Lindsey McDonald
g i f t e d
Lliaison for The Powers That Be
I see that you're either the one with the power or you're powerless.
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Post by Lindsey McDonald on Apr 21, 2009 21:07:16 GMT 1
This was where the vision lead him. It had been a full day since he learned of his resurrection from the Powers that Be. Unwillingly placed as their liaison for Buffy, and the rest of the self-titled Scooby Gang. It could have been worse. He was at least thankful he was not in a Hell Dimension, or better yet, in Angel’s predicament. However, his vision did not show Buffy, but rather just a location. A building with high security and Slayers. A lot of Slayers holding stakes. Then the pain-splitting headache visions stopped and left him with just a headache. This was how Lindsey arrived at the new HQ of the Watcher’s Council. Grinning devilishly, he looked around the area and saw no real guards, but rather knew that there were magical securities and cameras around. As if they would catch him. His tattoos were the one thing that would protect him from being caught.
Walking past a large fence gate, he looked around the area. The sun had just set, and the cool breeze touched his skin lightly. Mainly due to the fact that it could only touch his hands and face because of the leather jacket he wore. To anyone who seemed to care, he was just another watcher. Then again, if someone were to find him, they would probably turn hostile. However, his job was to merely arrive here and wait for any further instruction. Just like that, he heard the voice. Well…not a particular voice, but more like a multiple group of voices speaking in perfect sync with one another. “Prepare yourself…” it said.
Silently, Lindsey began to hear footsteps advance towards him and as soon as he turned, he saw an image appearing towards him. Quietly, he waited for the person to speak.
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on Apr 21, 2009 22:44:37 GMT 1
Nice place, isn't it?"
Maximillion walked over to him, having abandoned his usual thick black cloak and now wearing only a black trenchcoat over what looked like archaic armour of some sort. The man paced a circle around Lindsey, then he stopped in front of the man,
"This is the Watcher's Council. My name is Maximillion, and I will be your tour guide for the day.." He said, a touch of sarcasm in his voice. "But seriously, what brings you here?"
There was a touch of amusement in the ebony man's voice, but the rest was just genuine curiousity. For some reason, this man went out of his way to stay out of the jurisdiction of the magical wards and whatnot, but he was still here, wasn't he? There were a lot of strange factors playing into his being here, but nothing was clear....yet.
"Sorry if I come across as snide or sarcastic, but I've been travelling quite a long time to get here. I require some help with a few things, and I figure they can help me.....but the important question here is, do you even know where 'here' even is?!"
He stared at the man, and felt a familiar cool sensation along the length of his back, in the form of a giant dragon. So.....this man was different, just like he was. There was even the possibility of the use of runes?
Maximillion's specialty. The one thing he actually DID bother with, where the arcane was concerned.
"I am a bit absent-minded, so forgive me if I have already said this....my name is Maximillion. Where I come from and who I am is unimportant. More importantly, it seems that you have been brought here by a powerful source. Do you..."
Then suddenly, he trailed off. This man smelled lightly of death. Not like a man who'd been in a freshly dug grace, but like a man who'd died and come back to life.
What kind of peculiarity was this?
But he patiently awaited a response to his question, not asking the millions of questions that were running through his mind right now.
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Lindsey McDonald
g i f t e d
Lliaison for The Powers That Be
I see that you're either the one with the power or you're powerless.
Posts: 17
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Post by Lindsey McDonald on Apr 22, 2009 1:41:05 GMT 1
Lindsey simply stared at the man as he spoke. His eyes gave away that he was not human, at least not fully if anything else. “I had a feeling that it would be the Watcher’s Council,” Lindsey spoke dryly with his noticeable southern accent, “but my reasons for being here are for the concerns of a private party. How about your own, friend? Surly it isn’t coincidence that you and I were to meet here suddenly.” The eyes seemed all too familiar to Lindsey. At first, he believed this man to be a vampire, but this one’s eyes were a different shade of yellow in comparison to a vampire’s. Not to mention, his face was not in some demonic form that a vampire’s would have to be in order for his eyes to be yellow. He thought back as to where he saw those same eyes before and it hit him.
Shadar Demon! he thought. Of course! It was one of the many species of demon that Wolfram and Hart held files on. They were extremely powerful demons, but were stopped ages ago by the Watcher’s Council…however, he did not seem like the others. Shadar Demons were known for their chaos and destruction. It was something that intrigued Lindsey a bit, but why this guy was no in his vision was of some interest. Raising an eyebrow at the strange man, Lindsey extended a hand to shake and said, “The name’s Lindsey, Lindsey McDonald. Formerly of Wolfram and Hart, and now liaison to the Powers that Be. And yes, I do know where I am. I would not have come here if I did not know otherwise.” Although Lindsey did not seem to trust the man, something else inside of him told him that this demon was trustworthy.
