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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ozwolf:8518</id>
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    <title>Gunn</title>
    <published>2005-10-03T08:10:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I can't tell if I'm happy that I seem to spend time with people to which death isn't the end, or disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wonder if I should be more disturbed that they keep getting ressurected, or that they keep dying. I can't tell. I think I need a day or two here to clear my head.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ozwolf:8384</id>
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    <title>ozwolf @ 2005-08-28T16:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T20:13:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T20:13:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Never Will I Break by 3 Doors Down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Seeing Lorne was alright. He told me that I need to have a talk with her, which I knew already, but probably still had to hear. Something's going down, I just haven't been told what. I've heard what, but no one's asked me to join in, and I'm thinking there's reasons for that. Not very happy about people going into the belly of the beast without me, but maybe I'll be asked to go along at the last minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think it's time someone talked to Kennedy. I've been the one bringing her water and such(since no one else wants to). I haven't been being mean or anything. I trust Willow's judgement. Still. I'm not happy about her vendettah against Faith, but I wouldn't let anything happen to her. (Even if I am confused and hurt right now) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure anyone's just tried to &lt;i&gt;talk&lt;/i&gt; to Kennedy yet though. So I'll give that a shot. Worst that could happen is she doesn't.</content>
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    <published>2005-08-26T04:55:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T04:55:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I'm just the only one she &lt;i&gt;hasn't&lt;/i&gt; fucked yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;[open for Lorne]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ozwolf:7788</id>
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    <title>Research and Such</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T11:19:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T11:19:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I know that I have to get Faith to Lorne's, since she agree to do it, but I'm giving her a little while before I press the issue. Instead I'm going to help out Wes and company with some research, see how they're all doing. I wanted to talk to Wes anyway. I know he and Angel are doing better, so that's good. I'd like to catch up and see how he's doing otherwise, and if there's anything specific I can do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;[open for wes]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ozwolf:7671</id>
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    <title>Trailing</title>
    <published>2005-08-05T09:31:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-05T09:31:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sex Type Thing by Stone Temple Pilots</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, tracking the &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/slayer_wannabe_/"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt; isn't going that well. She was picked up by a &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/notmysoul/"&gt;blonde&lt;/a&gt;, and as far as I can tell, taken back to Wolfram and Hart. I didn't go waltzing into enemy territory alone to be positive, though. I'm stealthy, but I figure they have measures against that, especially since they seem to know that I'm around. I hit &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/_lorne_/"&gt;Lorne's&lt;/a&gt; again, and will again soon for a less social visit. See if he can't point me in the right direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/_faith_/"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt; to come with me, maybe sing for him too, though I'm not sure she would. Things are feeling twitchy there, I'm going to have to watch her closely. She just got herself out of a bad place, I don't want her dropping right back into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/vampdetetctive/"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt; seems to be taking the implication of something going on between Faith and I alright. It's tense, but not as tense as it could be. I'm also glad that things between he and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/windham_pryce/"&gt;Wes&lt;/a&gt; seem to be evening out. Maybe normality can be achieved soon.</content>
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    <title>Interesting</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T10:27:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T10:27:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Gift by Seether</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Things are sort of interesting around here lately. &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/vampdetective/"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt; took off for Sunnydale again. I think he had a talk with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/_faith_/"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt;, she seems a little better off than before. Which is good, since she's doing well anyway. &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/windham_pryce/"&gt;Wes&lt;/a&gt; has been avoiding him. I get why. I've been trying to be around, giving little bits of help to he and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/taco_craving/"&gt;Fred&lt;/a&gt;. Generally speaking being useful if quiet. I don't really have much to add to the situation besides to be around. &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/queencor/"&gt;Cordy&lt;/a&gt; still isn't back, and I'm wondering if that has anything to do with the sort of tension around. I've been trying to talk with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/versislayerfray/"&gt;Melaka&lt;/a&gt;. Feel a little bad about what happened with her. Displaced in time and stuck here...scared in a hotel room. That's really got to be a kick to the teeth. I think Faith's been getting spending time with her, anyway, or trying to. That's good. Maybe they'll get along. So basically I'm just here. Trying to be helpful. Wonder if it's doing anything.</content>
