WHO: Rupert Giles (and OPEN) WHEN: Saturday morning WHERE: The Graveyard WHAT: Giles's arrival RATING: PG STATUS: open to anyone at the graveyard
Dazed and confused, Giles looks around with a hopeful yet desperate look in his eyes scanning his new environment for clues to his location or that of his friends. He knew a lot about portals and summoning magic and knows just how unpredictable they can be knowing the odds of appearing in the same place or at the same times where practically nil, but that didn't stop that glimmer of hope that someone up there might see fit to help him just this once, maybe he won't be too far away or too late.
Grasping his sturdy wooden cross in his right hand and his favourite sword in his left he realised that he was in some form of crypt, a dim light fighting to scrape its way through the crack in the heavy wooden door, would it be locked. Letting out a deep sigh he knew the answer even before he reached for the door, Sealed in a crypt well that's an depressing start to this trip. Maybe he should have thought it through or planned but seeing her vanish after everything there is no way he couldn't follow.
Giles briefly ponders calling out, but reflecting his predicament and his recent luck he swiftly concludes that calling out for assistance in a graveyard just does not seem like it could possibly end well.
With a deep sigh he set about examining the door to the crypt. After a short inspection he deduced with the right amount of force applied in the right way he should be able to force the lock now all he needed was a long thin lever just like the sword he was carrying. Smiling to himself he quickly forced the lock and opened the crypt, thinking besting locks is like riding a bike, he barely noticed the cut on his hand from the recently sharpened edge to his blade and the tiny beads of blood now dripping one the floor.
Stepping out into the dawn he looks around the unfamiliar graveyard, trying to get his bearings he breaths deeply in the crisp morning air, the warmth of the sun light giving a warm feeling of safety. Looking around for any sign or clue to his location he spies a camera pointing right at him and has the uneasy feeling that someone is watching him.