Xander scowled and headed for the opposite side of the store as Buffy fawned over the Victorian dress with a silly expression. <Somehow I doubt that smile was from dreaming about the effect it will have on me. No it must be for a certain dark and mysterious individual who happened to be a moving corpse… I mean, what in the world does she see in someone that doesn't have a pulse?>
Holding the toy gun he had picked out tightly in one hand he browsed through the racks he found there, focusing all his attention on the costumes in an effort to keep his mind off Buffy and his frustration at her ignoring him while constantly drooling over a 'thing' that had been dead for a couple of centuries, something she was supposed to be destroying.
Reaching the end of the rack of costumes without finding anything of any real interest, Xander turned to pay for the toy gun and leave when his shoulder accidentally brushed against the rack knocking several of the costumes to the floor. Quickly bending over to pick up the items Xander glanced under the rack blinking in surprise at the shelf at the bottom of the rack hidden from view under the costumes. Pushing two capes and a robe out of the way he found a black case about the size of an electric guitar case with an oriental symbol in the center.
After a moment's hesitation Xander gave into the inevitable, flipped the latches and opened the case to satistify his curiousity. Xander stared into the case in surprise, awe, and more than a little confusion. He closed the case, got to his feet and headed for the register, leaving the toy gun lying forgotten on the shelf behind him.
"How much for this...?"
The rude request combined with the sound of something large being set on the counter pulled Ethan's attention back his musing on the upcoming night of entertainment as he watched the Slayer and her friend make their way down the street. Plastering a false smile on his face Ethan turned towards the counter and only just kept from crying out when he saw the case the kid was holding. "Pardon me?"
"How much for the costume in this case?"
"Hmmm..." Ethan opened the case and pretending to examine its contents with a professional air as he cackling maniacally inside his own head < I never dared hope someone would actually pick this one... it will insure the perfect balance to make tonight a night a roaring success. Oh, Janus, my master, the chaos this will cause will surely please you greatly. > "I'm afraid this isn't one of my costumes, I must have missed it when I was throwing out the items left behind by the previous tenant. You may have it if you wish; I would just throw it out as I doubt anyone else would be interested in it."
"Thanks!" The kid smiled, picked up the case and quickly left the shop.
"No, I'm the one that should thank you..." Ethan muttered smiling like a shark at the retreating young man's back.
Xander set the case on his bed, flipped the latches and opened it to inspect its contents again. When he looked at the items in the case he felt surge of emotion happiness, sadness, annoyance, anger all mixed with a weird kind of familiarity. Reaching out, Xander gently caressed each item in the case trying to remember where he had seen them before; because he was sure he had seen them before. Pulling off his shirt Xander chased the half-formed memories through his mind. He found that the harder he tried to remember the farther they seemed to slip from him.
Finally giving the search up as hopeless for the time being, Xander pulled his mind back to the present and the upcoming battle with the outfit, only to find that he had dressed himself while his mind had been other wise occupied. Fighting down the wiggins over the fact he had managed to put on a set of clothes he had never seen before, let alone worn, without noticing. Xander glanced at the clock and swallowed hard as he realized he had better hurry or be late picking up his trick-or-treaters... which he was sure with Snyder would lead to a fate worse than death.
Xander walked through the front door of the school with only minutes to spare; looking around he spotted the check in table. He had barely taken three steps towards it when a laughing voice caused his body to tense.
"Damn, Harris, what kind of lame ass costume is that?"
Xander turned looked the offender over and smirked. "You know you might not want to go around talking about asses while dressed as a pirate, Larry."
The football player smirked and mock lunged at Xander causing the smaller student to flinch then walked away laughing.
Xander scowled at the jock's back and went to get assigned his group of children.
Buffy blinked in surprise. "Is that Xander?"
"Xander, Where..." Willow turned and blinked in shock at the sight of her childhood friend. "I thought he was going as a soldier?"
"I guess he changed his mind..." Buffy shrugged and looked over her Xander-shaped friend and was surprised to find herself liking his costume. "I like it, a lot more imaginative than a soldier."
Willow *humphed* as she looked over what appeared to be the tan robes of a medival Buddhist priest with what looked like a bamboo link breastplate, a black sash tied around his waist, and some white scarf-like thing that had weird symbols all over it draped across his shoulders. As Xander turned his head slightly she caught sight of a red dot on the center of his forehead. "But who is he supposed to be...?"