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    <title>ozwolf @ 2005-06-22T03:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-22T07:28:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-22T07:34:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Supernaut by Black Sabbath</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Angel's back in town. And, unsurprisingly, he immediately went to lock himself in his room to brood. I let him do that for a little while before going in to talk to him. He can't brood forever, there's a city out there that needs him, not to mention his friends. Particularly now that everthing to do with Gunn has come to light. We had a talk. I get the impression he's displeased with Faith and I. Not that I'm entirely sure there's an 'us' to be displeased with. He didn't ask. I didn't tell. We're like the military. So much not being said around here. He said something else, too...not sure what he meant by it. It's sort of bothering me but I figure I'll find out eventually. I told him where Faith was. I got another letter from her. Well, email. She sounds like she's doing alright, though I wanted her to get rest, so I put it to her in the form of a challenge. She's just the type that would do it just to prove she could--if it was in question. So I put in question. She says she misses me. I miss her, in a strange way. I worry. I hope she's actually doing what she's meant to on this little side trip. I hope she comes home less messy headed.</content>
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    <title>Strange Days</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T01:27:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T01:27:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Layla by Eric Clapton(original version)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So being back in L.A., helping out is interesting. You've got Nabbit, who's...an interesting fellow. Not entirely sure how to take him. In theory he's got smarts, he's a millionaire, but sometimes I wonder if he's got the sense to come in out of the rain so to speak. But I think he means well all in all, and so he's alright. Just a bit of a spaz, I guess. (and it's not as if I haven't dealt with that before, though Willow's spazzing was cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also met Wood, who's been helping out. He seems a decent sort. I think we'll get along fine. Can tell Spike doesn't have any love for the man though. But then that's Spike, really. I'm not sure Spike likes many people in general. But blondie's also been fine with me, so I'm not complaining. It's surprising, seeing the vampire like this. Makes a nice change. So things are going alright here in L.A. again. I wonder how Faith's doing on her little sabbatical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be a level head around here, when people get bitchy. Usually logic helps. 'By the way if you've got things to crab about, let's not do it when we're on Patrol. Demons love a bickering couple.'. Don't think they appreciated the 'couple' comment, but I think they got the point, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all things are alright here. A little strange, but not bad at all.</content>
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    <title>Back to L.A.</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T19:21:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-22T19:21:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Karma Police by Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I got an email from Spike...didn't know the guy could even &lt;i&gt;use&lt;/i&gt; a computer, let alone send email, but low and behold, I got one. Sounds like he's cool with me coming back if not wanting me to, so that's where I headed. I said goodbye to everyone, Cordy said that she thought it was a good idea for me to get back there. She's going to wait a little bit longer, see if she can help pinpoint the others in time to get them back, and I think she doesn't want to leave Fred here without anyone else from our crew. Faith's I guess takin my advice and taking a breather. I hope she can get her head cleared while she does. I gave her some money and told her where I'd be. I said goodbye to everyone else, passed along Spike's wishes of good luck, and told them I figured they'd have everyone back soon. Hopefully they will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.A. here I come.</content>
