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Who: Maricha (Mod!Plot)
What: Distributing a few gifts
When: Week Six, day after Thanksgiving
Where: The Pod
Status: Mod!Plot, Complete
Maricha was smiling, and it wasn't pretty. Rows of razor-sharp teeth glittered in the shadows as she faded into them. One of the benefits of being rakshasi was invisibility. She had eavesdropped on Wesley's return this way, and now she was putting it to work for her.
It would've been easier if she could've changed her shape, but no. She was bound to change only between the outward human shape, and her rakshasi self. Luckily for her, the rakshasi's invisibility worked in either shape, although it was easier to manipulate in her true form.
The long-fingernailed claws clutched four shopping bags, tied with brightly colored bows and labeled with four names. The clothes inside the bag were from Edna, the enchantment had been strengthened by their combined magics, and Marsha was delivering them.
The first bag was bulging and heavy with nubbly, cable-knit sweaters in browns and grays. These she left on the doorstep of Rupert Giles, matching tag to nameplate. The second bag was incredibly light, and this bag was left on Angel's doorstep, woolen scarves, all black, with shimmering threads shot through them to throw a glimmer and shimmer in the light. The next bag was for a Slayer, and Marsha crept through two floors of apartments before finding the one that belonged to Beth Holden. She left the shopping bag full of jeans on the girl's door, and then took the last bag to the room at the end of the hall, that belonged to Davan Collins. Hooded sweatshirts, in a rainbow of colors, were nestled in the bag, and she rubbed her hands together.
The clothing had all been enchanted; each person received a special gift. Giles' sweaters were full of indifference, because who wanted to deal with the world when wrapped up in warm and cuddly softness? Angel's scarves were full of regret, each silver thread in the black wool another memory that Angel could not stop thinking about. Beth's jeans were full of resentment, boiling up in the denim and copper fasteners like stonewashing. Davan's hoodies were full of anger, growling and furious as the hoods hid his true secrets from the world.
Once all the packages had been delivered, Maricha fled the building before she could be detected.
She couldn't wait for the fun to begin.
What: Distributing a few gifts
When: Week Six, day after Thanksgiving
Where: The Pod
Status: Mod!Plot, Complete
Maricha was smiling, and it wasn't pretty. Rows of razor-sharp teeth glittered in the shadows as she faded into them. One of the benefits of being rakshasi was invisibility. She had eavesdropped on Wesley's return this way, and now she was putting it to work for her.
It would've been easier if she could've changed her shape, but no. She was bound to change only between the outward human shape, and her rakshasi self. Luckily for her, the rakshasi's invisibility worked in either shape, although it was easier to manipulate in her true form.
The long-fingernailed claws clutched four shopping bags, tied with brightly colored bows and labeled with four names. The clothes inside the bag were from Edna, the enchantment had been strengthened by their combined magics, and Marsha was delivering them.
The first bag was bulging and heavy with nubbly, cable-knit sweaters in browns and grays. These she left on the doorstep of Rupert Giles, matching tag to nameplate. The second bag was incredibly light, and this bag was left on Angel's doorstep, woolen scarves, all black, with shimmering threads shot through them to throw a glimmer and shimmer in the light. The next bag was for a Slayer, and Marsha crept through two floors of apartments before finding the one that belonged to Beth Holden. She left the shopping bag full of jeans on the girl's door, and then took the last bag to the room at the end of the hall, that belonged to Davan Collins. Hooded sweatshirts, in a rainbow of colors, were nestled in the bag, and she rubbed her hands together.
The clothing had all been enchanted; each person received a special gift. Giles' sweaters were full of indifference, because who wanted to deal with the world when wrapped up in warm and cuddly softness? Angel's scarves were full of regret, each silver thread in the black wool another memory that Angel could not stop thinking about. Beth's jeans were full of resentment, boiling up in the denim and copper fasteners like stonewashing. Davan's hoodies were full of anger, growling and furious as the hoods hid his true secrets from the world.
Once all the packages had been delivered, Maricha fled the building before she could be detected.
She couldn't wait for the fun to begin.