Cordelia insists that I have one of these things. Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. I'm not home right now, so please leave a message, and I'll be back with you as soon as I can.


Ooc: Wesley's mun can also be reached via this post.

The hardest decision I ever had to make was in Pylea. We had to storm the castle to rescue the princess (Cordelia) and to hopefully free everyone else from slavery. I had to send in a number of men to a part of the castle where I knew that their odds of survival were slim to none. It wasn't something that I wanted to do. However, if I had tried to keep them all alive, we would have failed and more than likely we all would have died. It was the best way for the rest of us to actually be able to get into the castle. It wasn't my proudest moment, but it is something that, if I had to do again, I think I would.

Wesley didn't really sleep that night. How could he? Cordelia actually confided in him that she was dying because of these mystical visions that she had been given. He went through every book that he could find in his apartment trying to figure out a way to keep them from killing her. Of course, just going on that idea alone left many possibilities open. Too many to properly research, in fact. How could he look for a way to do it when he didn't really know of one single way?

Well, that's untrue. He did know of one way: get rid of the visions completely. Of course, Cordelia would never agree to that. If he did it without telling her, she'd never forgive him. He didn't want that. Plus, who was to say that taking the visions away from her wouldn't kill her instantly? For all he knew, they may be what was holding her together at the moment. Or at least the Powers that Be were the ones holding her together.

With all of this on his mind, he went in to the Hyperion the next day. Gunn's truck hadn't moved from the spot he parked it in last night, so it was obvious where he spent the night at. He went inside and went straight to the coffee pot. While Cordelia's skills in coffee making were legendary in their...inadequacies, right now he needed anything with caffeine in it.

1.) Buy every book that we might ever need.
2.) Take everyone on a vacation away from here for a while.
3.) Hire someone to clean the weapons when we get back from a night out.
4.) Take Cordelia clothes shopping and Gunn shopping for video games.
5.) Hire someone to clean the hotel.
6.) Restore the hotel.
7.) Find a way to fix the windows so that the sun wouldn't burn Angel.
8.) Replace some of the old weapons.
9.) Also buy Cordelia some of those 'manolos' that she likes to go on about.
10.) Buy Fred more tacos.

Demons are something that are an every day part of my life. I have been trained to fit them since I was a little boy. If I am honest, I've been trained to fit them since I was in the womb. I was supposed to be a great Watcher. Things didn't turn out like my father had planned, so, of course, the first thing he did was tell me what a failure I was and that I wasn't worth the Wyndam-Pryce name.

My opinion on demons now isn't quite so black and white as it was when I first arrived in the United States. Technically, I work with the former Scourge of Europe. Not something that I would write home about, but now I do work that I'm proud of. I save people's lives. I have people that I can call a family.

All of this is because I fight demons, at least the bad sort that tend to want to do things like sacrifice babies and eat innocent people.

Ten reasons to get up in the morning.

1.) Fighting the good fight.
2.) A good cup of morning tea.
3.) Work
4.) My friends (Family, to tell the truth.)
5.) Research
6.) The translation I'm working on right now in hopes of keeping the bill collectors away from the Hyperion.
7.) Tasty donuts, especially chocolate covered ones.
8.) To make sure that everyone is taken care of.
9.) In hopes that Angel will be back today.
10.) Just in case Cordelia has a vision.

Since Angel left us, I haven't been so sure of what to do around here. I'm technically the leader of Angel Investigations now, but things have been kind of quiet over this summer. Good for the world, but, as Cordelia would say, bad for business. We really weren't making any money as of late. I had pulled into the last little bit of my meager savings to help pay the bills, but even that was going to cover things for long. I can only hope that a paying customer would come in, or, god forbid, Cordelia would have a vision of a paying customer.

Now I'm beginning to sound like her.

Not like I could help it if I tried. I've been spending most of my time with her this summer. The girl we found in Pylea, Fred, mostly stays upstairs, only coming out when someone puts tacos beside her door. (I've never seen a woman eat so much of anything, much less tacos.) Gunn comes in to help when we need him, but he actually spends a good deal of time with Fred as well. They seem to be getting along quite well.

That leaves only Cordelia and I on the ground floor most days. The Powers that Bother Us have been leaving us mostly alone this summer, and I can't help but be relieved a little, even though a vision would direct us to a paying customer, maybe. I can see that they are getting worse, even though she won't admit to it to anyone. I just don't know by how much, though.

Today was another slow day, it seemed. Cordelia seemed content to file her nails at the desk while I did a translation that I had picked up for a little extra cash. Just about anything to pay the bills, these days.