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    <title>ozwolf @ 2005-05-13T03:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-13T07:42:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-13T07:42:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Trial by Pink Floyd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We got some more of the missing back. Buffy, Anya and Cordy. I was the one who took Cordy aside and told her about Gunn. We went for a walk and I told her. I wasn't sure what to expect from her. First she was sort of shocked, then angry, then she cried. I don't think I've ever actually &lt;i&gt;seen&lt;/i&gt; Cordy cry before. It was a little unnerving. I did my best to be a comfort, but Cordy's not really the type that takes it very well. We wound up sitting at the little playground for a while and she had her head on my shoulder. We didn't talk much after that. Then we went back, and she went inside, and I stayed outside. I hope she's going to be alright. I guess if I expected anyone to be alright it'd be Cordy, but still. I'm still thrown by the crying. Then there's avoiding Willow. I still don't know what to say to her. I've been hovering around the edges of everyone here. I talked to Faith again, too. Suggested she take a bit of a break. I think her main problem is she doesn't know how to be herself. I think she's been playing a part for so long that she lost how to not play pretend 24-7. I don't know if she'll take the advice or not. I hope she does, though, it would be good for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm thinking about going back to L.A. Helping Spike out. Since Buffy's back here, and Willow, that leaves this place pretty well covered, but I'm not so sure L.A. is. I called and left a message for Spike, telling him to call me back with a heads up on the sitch there.</content>
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    <title>ozwolf @ 2005-04-08T19:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T23:27:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T23:27:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Creep by Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Willow's back...I haven't gotten to talk to her and I'm not going to push any type of talk. I'm letting her and Tara have their time right now. It makes me feel a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; better that she's back, though, I can't deny that. Though she brought news of Gunn...aparently he died. I don't know how to feel about it all myself, I didn't know him that well but he was a good guy, that was obvioius. I liked him. The world's gonna be a less cool place without him in it, and less safe, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunn...You'll be missed, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Fred about Gunn's death...tried my best to comfort her. She's strong, but I know the missing husband thing and the death of a friend is waring on her. She mentioned a book she might be able to get us more information with but it's in L.A. I told her I'd get Faith to bring her to get it. I could bring her, but I think Faith needs a breather anyways so they both might as well get the hell out of Sunnydale for a few hours. It'll do them good. Course now I have to find Faith. Granted, I sort of always have an idea where she is if I don't know exactly. I'll go hunt her down so she and Fred can get going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;still haven't talked any more about anything between us, and she's still incredibly off. I hope this helps her.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Thoughts</title>
    <published>2005-03-08T08:39:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-08T08:39:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Package by A Perfect Circle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I killed someone. I did it so they didn't hurt Faith. Or kill her, or whatever he came with someone else to try to take her out. Real morons. Now one's a dead moron. I ripped his throat out. I don't know how to feel about it. I'm not sure what I feel about it, is more accurate, let alone how I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; be feeling. I've been shadowing it again. Not around a lot. I don't think the others know about it, just Faith, and the body was gone by the time we got back, but I just feel jittery. Not quite right. Off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Faith herself. She kissed me. I could have stopped her, I guess. I didn't though. I'm not sure how I feel about that either. There's something between us. But who knows. Maybe she really is just working her way through A.I. and I'm next on the list, so she's working on me. I can't tell, I'm not normally attracted to girls like her. But then I can't even really remember the last time I was attracted to anybody that wasn't Willow. I don't know. That's the order of the day lately. I don't know.</content>
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    <title>Patrolling</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T06:28:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T06:28:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I guess some vampire attacked Buffy's boyfriend. This means extra patrolling for Faith and I. I've already covered a lot of my area...helps when you can do so on all fours and most things don't even notice you're there. Stealth helps. And I find myself circling back to where she is, tracking her scent. So Jordy's right. She does smell good. I'm still thinking about what he said. Actually, the combination of what Lorne said and what Jordy said. Jordy was talking instincts....and I did my homework on wolves. It just never occurred to me. Wolves for the most part mate for life. I wonder if...with Willow...she was who I was with when I was changed. I wonder if it's the wolf recognizing her as that and that's why I've had so much trouble getting past it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just trying to find an excuse that makes me not crazy. Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't the time to think about it anyways, I've got things to be doing. Like patrolling. I start following Faith, just off into the shadows, half wondering how long it'll take for her to notice me. I've already been here for two blocks...</content>