"Goddamn it, why can't I ever catch a break..." The priest growled as opened his eyes as the wave of vertigo passed, then blinked and scowled at his familiarity of his unfamiliar surroundings... familiar in that there were currently hoards of demons running around tearing the place apart. Reaching into his sleeve the monk pulled out his banishing gun, pressed a button on the revolver and folded it open; the priest nodded in satisfaction and closed it when he found it was still loaded. "At least this time I didn't have some moron demon babbling about how it was going to eat me to gain eternal life when I woke up. Now where did that damn monkey get to...?"
"Xander, thank goodness I found you," the monk turned and found the spirit of either a serving wench or a prostitute running up to him with a panicked expression, "something really strange is going on..."
"Look I don't know who this Xander is or was, but there's nothing strange going on, you're just dead... get used to it." Rolling his eyes at the way the red head's eyes bulged as her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water; the priest turned and began walking away as he calmly called back over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than coddle the ghost of some trollop that doesn't have enough sense to hide during a demon attack..."
Willow blinked as her best friend turned and began to walk away; as she watched him a couple of the trick-or-treaters turned monsters started towards the stranger in her friend's body only to take off in another direction when the monk fired the revolver he was carrying at them, sending beams of light in their general direction.
"Stop, wait don't shoot them..." Willow yelled as she ran towards the body of her possessed friend. The strange high pitched sound the gun made when fired had knocked her out of the shock over how her best friend had spoken to her, "they're just kids!"
"Shoot them? What in the hell are you talking about...?" the priest growled glaring at the young woman as he reloaded the pistol. "I'm not even aiming at them!"
<This is just great, another distraction that I so didn't need...> A high pitched scream caused the priest to curse and turn to find a young woman being chased by a large scaly creature, running straight for him. Raising the banishing gun the priest pulled the trigger and the bullet sped away from him actually passing through the screaming woman's hair on its way to the target. The monk shook his head at the large creature lying on the ground clutching its shoulder and howling in pain was engulfed in a white light, and then burst into a shower of sparkling light before turning to glare at the ghost. "As I was about to say before we were so rudely interrupted; I wasn't aiming at the demonic children because I always hit what I aim at... got it?"
The red-headed ghost looked from where the creatures huddled form had been laying on the ground to the glaring monk and swallowed, wondering what kind of psycho Xander had dressed as. "Got it."
"Hold it, lady..." the priest said grabbing the young lady by the arm and letting her momentum spin her around so they were facing each other. "The streets aren't exactly safe around here, so you had better stick with me."
"Buffy...!" Willow yelled happily as she caught sight of the young woman's face and recognized her friend, then hesitated at the blank look the noble woman was giving her. "You don't remember me, do you?"
<So the corporeally challenged hooker has a friend.> The monk gave the ghost a curious but annoyed look "I take it you know this... person?"
"Yeah, that's Buffy, she's our best friend..." Willow's smile faded as the look on the monks face showed his thoughts on that subject. "Hey, something's wrong with her right now... look we need to get to Giles; he will know what's going on and how to stop it!"
"You dare insinuate that I would fraternize with a low-born harlot?" The young woman in question stomped her foot, and drew herself up in indignation. "My father shall have you both punished for that insult!"
"If your Daddy wants a piece of me he'll just have to get in line and wait his turn like everyone else..." the priest snapped, glaring angrily at the young noblewoman. "Know anywhere to stash this brat?"
"Yeah, her house is just a few blocks up the street, Xander..." Willow said pointing down the street.
"Sanzo..."
"Huh?" Willow blinked in confusion as Xander turned and started down the street, dragging Buffy with him.
"My name is not Xander," The person that used to be Xander growled as pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a Zippo, lit a cigarette and took a long drag before glancing back over his shoulder "it's Genjyo Sanzo, but I prefer to just be called Sanzo... Now are you going to show us the way or what? 'Cause all of the damn buildings around here look the same to me!"
In another part of town a bleached blond vampire looked around at the chaos ruling the streets and grinned almost sappily. "Well this is... just neat!"
One block of constant whining about sending servants for a carriage, two outbursts of being in the company of a heretic and a harlot and three screaming fits about cars being demons later, Sanzo finally had enough as she started in on how they were treating her again.
"...How can you expect a lady of my stature to travel in such a lowborn manner... why you can not at least send the harlot ahead to fetch one of my father's carri..." The young lady's whining cut off mid-word and her eyes crossed at the loud clicking noise of the hammer being pulled back as she found herself looking down the barrel of the priest's pistol.
