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Angel (mr_angel) wrote in somerealityrpg,

"That's what I was thinking, too," Angel agreed with her thoughts on the park. During the nights he'd been out since his arrival, he hadn't caught onto any demonic activity yet, but the park had always been a place he'd known vampires and other sorts to lurk after the sun went down. Hell, he'd been one of those lurkers once upon a time during his time spent in the city. It was a time he'd feasted on rats and other vermin, but he'd turned a blind eye to a lot of other attacks that went on during those darker years.

"You got a job?" He asked curiously. He doubted that there had been a posting for 'Chosen One: Vampire Slayer' in the wanted ads, so he was genuinely curious what she had decided to go into. Whatever it was, though, he was sure she would be fine. Buffy could do anything when she set her mind to it. He'd seen that first-hand. "I haven't decided yet what I'm going to do. Finding workable hours might be an issue." He couldn't exactly work a nine-five schedule unless there was sewer access to his office, but he had a few ideas rolling around. "And since I'm not looking to be a CEO anytime in the near future again, I was thinking of opening up an office again. Like we had in LA."

Angel Investigations would never be the same without Cordelia and Wesley with later Gunn, Fred, and Lorne, but he felt a pull to try getting back to the basics rather than out in the open. He worked best in the shadows.

"And... yeah. The firm was throwing everything they had at us, but we knew it was going to happen. Make up a plan to take out their most powerful instruments on earth, and you're probably going to piss off the bosses." Angel glanced over to her as they walked. "It's hard to know how it would have ended once the smoke cleared."