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    <title>Conversation with Jordy</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T02:40:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T02:40:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordy jumped down the last six feet from Dawn’s trellace, and started slinking away, when he heard from the shadows... “There some reason you’re sneaking out of Dawn’s window this late at night?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy jumped, and glared over into the shadows. “There some reason you’re skulking around in the bushes this late at night, Oz?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz stepped out of the shadows and gave his younger cousin his tiny version of a smirk. “Just watching.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah. Well for your information, um...yes. I was just checkin on her. Y’know, like you asked me to.” Jordy says, leaning against the house. He noted Oz just staring. “...or I just wanted to talk to her cuz she’s my friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s better.” Oz took up leaning against the house next to Jordy. “She holding up okay? I’ve been trying not to ask if she’s okay. You can only hear that asked so many times before you scream.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t ask either.” Jordy said with a sigh. “I think she’s okay. Not like, woo Happy Mary Sunshine okay, but not fallin apart or anything.” Jordy paused. “So you gonna tell me why I smell disinfectant on you? And...something else?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz arched an eyebrow at his cousin, wondering if he was even better at some of this stuff than he was. “Ran into a little trouble. Ever been hit with silver before?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thankfully, no.” Jordy said, wrinkling his nose. “I take it that’s what it is?” Oz nodded, pulling up his shirt and undoing one end of the bandage Faith had put on him to show Jordy the blackened, awful looking stab wound. Jordy whistled low. “For not bein very big it sure looks awful. Remind me not to get hit with sliver.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just did.” Oz said, as he put the bandage back into place and dropped his shirt over it. Without having to say anything, both boys pushed off of the house and started heading towards Jordy’s house. “Thanks for keeping an eye on Dawn.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s no problem. I do it anyways.” Jordy said, shrugging one shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, you mentioned that...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordy paused, thinking. “Um....it’s kinda...um...” he stopped to think out how to word it. “You ever do stuff and not know why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I assume we’re talking about things like you keeping an eye on Dawn.” It was Oz’s turn to pause. “Sometimes. Though most of the time after I think about it I realize that it’s instincts....not mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordy nodded. “The wolf’s.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were silent for a few moments, each in their own thoughts. “I have a hard time going against them...if I even realize that’s what it is...” Jordy continued. “Like....like the watchin over my girls thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz glanced over. “Your girls?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordy blushed. “Okay so they’re not like, &lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt;...but...um....they feel like that?” He glanced nervously to his cousin, then started rambling. “It’s like I’ve started seein them that way, like we’re all friends together, a group sort of thing, and it’s like I’ve gotta watch out for them and stuff, and I don’t like when stupid asses like Eric decide to come in and move in on my territory...I mean it’s not like Red can’t get herself a boyfriend or something just not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; kind....or maybe I dunno. But it’s weird and sometimes I feel certain ways that’re...like you said. Instincts.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz gave Jordy his equivalent of a lightly amused look. “You done, or got more to say?” he asked, honestly giving the kid time to vent if he wanted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordy thought about it. “I dunno. It’s like I just do stuff. Like when Dawn was missing? I was already tracking her before I even knew it. And I went and stayed with her all night where she was captured at even though if the vampires that had her caught me, I’da been really, really dead. But I &lt;i&gt;couldn’t&lt;/i&gt; leave her. And, like, I know part of it is just I want my friends to be safe. I mean I love’m.” He paused. “Not &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; love! Just I like’m!” he clarified. “And there’s other stuff in there’s that’s the wolf’s fault....I think....It’s hard to tell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz was silent for a few moments, thinking that over. Jordy’d brought up some stuff he hadn’t thought about before. Normally when he had instincts that were trying to push in on his regular activities, he knew what they were and could just not do that. Seemed that wasn’t an option with Jordy...or a much more difficult one. Made sense, if he thought about it. Jordy’d grown up with it. He’d gotten it after he’d been in high school, so he could pick out what was obviously off and what wasn’t. But if you had those instincts ingrained since before you could remember...it would be a hell of a lot harder to pick that out...or go against it. Oz knew sometimes it was trouble to go against it in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not makin sense, huh.” Jordy said into the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, you are.” Oz said, realizing that he hadn’t said anything aloud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordy sighed in relief. “Oh good. I kinda thought I was goin crazy.” he shrugged. “I’ve been lookin in some of the books dad’s got. He’s been collecting every book known to man on wolves, and werewolves since...Some of the wolf stuff is interesting. Though kinda makes me worried.