"One more word out of you and I'm going to kill you... Are we clear?" Sanzo asked the wide-eyed noble woman. She made a keening noise in the back of her throat as she looked down the barrel of the monk's pistol, then began nodding furiously. Sanzo turned towards their guide, smirked and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Now that we've got that settled; let's get inside before this bimbo gets those of us that are still among the living eaten..."
"This is it, Xan... Sanzo." Willow said walking towards then through the door of one of the houses, trying to fight down the wiggins she was getting from the way Xander was acting. "Mrs. Summers?!" A moment later Sanzo opened the door and pushed the young woman that had been Buffy through before kicking it closed behind him. "I don't think anyone's home..."
"It's about time..." Sanzo muttered reaching his robes for another cigarette as walked through the ghost on his way to the kitchen. A few moments later there was a frustrated yell from the kitchen. "Where in the hell do they keep the beer?!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Willow blinked in confusion at the yelled question.
"I don't see what's so difficult to understand; I'm thirsty and want a beer, so where is it?" The very annoyed looking monk appeared in the kitchen doorway and growled as he crossed his arms. "Well?"
"Um," Willow said, wondering just who the hell Xander had dressed as and vowing to cause great pain upon him when this was over if he didn't tell her "I don't think Mrs. Summers has any..."
"No beer..." Sanzo's face fell, as he stared at the ghost one of his eyelids began to twitch. "What do you mean there's *NO BEER*... What kind of a hell hole is this place?"
"It a Hellmouth, actually..." Willow trailed off at the look the monk gave her as he reached into his robes for yet another cigarette.
"This is just great; as if my life wasn't difficult enough... Damn it." Sanzo muttered walking back into the kitchen as he opened his pack of cigarettes; he stared into it a moment then crushed the empty package and dropped it to the floor before pulling a bottle of wine from the rack. After a few moments of digging through the kitchen drawers Sanzo smiled as he found both the cork screw and half a carton of cigarettes hidden in the back of the last drawer. "Pay dirt!"
"What are you doing in here, Xan.-Sanzo?" Willow asked and then froze, her eyes widening as she found the monk taking a rather large swig straight from the wine bottle.
Lowering the bottle, Sanzo took a drag off one of his newly acquired cigarettes as he walked through the ghost and into the living room, looking at the bottle's label appreciatively. "This isn't half bad, not as good as saki... but it will do."
"What do you think you're doing?" Willow all but yelled as she stormed up to the monk, who just looked up at her blankly. As he took another hit from the bottle the ghost tried to grab it out of his hands. "Stop that, you're too young to drink..."
The monk took another drag on his cigarette before addressing her. "Damn but you're mouthy for a ghost... Lady not that it's any of your business but I'm 23 and quit capable of make my own choices... "
Someone or something banging on the door interrupted whatever else he was gonna say, Sanzo cursed as he pulled his banishing gun from its hiding place and walked towards the door. "Don't open that door..."
"But what if it's a civilian?" Willow looked at him nervously.
"Anyone stupid enough to still be outside in this deserves whatever happens to them." Sanzo replied coolly.
Willow looked like she was going to argue but was interrupted before she started when a hairy arm punched through the door's peep hole.
The hairy arm's owner only managed to take one sweep with its clawed hand, which passed ineffectually through the ghost's head before three high pitch retorts filled the room and the arm was engulfed in light before bursting into a shower of sparkling light. "Still think it might be a civilian?"
Willow glared at the back of the retreating monk. Someone screaming outside caused her to run through the door; she found Cordelia being chased by what looked like a Sasquatch. Getting in the path of the fleeing girl, Willow started to waved her arms when she heard what was quickly becoming a familiar high pitched retort and the Sasquatch's head jerked back followed by what seemed to be the standard light show. "Get your asses in the house, girls!"
Willow turned and glared at the monk calmly walking down the front steps of the Summers' household, then paled as Cordelia stormed up to the body of her best friend.
"Who do you think you are talking to me like that Harris...? EEK!" Cordy tirade was cut off with a mild shriek as person that used to be Xander put a bullet into each of the cat ears on her head before pointing the pistol right between her eyes.
"Do you want to die?!" When the young woman shook her head vehemently no the priest lowered the pistol and started off down the street. "Then get inside and stay there..."
"Hey, where are you going?' Willow yelled as Cordy ran for the open door muttering about her father's lawyers.