((Open to Cordelia))

Wesley woke up the next day with a hangover from hell. He couldn't quite remember how he had gotten Buffy back to her place the night before or that morning, but she wasn't here now, so he figured he poured her into a taxi at some point. Of course, this only made him want to check on her. She had sort of become his only friend in the city, so he wanted to make sure that she had gotten to her place OK.

She had left him a number for her little apartment. It took him a little while to hunt the slip of paper down, in all of the mess, but he did finally locate it. He had to decipher it, through the drunken scribble, but he finally manged to figure out the phone number.

He figured that he would be waking her up, but it was almost four in the afternoon, so it was probably about time, anyway.

((Open to Buffy))

He once had it all: friends who cared about him, a job that he loved, a life that fulfilled him. And then it all came crashing down on his head. First, a baby came into his life: Connor, Angel's son. A baby that was literally impossible, born of two vampires. A baby that everyone wanted, that they all were willing to protect with their lives. Then came a prophecy: the father will kill the son. He was so certain that it had to do with Angel killing his own son. Wesley went to everyone and did everything he could to try and prevent it. Finally, he came to the conclusion that he had to take Connor away. If he did this, he could spare Angel the hell that he would go through for killing his one child, the person he valued most. Of course, he had botched that plan as well. Justine came behind him and slit his throat, stealing Connor right out of his arms.

His hand went up absent mindedly to the still red scare on his throat. It didn't ache like it did when he first came home, well, not physically, anyway. Still, it burned in his mind like a Scarlet Letter, the physical presence of his betrayal of all of his friends and, most of all, Angel. He didn't blame the man for trying to kill him; if only he had been allowed to finish the job. Wesley wished that he was dead most of the time, but just didn't have the will in him to go and do it himself. Although right now he was getting a good start on drinking himself slowly to death.

He was on his third whiskey right now, in some random bar in LA. He wasn't sure which one it was tonight. It was a different one every night. All he wanted to do was drink the pain away, but he hadn't quite pulled that off so far. He was going to keep trying, though. He was going to try until he succeeded, even if that turned his liver to stone in the process. Not like he had anything or anyone to live for anymore.

"Do you want a refill on that?" the bartender asked him. He hadn't even realized that he had finished off the drink. He simply nodded, and the bartender topped him off. So, another night taking a ride home in a taxi then? He might want to die, but he wasn't going to kill someone else by hitting their car head on. Besides, the drunk driver usually lives, and that was the last thing that he wanted.

((Open to Buffy))

Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Drusilla OT Juice, Wesley and Fiala
Where: Juice's house, Wesley's place, and Fiala's place
When: Sometime Friday night


She had done it very quietly, and very quickly.

Drusilla hummed to herself as she worked, happy that her family would be formed. It wasn't the same family, and it wasn't the final family, but she knew that.

The past, present, and future all came to her ad the same time, and the terrible confusion was funny. She knew that he couldn't be helped.. and she knew other things.

Right now- Spiky had a doll. A beautiful doll, with long dark hair. He had other toys too, and The Master knew about all of them. Her beautiful doll Katie helped with that.

Today was a delivery day, and more of her family would be out. She had delivered some, and she had some left to deliver, but each one was fun and terrible.

A blonde little boy was left for the beverage child. His elder brother already had one. She left a dark haired male for the man, and a beautiful brunette doll for the girl.

All were large, child sized porcelain dolls. All were presents.

The trees spoke to her now, and reminded her of the bells.

Wesley found the doll outside of his apartment when he left the next morning. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he found it. He didn't even want to touch it. If it was the same person that had left dolls outside of the Bronze the other night, then he would have major problems.

He immediately called his boss in the OSI to report the doll and who he thought it was from.

Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Laili and Wes and a bunch of other people
Day: December 3, 1997
Place: The Bronze

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Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: OSI personnel
Where: Wouldn't you like to know?
When: 1/8/98

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Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Wesley and Narcissa
Where: The Bronze
When: Nighttime

Wesley was sitting at the bar of the Bronze, trying to not cringe from the music playing. Narcissa had asked if he would meet her here tonight here, and so he waited for her to show up. They had actually built a friendship, which wasn't that surprising to him as it was to some others who saw them together. While he didn't look nearly as 'bitchin,' as Gwen may say, as Narcissa did, they shared a lot of personality traits. It was nice to have someone with similar opinions to his own around.

Narcissa was looking decidedly un-Watcher-like, wearing a long leather dress that went down to her calves, and was slit up the side. She had on black knee-high boots, and a black leather choker with silver spikes through it. Her bright red hair was tied into pigtails, which was slightly funny, considering how cute it looked compared to how snarky and bitchy she looked. She was taking a long drag off of a cigarette, and staring at the ceiling with a frustrated look.