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I dunno. Like...like the pack stuff. I think that might be what I’m startin to think of my girls as.” Jordy shrugged again. “I’ll figure it out I guess.” he smiled brightly at Oz. “‘Least Dawn’s really understanding about it. She’s been great.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dawn is great.” Oz said, nodding to this fact. “I’m glad you guys got to be friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me too. She kinda doesn’t ever look at me like I’m weird or anything...well, not often. Not as often as other people.” Then he broke into a grin. “And she was all nice and hugged me after her boyfriend beat me up.” He saw Oz give him a strange look, and quickly went on to clarify. “I wolfed out...he beat me up so I didn’t hurt anyone. It was cool, really.” They got closer to Jordy’s house, and the younger looked at his cousin. “Anything you wanna talk about?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz considered, and eyed Jordy. “Know anything about women?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not a thing.” Jordy answered without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz skirted around to the back of the house with Jordy, thinking about his answer. They sat on the porch steps, and Jordy was very patient with waiting for a response. Oz had to think of how to put things. He didn’t usually talk to anyone, but...well, it was his cousin, and sometimes it helped people just to be trusted with something, even if they couldn’t actually help. “There’s this girl. A Slayer. Faith.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not stuck on Willow anymore?” Jordy asked, then winced at his own statement. “Not that I mean...uh....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz shrugged, not taking offense. “I don’t know anymore.” he said finally. “She’s still so ingrained in me. I’m still worried sick that she’s gone somewhere. I still want to see her. I still love her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But she’s gay and married and you can’t have her.” Jordy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That earned a startled little half laugh out of Oz. “Yeah.” he said, “To put it delicately.” He gave his ghost of a smirk at his cousin. “Doesn’t mean I can stop loving her though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well...I mean...you’re allowed, right?” Jordy said hesitantly. “Just gotta...y’know, love her but move on at the same time.” Jordy glanced up at the moon. “Find yourself a new mate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz frowned at that. “...Interesting choice of words.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh...sorry. I meant girlfriend.” Jordy quickly tried to cover. “Sometimes I think things...wolf stuff...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s okay.” Oz said, thoughts already blossoming just with that random word. “Maybe you’re right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes I know what I’m talking about.” Jordy said, smirking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah...you might at that.” Oz said, standing up and ruffling Jordy’s hair. “Get to bed. You’ve got school. I’ll see you around.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordy hopped up and grinned. “You will! And I’ll have to meet that Faith chick....whoever she is, she smells nice.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz smirked. Ah werewolf senses. Where you could smell a person on someone forever after they’d left your presence. “Yeah...she does.” he admitted. “Night.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>ozwolf @ 2005-02-05T00:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-05T05:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-05T05:43:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So. People are missing. We're left to keep Sunnydale intact and to find the missing people. I've been keeping an eye on all the girls, talked with Xander some. I kind of want him to stay at the Summers house to help keep tabs on everyone. Not to mention the guy's freaked and needs just as much support as they do. Something about his girlfriend recently murdered or something...I feel bad but what can I say really? 'Sorry' is just one of those innefectual things that are words and they never really help. So I just kind of did my silent but there thing with him for a while and I hope it helped. Other than that, I've been keeping an eye on Faith when she goes out, and I called Jordy. Told him what happened, and he's on keeping an eye on Dawn duty...though the kid told me he's been doing that anyways. I was actually pretty proud of him for that. I guess he helped save her recently or something, and staked a vamp to try to save another friend of his. He's a lot more on top of things than I thought he would be. I have to have a chat with him soon, but I've got something to do first. Like track down our little morally ambiguous British uninvited guest that had been at the party. I wouldn't put this past him and I know he's still in town. Easy to track, being he's wandering around town checking places...like Giles's apartment...and now he's taking the cemetary route back...think I'll just have to pop in and say hello.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Destiny</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T23:45:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-22T23:45:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Piece of Pie by Stone Temple Pilots</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I spoke to Lorne, like Fred mentioned what seems like forever ago. I didn't necessarily like what he had to say, but he wasn't a bad guy. I kind of liked him. Problem being what he said. About the things that are coming up soon, things I've got to do, girls I've got to protect. He implied some things about Faith. I'm not sure where that comes from, but whatever. If I'm needed I'll be there. Period. Now for the bullshit that's hit A.I., everything. It's confusing at best, but then I'm not there to figure this stuff out, am I? I'm there to help with the tearing things up, and occasionally being Supportive Guy. It's Wes's call on the rest of this. And so far, I've gained a lot of respect for him. He seems to have figured out what the hell he's doing. So wherever he says I should be, I'll be there.</content>