"To get some beer and non-menthol cigarettes..." the monk yelled back as he crossed the street and vanished down another.
"This can't be good..." Willow muttered with a frown as she re-entered the Summers' house by walking through the front door, then blinked at the sight of Cordy rubbing her hand while glaring at the unconscious Slayer. "What happened?"
Cordy jumped in surprise and looked at Willow crossly. "She called me a whore!"
Sanzo stepped through the broken window of the gun shop and after a quick glance at the nearly empty shelves began to slowly make his way through the junk that had been left on the floor by whoever had originally broken in to the counter. Reaching into the mangled remains of the cage under the counter the monk pulled out a box of shells and after checking the label pulled out two more, stashing all three in his robes before using a chunk of the wire that once been the shop's security cage to pop open the smashed remains of the cash register and pocket all the cash there. "Well, it's not much but should be enough for a couple of cases of good beer and a carton of cigarettes..."
"Now is this anyway for a monk to behave?"
"Bite me..." Sanzo said evenly as he turned and glared at the person standing in the shadow of the other side of the shop "I'm not trying to impress anyone. Now who are you and what do you want?"
"Yeah they said you was like that... anyway, name's Whistler," the person moved out of the shadows revealing a short gaudily dressed man, "and *I* don't want anything from you..."
The monk snorted and shook his head "Okay, then what does whoever sent you want?"
"Whoa, you really are a sharp one... Look kiddo, This wasn't supposed ta happen," the pimp looking man said as he ambled around the room stopping occasionally to examine an item a little closer before moving on "you weren't supposed to wake up this time around..."
"You mind just say whatever the hell you mean..." Sanzo growl pulling the hammer of his pistol back "cause all this mystery man, cryptic mumbo jumbo does is just pisses me off!"
"Fine..." Whistler reached down picked up a large piece of a broken mirror and held it up so that Sanzo could see himself in it.
The monk blinked, then shrugged and smirked at Whistler. "What's your point, it's not like this is the first time I woke up after a bender looking a little different..."
"It goes a little deeper than that kid," Whistler set the mirror down and leaned against the counter. "Tell me, what is the last thing you remember before you found yourself here?"
"Homera's tower..." Sanzo's eyes narrowed as tried to figure out what Whistler's game was "Hikkai had just sent us ahead so he could remove his limiters without risking hurting any of us... after that it gets a little fuzzy."
"Makes sense," Whistler shook his head and chuckled "the most intense memories from before you died would be the clearest..."
"Died?" Sanzo's asked quietly his face going unreadable.
"Hate to have to break it to you," Whistler tilted his head back and looked the monk right in the eyes, "but you died... you guys did manage to stop Homera from completely rewriting heaven and earth, though."
"Damn it..." Sanzo muttered then glared at Whistler "If what you say is true and I'm not saying it is then what happened to Goku, Gojo and Hikkai?"
"What do I look like, Encyclopedia Demonica?" Whistler asked sarcastically, then flinched as the priest's gun came up in his general direction. "Whoa, look buddy I don't know... Hell, until a few hours ago I had never even heard of you, Homera or anything else having to do with this bit of insanity. I was just told the basics and given my 'orders'."
Sanzo frowned at him, his currently purple eyes as cold as ice. "And they were?"
"Just to give you a message and deliver something..." the nervous balance demon slowly reached into his leather jacket, pulled out a plain brown package and held it out to the monk.
Sanzo eyed the shorter man for a moment before taking the package and examining it. "So what is the message..."
"I'm just supposed to tell you that and I quote 'The three floating heads say you're not allowed to open the package until morning...'"
"WHAT?!" Sanzo growled as head snapped up eyes flaring angrily only to find the shop empty save for himself. "Son of a bitch! Why can't they find someone else to torture for a change?!"
"Oh, good you're alright," A familiar but unexpected voice caused a certain red headed ghost to jump. "It's gone crazy out there."
"Angel?!" Willow almost melted in relief as she turned and found Angel in the doorway to the kitchen. "Thankgod,everything'sgonecrazy,Xander'sturnedintosome kindofpsychotriggerhappybuddistmonkand-tookoffforbeerand cigarettes,aftershootingacoupleofdemonsortheycouldhave beenpeoplethathaddbeenturnedintotheircostumesBuffythinks she'sa18thcenterynoblewomanandisscreamingherheadoffall thetimeIhavetogettoGilesbecausehewillknowwhattodo.Socan youwatchBuffy?"
