To do all that Hiver would need to remember enough details (or that it happened at all) to act on. In one of the earlier chapters he said, IIRC, that he didn't watch the show in the years before the Jump and even then not regulary. Because of that he knows the major plot points, but not much else.
 
misterq said:
I forgot which story it was, but Illyria was dealt with by using the orb of thuselah to extract and hold the soul of the human host until Illyria took over the body - then the human soul was shoved back in to act as a conscience and guide. The result ended up as a blend of both minds.
Uhm, wouldn't work. Because merge is essentially what happened in canon anyway - just Illyria's soul is much stronger, her mind is more powerful and her experiences are thousands years - so result of merge was being that is mostly Illyria... even though she did got bleedthrough and resulting soul and consciousness got attachments and a bit of morals of the host.
 
al103 said:
Uhm, wouldn't work. Because merge is essentially what happened in canon anyway - just Illyria's soul is much stronger, her mind is more powerful and her experiences are thousands years - so result of merge was being that is mostly Illyria... even though she did got bleedthrough and resulting soul and consciousness got attachments and a bit of morals of the host.
I was under the impression Ilyrias 'soul' for lack of a better word simply devoured Freds... not so much a merge as consuming. kind of like how space marines eat brains to get memories Ilyria ate her soul to get the same benefit.
 
SuperSonicSound said:
I was under the impression Ilyrias 'soul' for lack of a better word simply devoured Freds... not so much a merge as consuming. kind of like how space marines eat brains to get memories Ilyria ate her soul to get the same benefit.
Difference between consuming and merge in such situation is "did it affect resulting being in any meaningful way besides knowledge?" - and answer in this case it did. What Illyria was planning though was probably consuming, but she failed and she tried to deny what happened. It's not entirely obvious because Illyria is much "bigger" existence so it was like adding 2 or 3 to 100 - but it was adding and it shows. But that "2 out of 100" is exactly why any merge idea is stupid as Illyria is much bigger existence and result would become "mostly Illyria" in any way merge is done, no matter how much apart two souls are attempted to keep.
 
Finagle007 said:
It only teleported itself to the spacial co-ordinates equivalent to somewhere in California; Knox was the one who had it delivered to WR&H. An anti-magic field (if one can be created in the Deeper Well or at the destination co-ordinates) would negate the teleportation.
Ok, WOW. Anti-magic field in the Deeper Well sounds like a horrible idea. What if it cancelled out the magic keeping them contained. Besides, didn't Angel and Spike have to fly on a plane to get there?
 
"He tries this, gets killed, and it's off to the next universe" might be a good way to end the story when he gets bored of BTVS.

I don't think I've ever seen an SI - even among dimension-hopping ones - where the SI character bites off more than they can chew and gets a real game over.
 
17
LA. Back in town.


I yawned as I walked out of my motel room, I arrived late last night and now I needed to twist my damn sleeping pattern back to nocturnal. Would be so much easier if vampires and other creepy crawlies kept decent office hours.

I did a second check of my gear as I rounded the corner, taking an alley as I headed towards the less nice parts of town.

Stakes, check.
Machete, check.
Cross, check.
Loaded pistol crossbows, check.
Waterpistol, check.
Armor, check.

All ready. No flashbangs, No mistmakers...I was meant to be on vacation.

Things started to get quieter as I got to the poorer parts of town. There where still noise...some child crying in a apartment, cars driving around. The sound of bass from someones music player. The normal sounds of a living, breathing, city.

But the feeling of the area was different. Less...milling around and more of quiet desperation. That's not all however...there is another feeling in areas like this. It's not everywhere, but it exists in places.

The feeling of being watched. Judged if you were prey or hunter. It exists in both this and my original world...only here it is more than paranoia.

'Or rather ...at least I hope it was only real here.


I had walked perhaps an hour when I heard sounds of a fight around the corner. I silently rushed up and pressed my back against the wall before I peaked around the corner, spotting a pair of kids...even younger than the gang in Sunnydale, flanking and fighting a vampire. Badly, it was kicking their arses.

One of them was tossed onto a dumpster while the second kid rushed it from behind only to be backhanded hard enough to knock him of his feet.

Now, I hate fighting fair and close combat I try to avoid as much as possible ...but I did have something new I wanted to try.


I half closed my eyes and let my magic flow as the vampire slowly stalked towards the kid on the ground. When I stepped around the corner, my image was lit up by the flickering flames contained in my hand.

Flicking my wrist at the demon wearing the form of a dead man the fireball flashed across the distance turning it into dust in an instance.

I leaned against the wall, catching my breath. One bloody fireball drained my entire reserves ...no magic is ever free. Not even internal. It feeds on willpower and your energy. It increase your calorie intake.

At any time you have a certain 'pool' for a lack of better term to draw on. It increases the more you use it.

Right now...a single fireball drained me almost completely.


As I catched my breath the kids slowly got back onto their feet, keeping their distance "What are you? demon?" one of them asked, pulling a new stake from his pocket.