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    <title>Around but not.</title>
    <published>2005-01-14T06:46:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-14T06:46:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Anyways by Dynamite Hack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've continued to haunt the hotel, not being seen but being around. I have a letter written to Tara, apologizing for my last one and stuff, but I haven't sent it yet. I don't know why. I'm still feeling really off. I don't know. Just...off. Not right. Maybe it's time I actually took Fred's suggestion she made so long ago and see that Lorne guy. I'll take my guitar. Maybe that'd do me some good anyways. May as well, right? What've I got to lose?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Searching</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T21:37:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T21:37:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nutshell by Alice in Chains</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I wasn't there long. I just had to make sure that they were ok. I know, logically, that they were. I just...had to be positive. They were of course. All having their christmas stuff going on. I didn't let anyone know I was there. I didn't want to intrude. Tara might have sensed me around. I think she looked my way when I was outside, watching in the windows (as a wolf of course). I don't think she &lt;i&gt;saw&lt;/i&gt; me really, just maybe knew I was there. Felt me there. Or maybe she didn't and I'm just reaching; Hoping she knew. I can't tell anymore. I can't tell a lot of things. I've been really shaken with this last...whatever it was. I've realized a lot of things I'd overlooked before, just not seen or purposely didn't see. either way they're really clear now. I'm not sure where I belong. Again. That's bothering me. Maybe I don't belong anywhere. Since I got back I've looked in on everyone. I didn't say I was back. I'm not sure I am. I just wanted to make sure they were ok. I don't know. Faith looks like hell. Maybe I should see if she's ok. I know I'm not.</content>
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    <title>Out</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T04:19:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T04:19:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Reluctant Man, by Sprung Monkey</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The dreams...hallucinations...whatever they were, they've stopped. ...But that doesn't mean their effect on me has. It doesn't change anything. I got to see how things are in bright, horrifying color. I need to get out of here for a while. I don't think I can be around...anyone. I know people sort of fell apart here, and maybe they need the help pulling back together again, I just...need time I think. I'm not sure. I don't know anything right this second. I really don't want to do this to people, I just have to. I'll be back as soon as I'm...more stable.</content>
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    <title>ozwolf @ 2004-12-08T06:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T11:32:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T11:32:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>screaming in my head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Found a cage down here. Dark. Cold. They're still here. I still see it...them...dead...me...I just want it to &lt;i&gt;stop&lt;/i&gt;...they'd better be ok...they'd better be ok....they'be better be ok....</content>
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    <title>Letter To Tara</title>
    <published>2004-12-03T01:53:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-03T01:53:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(writing is shakey and not at all like his normal handwriting)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara, ...something's happening here...I don't know what's going on anymore. Is everyone ok? Everyone's ok, right? No one's hurt...I haven't...hurt anyone? I keep seeing things...Like nightmares but I'm awake and I can't seem to make it stop, and I can't sleep, and nothing's right over here right now. It's not just me either...but...everyone's ok? I have to make sure. I have to make sure everyone's ok. Tell me they're ok and I haven't done anything...there's so much blood. I want to say they're not real, that what I keep seeing just isn't...but I can't know for sure anymore. I've locked myself away...or I will after I send this. I shouldn't be out. I could hurt someone...I hope I haven't already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>ozwolf @ 2004-11-27T21:58:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-28T03:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-28T04:30:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bound for the Floor by Local H</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ever since getting back, I've been feeling off. First I chalked it up to being in Sunnydale for a while, then having a student suddenly to teach things to, but now I'm just wondering if it's something else. It's hard to explain. It's like...I'm sensing something but not sure what. I'm on edge. Maybe it's the talk I had with Tara before I left, I don't know. It could be normal things, it just doesn't feel that way though. I've also started having nightmares. They're the kind I haven't had in a long time, but used to have all the time...back when I first was getting used to the werewolf thing. I used to have horrible nightmares about...hurting everyone. My friends and family. No, not really hurting