Rupert Giles (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} snarkylibrarian) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-06-04 12:40:00 |
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What: Finding his way to the complex
When: Backdated slightly to a couple days ago
Where: Complex lobby
Warnings: TBA
Giles' face was stuck in a permanent frown. It wasn't the fact that there were demons, or vampires, or even super heroes that bothered him. He was used to those things. It was the fact that these demons were nothing like theirs and Buffy had been injured because of it that upset him and put him in a disapproving state. Thanks to Violet he'd found his way to the complex easily enough, but that wasn't enough. He needed to learn all he could about the demons of this world. He needed a bloody library and no one had been able to provide one that was up to Giles' standards. Nudging the doors to the complex lobby open, Giles made his way a little further inside and found himself taken back. It was rather decent. More then he expected.
Setting his books down for a moment, Giles removed his glasses and wiped them clean with a soft towel from his coat pocket. His eyesight was terrible and fuzzy without them, but they were bothering his eyes. Replacing them, he picked up said books. He would never abandon them, not even for a moment. And in this world he needed them more than ever. Truth be told he had been hopeful for a break, though he knew such luxury couldn't have really happened with the number of apocalypses that somehow found their way into his lap. He knew it was really to good to be true. An all expense paid trip away from the crater that was Sunnydale.