An eyebrow stilled raised, Lindsey asked him, “Exactly what help is it that you need. Depending on what it is, I may say yes. Then again, I may say no. He gained a suspicion that this guy was up to no good, but he could not tell until he spoke up as to what he was wanting Lindsey for.
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on Apr 22, 2009 2:54:12 GMT 1
As recognition dawned on the man's face, suspicion and curiousity dawned on the face of Maximillion VonMitternacht.
Just who is this man, and just what did he just recognize me? Does my reputation truly precede me in this manner? Or is it something else?
The Shadar Demons were powerful indeed, and they had only been brought to their knees and forced back to their own Dimension by the combined powers of Maximillion and the Watcher's Council. One thing they definitely lacked, and Maximillion often mused about this, was the ability to read minds.
Oh, how wonderful it would be to be able to probe this man's mind and to know just what went on behind those soulful eyes of his.
"Help? I am just curious about a good many things, my good man. And Wolfram & Hart, you say? I've done some business with them. Indirectly, but I've still done business with them."
He studied the man for a mite longer before stuffing his hands into his pockets and leaning against the rocky structure of the building they both stood in front of.
"First, I would like to inquire about something, if you don't mind. What do you know about the one called The Immortal? I've been doing some research on this individual, and he is definitely an elusive fellow. I know not from where you hail, but seeing as how most of this individual's dealings are in Europe, I've been tracking him and trying to crack the mystery that surrounds him. Do you think you might be of some help to me in this regard?
The Immortal was definitely the source of some intrigue, but depending on the man's reply, Maximillion would be able to assess this man's use to him, and much, much more.
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Lindsey McDonald
g i f t e d
Lliaison for The Powers That Be
I see that you're either the one with the power or you're powerless.
Posts: 17
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Post by Lindsey McDonald on Apr 22, 2009 10:50:15 GMT 1
It was of some interest that he had done some indirect business with Wolfram and Hart, before the LA branch fell. How long ago this man had done business with him, there was no telling. However, the law firm was only a form of existence for the Senior Partner’s influence on Earth. Commonly known by the much older beings as the Wolf, Ram, and Hart, the cabal of demons were the main reason for most of the evil on Earth. Lindsey would know this better than anyone. Silently, he studied the person before him and listened to his request.
“The Immortal huh?” Lindsey asked, “The immortal had very limited files in Wolfram and Hart. Nobody has ever truly figured out his origins, or whether he was indeed human, vampire, demon, or otherwise. However, there are many assumptions on his abilities, and how he became immortal. Some of the old colleagues believed he did not exist, while others believed him to be very real. His current known place of residence though, is in Italy. I think he has a thing for Itallian food.” The last bit was in an obvious sarcastic tone.
If this guy, Maximillion, was trying to hunt down the immortal and discover his secrets, then there is a chance that the Immortal already knows he is searching for him. The guy was good like that, and regardless of what Lindsey had heard of the Immortal’s dislike for magic, something was done in order for the guy to know every step a person took, and it wasn’t anything of this world. A guy doesn’t become this powerful and inspirational without some supernatural help.
“It’s curious though,” he said, “Exactly how did you know of my presence here? Not too many people just asks someone if they know anything about the Immortal without expecting said person to know something, or another beforehand. Care to share with the rest of the class?”
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on Apr 29, 2009 5:04:18 GMT 1
Maximillion had lived a long time and had done a great many things, worked with a great many people, and much of his past was full of things he now regretted. Hindsight saw furthest, there was no doubt about that, but every day he tried his best to try and make amends for the errors of his past, now that he knew better and had the tools available to him to try and right many of his former wrongs, as well as to try and right the wrongs in today's society that were O' so slowly (but steadily) eating away at it's people from the inside out.
"By telling you why I asked about The Immortal, I would be letting The Immortal himself....or herself.....know far more than I would like him....OR HER.....to know. By merely mentioning their name, I've set myself upon their radar. Perhaps that in itself is something of enough note, maybe? They say don't call upon the name of the Devil unless you wish to have his undivided attention upon yourself, but I've heard that The Immortal has more than enough ways of swaying those he wishes to manipulate that.....well, let's just say it's more than one's imagination can comprehend until they've been there."
What did he REALLY know? Well, he knew enough. He knew enough truth to know that the truth was a tricky thing that often ended up being different than what the bearer thought it would be, and HE would know....WOW, would he know!
