WHO: Cordelia Chase, Charlie Andrews, and George Lass WHAT: Taking care of a vision. WHEN: Early evening WHERE: Hyperion Hotel to a random nightclub downtown RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
Cordelia was just finishing up some paperwork when the vision hit. All things considered, it was a fairly mild one, really. Granted it was a half dozen or so Chaos demons but considering she'd faced them before back when Angel Investigations was first getting started, she wasn't too worried. In fact, the only real worry she had was when she realized that she had no possible way to relay the vision to anyone at the hotel.
The realization hit after she spent about five minutes staring at her computer screen and trying to figure out how to translate 'There are some Chaos demons outside a club on Fifth Street that are going to kill a couple of teenagers in about half an hour' into pictures. The problem was, Cordelia relied on her voice, a lot, so trying to put words into picture form wasn't exactly her specialty.
Finally, almost ten minutes after the vision hit, she opted to take care of it herself. Grabbing her cell phone, along with her katana and her duffel bag filled with various other weapons, the brunette cast a glare around the empty lobby (because honestly, when was someone not around?) and scrawled a quick drawing of herself, the club - with the design that hung on the sign above the building - and a demon. Then she headed out the front doors fully intending on taking care of this particular issue herself.