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demonbelthazor ([personal profile] demonbelthazor) wrote in [community profile] fandomassistant2006-01-23 11:03 am

Assistants' Lounge, Monday

Bel opened up the lounge after Sociology of Violence, his second period class, determined not to wallow in humiliation any longer. So what if he'd failed again? So what if he was the laughing stock of the school? Let them laugh. Next time he'd get it right, and then he'd be laughing as Angelus took his revenge on those who had ensouled him.

Seemingly unconcerned about anything, he sprawled on the couch, reading a book, "Weapons of the Zen Masters."

Re: Period 4

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-01-23 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Alanna pinched the bridge of her nose with one hand. "How. Is. Angel's. Soul. An. Inanimate. Object?" She stuck the hand back behind her back. "You can't just move soul's! Yeah, if you and Angel suddenly switched spots, or Angel and the nieghborhood cow or something, that I would believe. But a soul is not inanimate!" If she wasn't seventeen, she'd be stamping her foot.

Re: Period 4

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-01-23 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"You wanted Angel's soul of of his body. Everything else was just a combination of the universe having a bad sense of humor and luck." She paused for a second. "Why the hell would you be thinking about Angel's soul in the first place?"

Re: Period 4

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-01-23 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Alanna counted back from five in her head. "And putting the rest of the student body in danger is just a small side-effect?"

Re: Period 4

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-01-23 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Try me." Alanna snapped out almost automatically. "Look, I was one of those few people who had nothing against Angelus. Up until he started killing people. Why do you want that back?"

Re: Period 4

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-01-23 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine." Alanna spun on her toe and would have stormed out of the room, if the door was not shut. Instead, she wound up smacking into it, face first. "OW!" She took two steps back and conjured up a small purple ball and tossed it at the door. The door barely registered the damage, but Alanna felt better. Taking a deep breath, she left the lounge, letting the door slam behind her.