I followed a link from germaine_pet and I am *so* glad I did. This was a wonderful fic- where I could hear every single voice.
Spike: “And they call themselves Oracles? Bloody useless posers. Still don’t see why Percy can’t just look it up.” Spike sat on a column fallen crosswise in the aisle and lit yet another cigarette. “Bad idea bringing her back here, if you ask me.” - sarcastic and bored, almost feigned disinterest
Angel: “Humans have been around two million years?” Angel said bemusedly. “I thought it was more like four thousand.” - I can totally see the look on Angel's face as he says this...
Wes: “Angel.” Wesley was running his hands over a series of bas-relief carvings. “This appears to depict an encounter with the entity you described from your dream.” He rummaged in the bag and took out the digital camera. “I’ll take some pictures and work on translation back at the office. The way the runes and carvings are triangulated is suggestive of an ancient Khwaric ritual – perhaps something that could be useful.” - all business and authoritative
Illyria: “I walked the worlds. I talked with suns, ate hopes and drank despair. I did not always watch my temple closely.” She glanced at the arch. “What was done by my minions concerned me little – even less so, if what they did involved the humans. Do you look at that which disgusts you?” - who was strangely affecting particularly because even she has to admit to the essence of Fred, left behind.
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Spike:
“And they call themselves Oracles? Bloody useless posers. Still don’t see why Percy can’t just look it up.” Spike sat on a column fallen crosswise in the aisle and lit yet another cigarette. “Bad idea bringing her back here, if you ask me.” - sarcastic and bored, almost feigned disinterest
Angel: “Humans have been around two million years?” Angel said bemusedly. “I thought it was more like four thousand.” - I can totally see the look on Angel's face as he says this...
Wes: “Angel.” Wesley was running his hands over a series of bas-relief carvings. “This appears to depict an encounter with the entity you described from your dream.” He rummaged in the bag and took out the digital camera. “I’ll take some pictures and work on translation back at the office. The way the runes and carvings are triangulated is suggestive of an ancient Khwaric ritual – perhaps something that could be useful.” - all business and authoritative
Illyria:
“I walked the worlds. I talked with suns, ate hopes and drank despair. I did not always watch my temple closely.” She glanced at the arch. “What was done by my minions concerned me little – even less so, if what they did involved the humans. Do you look at that which disgusts you?” - who was strangely affecting particularly because even she has to admit to the essence of Fred, left behind.
Just a gorgeous fic. Thanks!