Author's Note: Sorry this one's so short. Don't worry, the next will be
extra long - we have to visit Melly!
"Giles!"
The aforementioned Giles looked up at his visitor. He was sitting on the couch, trying for the umpteenth time to determine if the spot on the parchment was a dot on the i or a blot from a bad pen. Either way, the prophecy still made no sense. Maybe the seer was dyslexic? That would explain the passage earlier. He doubted that even the most vague of texts could explain the importance of "keep thine eyes upon the pastry, for it may desire to dance the tango". Maybe the line was meant to be an anagram, in which case the whole prophecy had to be reinterpreted...
"Hey, watcher guy. Return to the world of non-research."
Giles blinked for a second, focused on the blonde standing in front of him.
"You have a very odd stain on your shirt."
Buffy looked down, scowling at the mark. "Ugh, did you have to remind me? That is soo not coming out. Nasty spitting demon. There was absolutely no reason to get so cranky over a few questions. At least I didn't get any on my nice new pants."
"You met a demon on patrol?"
"Yup. Two of them. Blouse killer was some kind of spiny, porcupine type - I think he said he was a Yogurt? Yao Geet?"
"Yaogwkjh?"
"What you said. Anyways, he was fighting this kvetch-its Godzilla thing in the middle of the street and - "
"Any innocents near by?"
"Two. They're at the hospital, alive, thankfully. And could you let me finish my story?"
"Of course."
"As I was saying, these two guys were fighting. I took out the Godzilla one and ended up questioning the Yogi demon. He didn't say much, was all Hail Chaos. He did talk about something in Drinky's Name. Or maybe in Drain Kush's Name? Whatever. So yeah, that's my great patrol story for the day."
"Thank you. You said you spoke with a Yaogwkjh?"
"Uh-huh."
"And you can't say exactly what he was hailing?"
"Chaos, definitely. Whatever specifically? It began with a d. And he was dying in the d-thing's name."
Giles considered this information. Knowing it was a Yaogwkjh demon would help - he could easily look up the various beings and such that they venerate - but a more specific reference would narrow down the search immensely.
"Didn't Magneto patrol with you?"
"Our great mutant ally? Yeah, he came with. Helped in the minimal interference just standing there way, but he was there. Skipped out when it came time for demon waste disposal, though."
"Good. I'll ask him for anymore insights into this Drain Kush remark."
"'Kay. I've done my Slayerly duty of reporting this. Can I go now? 'Cause I want to see if this shirt is still salvageable."
"Hmm? Yes, go on home Buffy. And thank you for the lead."
"No problem."
Giles heard Buffy go out the door. He was now focused on his new problem, the incomprehensible prophecy cast aside in favor of this conundrum.
"Giles!"
The aforementioned Giles looked up at his visitor. He was sitting on the couch, trying for the umpteenth time to determine if the spot on the parchment was a dot on the i or a blot from a bad pen. Either way, the prophecy still made no sense. Maybe the seer was dyslexic? That would explain the passage earlier. He doubted that even the most vague of texts could explain the importance of "keep thine eyes upon the pastry, for it may desire to dance the tango". Maybe the line was meant to be an anagram, in which case the whole prophecy had to be reinterpreted...
"Hey, watcher guy. Return to the world of non-research."
Giles blinked for a second, focused on the blonde standing in front of him.
"You have a very odd stain on your shirt."
Buffy looked down, scowling at the mark. "Ugh, did you have to remind me? That is soo not coming out. Nasty spitting demon. There was absolutely no reason to get so cranky over a few questions. At least I didn't get any on my nice new pants."
"You met a demon on patrol?"
"Yup. Two of them. Blouse killer was some kind of spiny, porcupine type - I think he said he was a Yogurt? Yao Geet?"
"Yaogwkjh?"
"What you said. Anyways, he was fighting this kvetch-its Godzilla thing in the middle of the street and - "
"Any innocents near by?"
"Two. They're at the hospital, alive, thankfully. And could you let me finish my story?"
"Of course."
"As I was saying, these two guys were fighting. I took out the Godzilla one and ended up questioning the Yogi demon. He didn't say much, was all Hail Chaos. He did talk about something in Drinky's Name. Or maybe in Drain Kush's Name? Whatever. So yeah, that's my great patrol story for the day."
"Thank you. You said you spoke with a Yaogwkjh?"
"Uh-huh."
"And you can't say exactly what he was hailing?"
"Chaos, definitely. Whatever specifically? It began with a d. And he was dying in the d-thing's name."
Giles considered this information. Knowing it was a Yaogwkjh demon would help - he could easily look up the various beings and such that they venerate - but a more specific reference would narrow down the search immensely.
"Didn't Magneto patrol with you?"
"Our great mutant ally? Yeah, he came with. Helped in the minimal interference just standing there way, but he was there. Skipped out when it came time for demon waste disposal, though."
"Good. I'll ask him for anymore insights into this Drain Kush remark."
"'Kay. I've done my Slayerly duty of reporting this. Can I go now? 'Cause I want to see if this shirt is still salvageable."
"Hmm? Yes, go on home Buffy. And thank you for the lead."
"No problem."
Giles heard Buffy go out the door. He was now focused on his new problem, the incomprehensible prophecy cast aside in favor of this conundrum.