The Immortal.....yeah, that was ages ago. It is always best to leave the past where it is, and yet....
"So, is there anything I can help you with? I sense that you are.....different than the others I've encountered during my trip here. Surely you can sense that there is something different about me..."
Although the depth of how different I am can only be determined by the most perceptive of Demons he thought to himself with a smug smile, knowing that even though his Shadar Demon heritage was obvious, it would take a truly OLD demon -- or one with an OLD demon's powers and knowledge -- to discern that he was only Half-Demon.
"Suffice it to say, I will help where I can."
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Lindsey McDonald
g i f t e d
Lliaison for The Powers That Be
I see that you're either the one with the power or you're powerless.
Posts: 17
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Post by Lindsey McDonald on Apr 30, 2009 2:27:23 GMT 1
Lindsey listened to what Maximillian had to say about the Immortal, and by not explaining to him the intentions he has for the Immortal, one can assume many things. It was probably dangerous, because if he did not wish for the Immortal to know, then it probably meant something wicked was brewing in his mind. Otherwise, if it wasn’t, then he could have told Lindsey. He had to doubt that he just wanted a simple audience with the Immortal. If he wanted one so bad, he would just request it aloud, and would probably get it.
“I’m going to go off on a limb here and say that chances are, it may be something dangerous. I highly doubt you will confirm my suspicions though, due to the fact that regardless of whether I am right, or wrong, you do not wish for the Immortal to know.” It was a plausible thought, and by merely saying it out loud may have just put him on the Immortal’s radar. Perhaps now, the Immortal was curious about them both.
This guy was hiding something though. Even though his face and expressions did not show it, Lindsey was no fool. The only real time he was ever tricked by anyone was the day he died. He is much smarter now, and highly adept in figuring out the mechanics behind others. The visions helped, not to mention the whispers that the Powers say to him every now and then. However, this one suddenly changed the subject and was now going on to asking how he could offer some form of service to Lindsey, and perhaps sense that Lindsey knew something was different about him.
“Unless you can tell me where I can find Buffy Summers, I may have to keep in mind that you are willing to help me with anything when I may need it,” Lindsey’s smooth southern accent was mixed with a sort of friendlier tone now, “However, yes. I know about what it is that is different about you. I hate to say it, but those eyes are a dead giveaway. Guessing that something was different about me was probably a noticeable trait as well. Let’s just say that when I was resurrected, the Powers decided to put a little something into me, so that I can withstand the visions.”
There was a lot more to him than that. He also had power. A good deal so, that he could probably take on a Slayer, par for par in a fight if needed. Funny how he now took the whole, “Great power comes great responsibility” saying for real now. He looked down and then back towards Maximillian. “So, what brought you to Misery? Surly, this active Hellmouth wasn’t the only thing. Adventure? Women? Money? Many can find themselves here for no reason and lose themselves at the same time.”
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on May 8, 2009 17:15:36 GMT 1
Maximillion shrugged, as he always did when faced with a question or comment that piqued his intrigue.
"I've been here for quite some time now. I wouldn't call myself a long-standing citizen, but definitely an old-timer around these parts."
He watched the other one warily, but he felt no reason to be afraid of the other man. It felt a if the man commanded a great deal of wisdom and insight, and those with both tended to be the nonviolent types....at least in Maximillion's experience.
"It's definitely late. I know I've caught you at a most interesting time, but what're the odds that we could continue along this line of conversation? It's been far too long since I've met another capable of intelligent thought without the use of fisticuffs."
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Lindsey McDonald
g i f t e d
Lliaison for The Powers That Be
I see that you're either the one with the power or you're powerless.
Posts: 17
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Post by Lindsey McDonald on May 8, 2009 23:20:38 GMT 1
Lindsey laughed lightly a bit and placed his hands in his pockets. This guy was one interesting person.
“Something told me you would say that…well, perhaps at some point, you can show me around town and get me accommodated around here, so I can better know where and where not to travel.” In other words, show Lindsey the hot spots around the Hellmouth, so he could take care of some business when the Powers needed him.
There were not too many Shadar Demons that were the peaceful type, but this one seemed to be one of them, if not the only one. Perhaps there are such things as pacifists amongst demons, or at least lovers and not fighter types.
“Sure thing,” Lindsey spoke softly, commenting him on carrying on the conversation another time. It would be something interesting to him in the long run to carry up where they left off, “Perhaps we’ll run into each other again and be able to talk about other things.” With that, Lindsey took a step towards him and extended his right hand to shake.
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