Who - Angel, Cathy Mc Donald What - So, he one time had her husband killed... Where - The Hyperion Lobby When - Late Evening of the 13th Rating - TBD Status - In Progress
Angel found he'd missed this, the basic little things about AI and the Hyperion, the office wasn't his anymore of course. Things had changed, but the hotel, everything about it felt so familiar after his time in the ruined LA where he'd spent the last hellish year. His thoughts turned to them all, the ones he'd been fighting with. His son, Gwen Raiden, Nina, Spike, Lorne. Even his Dragon, Cordelia. He hoped they'd made out okay. Things had been getting bad, and now he was here again.
It had taken him time to adjust, dealing with the changes around him. Leadership, both the good and bad sides of it weren't his anymore. He was following other peoples orders as part of a group named for him. It was sometimes hard, he'd admit it to anyone that asked, but he did it and he was getting there, getting used to how it worked now, and it was this that had him manning the front desk in the early hours of the November evening, it was dark already and he was waiting for something, anything, a walk in client that he could deal with, help, save some lives on the streets. Annoying as it was, and insult as the use of Doyle's name had been. Lindsey had made that point to him with the lies to Spike. He'd forgotten about the reasons Angel Investigations had been started in the first place. He was happy to see Faith and her team keeping that side of things up in his absense, and now he was back he was happy to help.
A city like this, it kept going without a champion. The Powers had declined to pick one as of yet and right now Angel was okay with that. He knew what responsibility that was and honestly he wasn't sure if he wanted it back again. Not until he had gotten back into the swing of things at least. The Hellish Version of the city had taught him a lot about himself and now here he was trying to find his place again in the version that was only slightly less so.