Oliver Pike (![]() ![]() @ 2010-02-11 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | faith lehane, pike |
Who: Pike, Faith, and eventually a demon
What: Collecting the kryptonite and, eventually, getting waylaid by a demon
When: Early evening.
Where: Their favorite pizza place, for starters. After that, who knows.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
“I-I-I just really don’t know how those got in here!”
Pike chuckled, waving a dismissive hand while clutching the lead lockbox he’d purchased specifically for kryptonite containment in the other. “Ahhh, don’t worry about it, this stuff can happen sometimes.” He smiled at the two flummoxed owners of this fine establishment and waggled the lockbox at them. “Foreign materials like this have a way of wandering in sometimes. It’s no big, and we nipped it in the bud before anybody could get really sick.” He gave them a casual, one-shouldered shrug. “I don’t really think I need to call my superiors on this one. You guys run a tight ship, accidents happen, I get it.”
He was currently operating under the guise of Oliver Pike, health inspector. Sure, he didn’t have a badge to show off, but with the right kind of bluster you could get in and out before anybody questioned you. He’d claimed that both he and Faith were working with the FDA, that they had heard people who were eating here were getting sick. The last couple days, he’d claimed, they were testing things out. Neither of them got sick, but their superiors wanted them to do a check anyway, that’s what he’d said. And with the proper bluster and a faked call on his cell, he’d gotten admittance to the back room.
Faith had elected to wait outside. He couldn’t blame her. If he had powers, he would be pretty hesitant to approach anything that took them. “So, I think we’re all done here.” He gave them another reassuring smile and allowed them to usher him back out. Somewhere along the line they offered him free pizza for his “partner” and also babbled about how they thought the two of them were dating. He made all the appropriate noises and expressions, though he did kind of falter when they mentioned that they thought he and Faith were dating.
Yeah, he was confused too.
But he laughed it off, claimed that they got that all the time, shot the shit with them for a few minutes and then got the hell out of there. Once he was out, he meandered over to face, grinning smugly and waggling the box at her. “Told you that would work,” he said, in a playful sing-song.