them. Killing and eating them if I'm going to be honest with myself. I had this horrible fear that I would lose control of the wolf and it would consume me, that I'd wake up me again but that it'd be too late. Maybe I'm not as over that fear as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordy's still freaking out. She came out and nearly demanded I track Angel down. I told her the truth. That sure, I'd love to, but vampires aren't very trackable. Humans have pheremones and sweat and other body scents that are unique to them. Vampries don't. Their bodies don't produce that stuff anymore, and so it'd be nearly like trying to track a lack of a trail. In Sunnydale it might be possible, but in L.A.? Forget it. I'd never be able to do it. Hell, if me and a &lt;i&gt;whole pack&lt;/i&gt; of werewolves were out there trying it probably couldn't be done. She's just going to have to wait till he shows again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I'm not sure he was wrong in his thinking here. I probably wouldn't have suggested it, but his logic isn't exactly off. I might have done the same thing if I'd been in his position. No. Not might have. I would have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped Fred's present off in the office, I haven't gotten much of a chance to see her since getting back, what with so much to do, Nina to teach, all that. Hope she likes it. It was this pretty little crystal mobile thing I found at the shop Dawn was working at. I think it's a wind chime. I'm not sure. It was just pretty and delicate and made me think of her, so I got it. Promised Dawn I would buy something there anyways, make her boss happy and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna peek in on Faith, see how she's doing, then see about some sleep. Nina's already asleep, I think she might be depressed. She's been really tired and short tempered. Not that I can blame her.</content>
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    <title>Back</title>
    <published>2004-11-20T05:57:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-20T05:57:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Creep by Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We're back in L.A. and I'm not so sure it's any better to be here. I'm still kind of spun by what went on in Sunnydale, strange to say. Finding out about Joyce, my talk with Tara, things with Dawn, Faith, everything. I don't know. I was half looking forward to just prowling the city for a night but there's this werewolf girl. Nina. I've got a responsibility to help her. So far she seems nice if not nervous and a little reluctant to actually &lt;i&gt;talk&lt;/i&gt; to me about things. I've been a werewolf for years, it's not like I don't get what's up. But she's new to it, so I guess there's bound to be some ammount of weirdness. I'm going to start teaching her the very basics of control. I've told Wes the kinds of charms and talismans I used before I got the tattoo-mojo-over that helped me get to where I am now with full control. This girl doesn't need or want to be doing the fighting evil thing, she just wants to know how to pretend she isn't a werewolf and how to not have to be caged on the full moons. Which I can teach her...in theory. Not everyone gets it. Everything being kind of zen and all about inner cool, she might not be ready to be open to it. Right now she seems to be on permanent 'freaked' mode, and who can blame her. Gunn filled me in on what happened to her while we were gone. But we'll just have to see. I'll keep at it. One thing I've got is patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there's Angel's little Dear John note. Cordy is NOT happy. I'm staying out of her way.</content>
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    <title>ozwolf @ 2004-11-02T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-02T05:15:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-02T05:15:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Still here in Sunny D. Still dealing with the stupid vampire problem. I got a cellphone. It's one of the new ones, reception's ok. I can take pictures with it, not that I think there's going to be a big demand for that. But whatever. I got it so Dawn could get ahold of me. I had Faith call Angel with it. I might check in soon too. Give Wes a call or something. Make sure there isn't anything dire going on there. If there isn't, I'd rather Faith and I stuck around until the problems here are better in hand. I've still managed to avoid most of the Scooby Crew. I'm playing guard dog on the Summer's house, and just in doing that I've taken out a few vampires that think it's a good idea to walk the residential areas. I got a little roughed up last night from a few of them travelling together, but nothing too serious.</content>
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    <title>Hangin in the Dale</title>
    <published>2004-10-22T21:38:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-22T21:38:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Take to the Sky, by Tori Amos</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I've been checking up on Faith still. I let her see me, well, wolf me anyways. Easier to hide that way. Sure I don't really look like a dog, but most people in Sunnydale will specifically ignore a wolf and say it's a dog. I mean, they're great at that repression thing. So I can get away with it pretty easily here. But she's ok. And she knows that I'm checking up on her. I'm sure she'd whistle and call me over if she needed anything, or wanted to chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm still trying to catch up with Tara, and I think I'm going to drop in and talk to Dawn. Kid gets shuffled around and forgotten a lot last time I checked, and I don't think she's on the anti-oz bus. So I'll go see if she wants to go get a milkshake or something. She's a good kid, I'd like to see her, see what's what.</content>
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