First stop: Room 238

[demonbelthazor]

Bel hurried from Callisto's room downstairs to Angel's. First stop, change clothes. He hoped the roommate wasn't around.

Fortunately the key to the room was in his pocket. He changed into clothes he felt more comfortable in, and couldn't resist when he found leather pants hidden in the back of the closet. You could put a soul in a vampire, it seemed, but you couldn't completely take away his leather. He grabbed the leather coat, too.

Only then did it occur to him that if he was in Angel's body...then where was his body? Oh, hell.


[Open to anyone who wants to interrupt, um, "Angel," on his way to or from 238 and the attic.]

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip wandered by Angel in the hall as he headed out into town.

"Hey Angel," he said. "We're still on for Wednesday, right?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Wednesday?" Bel repeated. "Um. Yeah, sure."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Cool, since you're a little more advanced than the other people I'm teaching, I thought I'd start with some weapons training. We could meet at the firing range instead of the gym, go over some gun work?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Sure, that works," Bel said. "What time did we say again?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Before lunch," Pip said, lighting a cigarette. "I don't know if you happen to have any weapons here yourself, but it probably doesn't matter 'cause I've got enough to conquera small island nation. Well, assuming I could pull off your "soak up bullets trick"."

[demonbelthazor]

"Got another of those?" Bel asked, motioning toward the cigarette. "I don't have any weapons myself, other than a stake or two."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Pip said, tossing him the pack. "Didn't know you smoked. Hell, I didn't know that vampires could smoke. And if I'm going to teach you guns, you should think about getting one of your own. There's a weapons shop in town, I think."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel took a cigarette and tossed the pack back. "Thanks," he said. He wanted to conjure a fireball to light it but could not, so he looked to Pip again for a light. "Been trying to cut back," he went on, "but sometimes I just crave them, know what I mean? I'll see about visiting that weapons shop, too."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip pulled out a lighter, flicked it a few times, and held it up to Angel's cigarette. "Cool," Pip said. "Well, I want to get to town before the noon show of the movie. Catch ya later!"