away either. I can... I can explain more no matter where we go.

[Because now that they're here, even if she said she would help to someone he would know, she finds she can't bear to leave his side or let him go out of sight.]</small. Whatever... whatever you want.

Edited 2012-02-21 04:39 (UTC)

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