[He remembers staring into Fred's face, as she whispered lovingly to him and kissed him. He remembers thinking that Illyria was a convincing actor after all. He remembers the pain fading, the light dimming, the dull cold in his fingers. He remembers-
A bright spotlight in his eyes.
What?
"Charming."
What?
His hands feel over his chest and torso. His black turtleneck was torn and bloodied, but the skin underneath was whole. As afterlives go, this was... not what he expected. He only numbly listens to what Ydris and Ives say, shuffling off the stage obediently when he's told, still in a confused daze.]
II. Audience.
[Unlike many of the other Pulled, Wesley seems to attract little attention from the Vampires- apparently, he's not interesting enough to warrant it. He'll probably either sit or stand awkwardly on his own like a giant freaking dweeb, unless a fellow Pulled takes pity on him and invites him to a group instead.]
III. Bar.
[At the bar, Wesley doesn't seem terribly preoccupied with getting an order put in. No, he's currently keenly observing the others around him, taking in as much information as he can about the locals and the other Pulled. When he's finally asked about his order, he seems to snap out of it.]
What?
[Right, orders only in groups, he's picked up on that much already.]
Oh- oh, yes. Another of whatever you're getting will be fine.
IV. Ice.
[Wesley is continuing to keep a fairly quiet presence as the unwanted potential Pulled are repeatedly pelted with ice, but it's obviously making him fairly uncomfortable, and he's not very good at hiding it. Fortunately, whatever pragmatism is keeping him from making a scene seems to be holding.]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce | Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel | Human
[He remembers staring into Fred's face, as she whispered lovingly to him and kissed him. He remembers thinking that Illyria was a convincing actor after all. He remembers the pain fading, the light dimming, the dull cold in his fingers. He remembers-
A bright spotlight in his eyes.
What?
"Charming."
What?
His hands feel over his chest and torso. His black turtleneck was torn and bloodied, but the skin underneath was whole. As afterlives go, this was... not what he expected. He only numbly listens to what Ydris and Ives say, shuffling off the stage obediently when he's told, still in a confused daze.]
II. Audience.
[Unlike many of the other Pulled, Wesley seems to attract little attention from the Vampires- apparently, he's not interesting enough to warrant it. He'll probably either sit or stand awkwardly on his own like a giant freaking dweeb, unless a fellow Pulled takes pity on him and invites him to a group instead.]
III. Bar.
[At the bar, Wesley doesn't seem terribly preoccupied with getting an order put in. No, he's currently keenly observing the others around him, taking in as much information as he can about the locals and the other Pulled. When he's finally asked about his order, he seems to snap out of it.]
What?
[Right, orders only in groups, he's picked up on that much already.]
Oh- oh, yes. Another of whatever you're getting will be fine.
IV. Ice.
[Wesley is continuing to keep a fairly quiet presence as the unwanted potential Pulled are repeatedly pelted with ice, but it's obviously making him fairly uncomfortable, and he's not very good at hiding it. Fortunately, whatever pragmatism is keeping him from making a scene seems to be holding.]