The Vampire with a soul stared at Willow for a moment before answering a eloquently as he could given the situation. "Huh?"
Willow almost screamed in frustration, then turned and ran out of the building with a final call of, "just take care of Buffy!"
"That was different..." Angel muttered, staring blankly at the wall Willow had just run through, shook his head and began checking to make sure the house was secure.
Giles picked up the next set of new additions for the card catalogue and took a sip of tea just as a red headed young woman ran through the wall in front of him.
"Giles?!" Willow yelled then blinked as the watcher doubled over, spraying tea over the front of the card catalogue as he began coughing up the tea he had just inhaled. "Are you all right? Please tell me you're going to be alright, you have to be alright..."
Giles gave the young woman a pointedly dirty look. "Willow... what...?"
"Giles you got to help everyone's turned into their costumes; Buffy was dressed as a noble woman and is now a helpless airhead..."
Giles' blinked and looked the young woman over. "And you dressed as...?"
"I'm a ghost..." Willow said in bewilderment.
"A ghost... " Giles' eyebrows raised in surprise and he couldn't stop himself from blurting out the question that popped into his mind "Of what?"
"Huh? Oh, this is nothing you should see Cordelia," Willow said defensively as she blushed in embarrassment "She was dressed as a cat."
"Good lord," Giles yelp in surprise "and she's turned into an actual feline?"
"No," Willow looked confused. "She's still Cordelia, just in a cat suit..."
"Really?" Giles said pulling himself together "How odd, did you all acquire you costumes from the same shop?"
"No, Cordelia got hers from Party Time. Buffy and I got ours from that new place that just opened… 'Ethan's'..." Willow looked nervously around the room so missed the stricken expression on Giles' face "and I have no idea where Xander got his costume."
"Willow," Giles looked at the red head with an intense but hard expression, "you have to take me to this costume shop... immediately."
"Um," Willow wilted under the creepy expression on Giles face "okay..."
Grabbing his jacket Giles started out of the library then hesitated as something that had been nagging in the back of his mind finally bubbled to the surface. "What did you say Xander had dressed as..."
"He dressed as some kind of psycho Buddhist monk..." Willow answered distractedly. "I think he said his name was something like Genjyo Sanzo."
Giles mouth opened and closed for a moment then managed to get out an almost whispered question "You didn't just say Genjyo Sanzo?"
"Yeah that sounds about right..." Willow frowned when she saw the way Giles paled as she said that. "What'd I say?"
"Bloody hell..." Giles muttered as his color quickly returned to an angry flush. "Willow, we have to get to that shop as quickly as possible."
"Why the hell do they call them convenience stores if they're closed when you need them?" Sanzo growled as he passed the third closed convenience store in the half hour since he left the gun shop.
"Well, what have we here?"
Glancing in the direction of speaker, the already annoyed monk found a blonde vampire with a mixed group of vampires and demons that were slowly surrounding him. "Look leach, I'm not in the mood to play around right now; so if you turn around a walk away I won't have to hurt you!"
"You won't have to hurt us," the blonde chortled "That's rich mate, but maybe you should rework those figures. Maybe you should be the one asking us not to hurt you seeing as there seems to be a whole lot more of us than you!"
"Fine whatever..." Sanzo growled, his eyes narrowing at the assembled beings as the scripture draped over his shoulders began to rustle as if caught in a gust of wind. "Just remember I did give you morons the chance to save yourselves!"
"Get the pounce!" Spike yelled as he started backing away from the monk as he bowed his head slightly and he chanted under his breath.
Suddenly Sanzo's head snapped up, his arms snapping out and yelled out a command. "Restrain"
Spikes eyes bulged as hundreds of feet of scroll leaped away from the monk in every direction wrapping around the vampires and demons like chains, drawing screams from many of them as their flesh began to smoke where the holy item restraining them. Spike watched, only barely keeping himself from running from the display of power, as the monk went from one being to the next emptying their pockets of possession. Once he had clean out the last of the vampires minions he raised one hand.
Sanzo held up one hand, concentrating as he drew on the power of the item that had been placed in his possession. "Let the dead be dispersed."
As the word left the monks mouth all of the vampires trapped in his 'web' of paper burst into showers of sparkles, while the Demons all shrieked, some bursting into sparkles as well while others vanished or just collapsed.
Spike watched as the monk began gathering the hundreds of yards of paper that had just been restraining demons capable of tearing men in half, all the time muttering about moron demons wasting his time because they couldn't take simple advice.