"Mage." I answered "You hunt vampires. Badly I might add. Surely you have heard of magic?" as I pushed of the wall, trying to hide exactly how much that act of magic drained me "What's your names?"

The lead kid frowned "I'm Gunn, this is Derek." and I sighed.

"Winter. Also, you really should leave the vampire hunting to the professionals. It will get you killed ...and from your way of doing it, very, very soon."

"Hey, we need to protect our turf. This is our area, no bloodsucker will be moving in here! And what the hell makes 'you' a professional?" 'Mr' Derek said and I rolled my eyes.


"Well, if you insist on getting yourself killed, that's your choice. But please at least fight smart, you make us all look bad. As to why I am a professional, I get paid for it. I do believe that is the textbook definition." I answered as Derek visibly got angrier. Well, not completely unwarranted due to my attitude towards them, but if it keeps them from getting themselves killed...

Derek looked like he was about to try to punch my lights out but Gunn stopped him "Got any tips?" Gunn asked while putting his stake back in his pocket.

I leaned against the wall and frowned "Well for one thing, force multipliers. The best are crosses and holy water. You would be surprised how distracted a vampire gets after being sprayed in the face with a waterpistol full of holy water."

Gunn slowly nodded "We got crosses." and pulled his own necklace out.

I nodded "Carve them into your weapons. It wont kill them unless it's wood through the heart or decapitation, but they wont be able to use them against you. Also, close combat are for dead men and slayers. Avoid it at all cost. Get yourself some crossbows. And no, silver bullets wont work."

He nodded and I sighed, pushing away from the wall "One more thing ...if you really must do this, stay the hell away from demons. Stick to vampires. You don't know enough to know which ones are neutral or even friendly, or to how to kill themif they aren't. You are going to have your hands full enough with just vampires, you don't need to open up new fronts. But if you absolutely have to, decapitation works for 99% of the things out there."

I eyed them for a moment before I shook my head and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, writing up my number before tossing the paper over "You think the world is going to end, give me a call. If I don't answer, ask for Ripper." before I turned to walk away.

As I got out of sight I smiled slightly. Running into Gunn was what I was hoping for ...a few tips might help keep his people alive even if they appeared to do ok until he left the gang.

Maybe this will keep a few more of them alive.





AN// Big thanks to Seonor for betaing this section.
 
Selias said:
Why would they care about some weak mage? If it looks like he's sticking around, I can see them looking into him, but other than that?
Because he is a mage, they don't let talent like that walk away if they have the chance to offer it a job.
 
Brellin said:
They just saw the guy throw a fireball and instantly OH-KO a vampire with it. As far as they could see/tell, it wasn't particularly hard for him (we know different, but they don't). Why, exactly, would they think a guy that can throw fireballs would be weak when they can't throw fireballs?

Also, lighting someone's hair on fire, unless they've got a *lot* of hair product in, isn't easy. You'd have much better luck with the flammable spray ignition idea than trying to light someone's hair on fire.
Umm, no. Gunn and Derek saw him throw a fireball and instrantly kill a vampire with it, and as far as THEY could see/tell, it wasn't particularly hard for him. If Wolfram and Hart have some sort of magic that lets them see every bit of magic that happens in the city, they could probably see how much it tired him out, too.
 
DarthThrawn said:
Yeah, shooting fire inside the flammable building?

Still, neat glove.
Well I was mainly talking about posting a video of himself committing a felony on YouTube.

But I guess that and strapping a pressurized can of flammable gas to your arm work too for reasons he is lacking in the common sense category.
 
Barricade said:
Impractical:
Ezio's Assasin's Creed Hidden Blade Stake. Yes, it actually is possible to make one that deploys/retracts, via a wire leading to a ring. Snap your hand open fast enough, and the blade deploys. Move your hand slower, and it won't deploy no matter what position your hand/fingers are in. Snap fingers out fast again to retract it. Good thing is, it requires your fingers/hand(palm really) to be snapped away from the direction of the blade's deployment path for it to even work. I actually own one of Ammnra's blades (I cosplay as Ezio) and it is really damn sturdy even with plastic. I've also got a custom one that's 100% functional (yes, the custom one has real cutting edges) that uses the same design and it -will- stab right through double folded denim (aka: old beat-up Levis that I folded one of the pant legs in half and then speared through). Note however that I put this under the IMPRACTICAL section. It takes pretty much a mechanical savant (heh, Leonardo joke, heh) to come up with a working model. So consider it a 'not a chance in hell' for the odds of getting one to work.
Wesley had one of those, it also had a stake launcher and was made by Emil.
 
Flamethrowers are absolutely essential for taking down hives of killer bees.
 
Exeon130 said:
Yes, but living on top of a Hellmouth is going to have a certain effect in regards to how seriously Winter regards the rules. By which I mean his attitude will be "It'll keep me alive, fuck illegality."
I know that. I was referring to the mention of lacking a permit, when such a permit doesn't exist to be had in the first place.
 
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