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Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Wesley and Narcissa
When: Friday, Around Lunch Time
Where: The Espresso Pump

Wesley was waiting in the Espresso Pump for the new Watcher to show up. He knew he was supposed to call them Servitors, but old habits died very hard sometimes. He knew very little about this one, but he was supposed to be her guide in OSI until she got settled in. He actually didn't know what she looked like. They had talked on the phone, and he had told her what he would be wearing that day so that she would know him. She only told him that she'd be wearing a red shirt, and that he'd know her real quick. This looked like it would be fun.

Annnnd... she was wearing a red shirt, but probably not a shirt he would expect. If he was expecting a typical watcher, there was no way he'd even have given her a second glance when she walked in. Her black hair was dyed blood red, and her lips wore the same shade. Her skin was pale and fair, and her eyes, especially behind their wall of eyeliner, looked positively evil. A silver lip ring glinted in the light, and her outfit looked more akin to a night at the Bronze than that of a Servator. She wore snug black leather pants, a skintight red tank top over a black sports bra and a black studded choker around her neck. She strutted over, looking around until she finally stood about three feet from Wesley's table, staring at him for a few moments. "Hey..." her voice dripped with attitude, as though she was the shit and she knew it. "You Wesley?"

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Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Gwen and Wesley
When: Mid-August, about 1 a.m.
Where: Pryce Residence

Gwen had been out late. Ok, more like all freekin' night. It was close to 1am, and she figured everyone would be in bed by now. So, dressed in a mini-skirt, thigh-high stockings, and tube top, she made her way into Wesley's house, creeping into the

And there was Wesley, waiting for Gwen to show up, sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee to keep himself awake. While he had realized long ago that Gwen stayed out late mostly every night, either patrolling or just out cavorting, he still worried. "Good morning, Gwen," he said with a smirk.

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Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Laili open to anyone at her home
Where: Pryce house
When: Sunday evening

Laili was busy making sure everything was prepared for Monday and the start of the work and school week. She'd taken to packing lunches for Wesley, herself, and the girls on Sunday evening and was seated at the table making sandwiches to pack into the various bags.

She felt pleased with how her life was going now. Things were almost normal, if she discounted the whole need for young blood to be poured down the gaping hole in her neck. That was a bit inconvenient. She knew Wesley had been researching a cure - and she'd been interviewed now by Project Redemption at his work. They assured her that they'd do what they could to assist in the situation, too. But she couldn't help but wish she could be truly normal for her new family.

Amir came to perch on her shoulder, another reminder of how non-normal things really were. She petted him, and fed him a slice of meat. "I suppose we don't have to be normal to be a good family, do we?" Heck, even without her strangeness, and Amir - there was Gwen and that whole situation and so forth...

"I'm just happy we have a nice home."

Amir hooted in agreement.

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Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Andrew, Jonathan, Warren,Harmony, Laili, Wesley, Nica, and Becky
Where: The Bronze
When: Monday Night

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Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Laili and Wesley
Where: at their home
When: Monday night

Laili was seated on the couch, with Amir perched on her shoulder. She was currently leafing through a circular of Easter sales that had come in the mail, pondering the holiday. She hadn't really celebrated American holidays all that much, but now that she was married with a family and all- she supposed they should. "Wesley," she called to her husband. "Do you have any Easter traditions?"

Wesley looked up from the book he was reading, a little surprised. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Well, Easter wasn't ever really celebrated in my family." His family wasn't exactly Christian, and his father never really cared for anything remotely...fun, for lack of a better term.

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Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Wesley and Gwen
When: Wednesday Afternoon
Where: Pryce House, backyard

Wesley had Gwen in the backyard, throwing punches and kicks at him. Since Wolfram & Hart had come into town, he couldn't help but feel paranoid. This caused him to want to train more with her. They had been slacking off a bit as of late, and now he couldn't help but feel that soon, they would need all the training they could handle.

Gwen was focused, eyes set on her Watcher. Not thinking of him as the father-figure he'd become, or the loving husband and father she knew he was... she thought of him purely as a Watcher, a trainer, and focused as she threw her all into each punch and kick. She had her hair pulled back tight, and was wearing a comfy sweat suit and sneakers. She finally calmed herself down before she let her strikes get furious enough actually to hurt the man.

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Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Wesley and Gwen
When: Wednesday Night, Late
Where: Wesley's House

Gwen had been at X-ecutioners HQ all evening, mostly trying to find out anything resembling clues as to whether or not Wolfram and Hart were actually here for them. However... after failing to locate any information, Gwen decided it was time to start warning the people she loved... just in case. So, she bolted home to Wesley's place, and sprinted into the kitchen, hoping her Servator was still awake.

Wesley was downstairs in the kitchen, doing some paperwork and drinking a cup of tea when Gwen came running into the house. "Gwen?" He stood up and walked to her. "What's the matter?"

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