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FTEC, Wednesday evening

Natalie was late. That wasn't like her but on the other hand what'd you expect from a secret Canadian?

Ah well. Not like Tommy had a huge commute home. He hung out by his desk and read the paper, waiting for her to show up.

[ooc: Tommy and Angel's player isn't going to be around tonight, so putting up this post just to position Angel for the evening. Natalie? When you log on you can check in via your own comment in a reply to this.

Anyone can feel free to mod Tommy grunting and waving you back to see Angel if that's your thing, or grunting, rolling his eyes a little, and going up to his apartment once Natalie gets there.]

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The events of the day had worn Angel out. He hurt, his fever was raging, and he was not going to wake up for anyone or anything tonight, no matter what.

Bel softly called Angel's name a few times, but it became quickly apparent that the vampire was not going to wake up. Damn. He settled in a chair beside the bed and waited for Alphonse to arrive.

Alphonse came in not too soon after Bel did. He looked over at Angel, and while Alphonse hadn't run into him before, he could tell he was in pretty bad shape. He stood nearby. "Is he asleep?"

Bel looked over at Angel. "Yeah, he just passed out again," he lied. "He said it was okay to try the alchemy thing, though." Right now he wasn't even sure if Angel would wake up again to give true permission, so he was willing to take the blame on himself if things went badly.

"Alright then. Since we've ~~handwavily~~ figured that your blood is similar to Angel's, we're going to have to use the information in your DNA in order to, as you've put it, change the blood from one form to the other." Alphonse pulled out a sheet of paper from out of his pocket, unfolding it and laying it out; on it was a drawing of an array. He overlooked the design again, then gave a wry look at Bel. "Not exactly the most flashy way to do this, huh? Transmutation arrays on-the-go. But it'll do what it needs to in order for this to possibly work. Since we need your blood to be a part of this, the only way I can think of is to prick your finger and leave a bit of the blood on the array, that way we have the information we need during the exchange."

Bel nodded. "No problem," he said as he held out his right hand and an athame appeared in it. He pressed the tip of the dagger into his left index finger until he pierced the skin, then set the athame aside and held his finger over the paper, letting drops of blood fall on the design.

Alphonse winced as he saw Bel pierce his own finger; it looked like it would've hurt, but with Bel being a demon and all, he knew he'd probably dealt with worse. "Okay," Alphonse muttered to himself, taking the array-sheet beside Angel's unconsious body. He mused to himself while thinking over the procedure, "Where would be the best place to put this... Hm."

"You're the alchemist," Bel said. He frowned as Angel thrashed and moaned ~~because he wasn't the one causing it~~ in his sleep. This had to work. Change Angel's blood and the poison wouldn't affect him, just like changing his own blood would remove the danger of a vanquish potion -- which might be necessary now that some of his blood was in Janet's hands and out of his control.

[OOC: By schedule necessity this is being slow-played. Please don't jump in without checking first. :) ]

After circling around and looking, Alphonse placed the sheet near Angel's side near his chest. "I think the best place would to do it here," he pointed down the general area. "Since the heart is where all the blood comes and goes... If it's done here, the process may go quicker." He paused and looked up at Bel with an unsure look. "Or would it? I don't know how a vampire's body works. If he's undead, do they even have the same internal organs as a human?"

Bel nodded. "He was alive and human once. Even with the demon in him, everything should be in the same place physically. Especially when he's not in vamp form. He doesen't have a heartbeat, but it's still there."

"Hm, alright; even so I'll assume that it'll spread through his body faster than here rather than elsewhere." For some reason he felt as though this should be an awkward situation for him, especially while doing something he wouldn't ever thought of attempting. Instead he stood only anxiously, praying really, really hard that this would do something to help with the situation. "Like I said, no guarantees, so... Ready for this?"

Bel took a deep breath and looked at Angel. If this worked, maybe it could somehow make up for his attempts to desoul him, not to mention suggesting the whole "pretend to have a soul" idea to Darla. "Ready," he said.

Alphonse took a breath as well, placing both hands upon the array. At the moment he activated it, the array gave off an encouraging blue glow, his hopes slowly climbing. He nearly felt it-- there was something changing within Angel's body. But just as he thought it was about to work, the glow coming from the array quickly faded; too quick for comfort. Before he could begin to think what had happened, a sharp pain flew up his left arm. "Ow!" he hissed, recoiling his arm and stepping back. He rubbed at it roughly, the only thought going through his mind was how much that freakin' hurt. He grit his teeth, glancing up. "... It didn't work." Alphonse said simply.

"Dammit," Bel muttered. "You okay? What happened?"

"A rebound. I seem to be getting a lot of these lately." Alphonse held his arm close to his chest and continued to rub at it. "It's just my arm, but I sure hope he didn't feel that too. Augh, darnit... Darnit darnit." He let out a heavy breath and faced away from Angel. "I'm really sorry, I thought the likelihood of it working was greater than not..." He rubbed at his forehead with his free hand. "I don't know what it did now."

Bel bent over Angel, looking him over. His condition seemed the same, and when Bel touched his hand to Angel's forehead, it was hard to tell if his fever had lessened or not. He sighed; it had been a long shot anyway, but he had hoped that this would work.

"Don't apologize," he said. "You tried. You did the best you could without any time to prepare." He looked at Alphonse. "You need a doctor now for your arm?"

"I think I'll manage," Alphonse answered. "Don't know what exactly it did to my arm, but if it doesn't get any better soon I'll look into it." He huffed a sigh and dropped himself on a nearby chair. Odd, the transmutation shouldn't have left him feeling that exhausted, or maybe it was just the pain. Either way, it didn't make him feel any less like crap. "Just... sorry. I didn't want to let any of you down."

Bel was sure Angel would know the right thing to say now, but he didn't. Failure in the Underworld usually meant pain and death. Not so much the case here. "You did your best," he said again, a little awkwardly. "That's all we could ask for."

"I guess," he sighed. "I don't know what exact change happened to Angel, but I don't think it's anything particularly harmful. We can't figure that one for sure until he wakes up and tells us if he feels any different." He shook his head, composing himself a little better. "But, um... I'll try to do what I can from here on. Maybe there isn't anything else I can do that would help to any great degree, but if I can contribute..." He looked up a bit hopeful.

"You've done plenty already," Bel said. "And thanks again. I'll check in the morning to see what effect it might have had. For now, we'd better get out of here and let Angel rest."

Giles slipped in at 3 AM, this time.

One thing he firmly agreed with Angel on: having a soul could be a bitch. It certainly played merry hell with one's sleep schedule.

Again, he just sat and watched.

It's something of a specialty...

[For your either very slowplayed Tommy needs, or a place for Natalie to check in when she gets here. Night folks!]

Natalie checks in a bit late, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, and looking a bit harried.

[Apologies, folks. No net connection tonight. Things are finally back up and running.]

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