The monk suddenly stopped, turned and leveled a pistol and a glared right at Spike. "What are you still doing here? Do you want some of what they got?"
"Bugger that..." Spike growled as he dashed to the nearest manhole and jumped in just beating the bullet that ricocheted off the street beside the sewer entrance. The blonde vampire raced down the sewer tunnels toward the warehouse cursing anything he could think of over the fact that Dru's vision hadn't mention one thing about a bloody monk shaped demon killing machine running around good old Sunnyhell tonight.
Sanzo glared at the manhole the vampire had disappeared down, wondering how the hell he had missed and why the vampire had seemed familiar. Finally shrugging it off as unimportant the monk walked past the spot the vampire vanished from pulling a cigarette from one of the packs he had liberated from vampire's minions and shrugged at the sounds of the vampire's panicked flight coming from the uncovered manhole. "What a moron, like I've got nothing better to do than chase his sorry ass through the sewers..."
Rounding the corner the monk causally pistol whipped a pirate that was trying to get his pants open to ravage a young woman and kept walking without even pausing to see if the young woman was alright. A few moments later Sanzo found himself in from of a store that had a huge amount of energy coming from it. Shooting out the locks the monk pushed open the door and made his way towards the back of the shop.
Sitting in the center of the backroom Sanzo found the source of the power, a porcelain bust sitting on some kind of makeshift altar. Slowly walking into the room Sanzo suddenly stopped, spun and shoved the barrel of his banisher gun under the chin of the man, who was currently holding a mace over his head. "So let me guess, you're the moronic asshole responsible for this mess?"
Ethan swallowed hard, both from knowing full well what the gun pointed at his chin was capable of and what he saw in the eyes of the young man before him and let the mace slip from his suddenly numb fingers. "Guilty as charged I'm afraid..."
"Why?" Sanzo's face was as neutral as his voice was cold.
"I don't suppose that you'd believe me if I said 'just for the fun of it'?" Ethan asked with a nervous shrug.
"Yes, I would..." Sanzo said, frowned then pulled the trigger.
Giles had just pushed the shops door open when the sound of a gunshot filled the air. Instinctively Giles hit the floor looking around for shooter, cursing the fact he had sent the non-corporal Willow to check on Buffy and the others as he began crawling towards the back of the shop. Reaching the doorway to the backroom, the watcher cautiously looked into the backroom and blinked at what he found.
The unconscious form of Ethan Raines lay sprawled on the floor, while a bust of Janus sat on an improvised altar with a bullet hole right between its eyes. Giles slowly got to his feet looking around the room cautious, when he found nothing else of interest he summed up the situation the best he could. "What the bloody hell is going on?!"
As the first sliver of sunlight just rose horizon, it illuminated the troubled features of a brown haired young man sitting on a bench over looking the sea surrounded by empty beer cans, cigarette packs and cigarette butts. The young man looked at the package sitting open on the bench beside and growled at the memories it brought to the surface. Looking down at the note in his hand, which had been in the package beside him with the new banisher gun, paper fan and two rolled up scrolls of the Maten and Seiten scriptures, the young man could feel his teeth start to grind.
Hi Konzen,
As you've no doubt guessed, you've been reincarnated again. (I like the new look by the way!) Anyway, seeing as I know how much you love long, drawn out, formal explanations... here you go: that idiot Chaos wizard that put the spell on your new home town last night never stopped to consider what the spell he used would do if someone were to wear a costume of someone that they had been in a previous incarnation. As you've no doubt noticed, the barrier between all of your different incarnations, past and present, was destroyed when your old personality of Sanzo got pulled to the surface. Have fun keeping them straight...
Anyway, I believe the items in the package belong to you... I have a feeling you're going to be needing them before long, as well as other things that are probably making their way to you even now.
Take care, The Merciful Goddess
P.S. Lurin's still asking about her playmate Seducing Eyes, nephew.
P.P.S. And I still think you make such a cute daddy!
"That crazy old hag! Doesn't she *ever* have anything better to do than torture me!" Xander growled, crumpling the note and then threw it over the cliff; only to have a sudden gust of wind throw it back in his face. As he let loose with a string of curses that would make a marine veteran blush, while holding the now purple eye that ball of paper had just hit Xander could swear that he heard a familiar feminine chuckle in the distance. "I'm gonna KILL that senile old hag one of these days!"