"Connor I think it might be best if you found er, off campus housing."

Connor shrugged defensively. "Giles I didn't sneak into the Slayer's dorm. They have a habit of raiding the Watchers dorm."

Giles sighed and wiped his glasses. "Yes Connor I know. But from what Willow tells me you are a large reason as to why they do so. I think the absence of so er, well known a personage as yourself would help restore some order."

And so here he was, off campus housing. The cabbie was good enough to help him move his stuff into the building itself, since it was raining, but from there he was on his own. Connor probably tipped him more than was proper.

The duffel back over his shoulder clattered as he stacked some boxes on top of each other. More than someone his size should have been able to handle.

[Open!]

So some of you have already met this boy, but some of you might not have. Connor is from the spinoff of Buffy the Vampire Slayer called Angel. He is the son of Angel and Darla. He was abducted as an infant, raised in hell, returned to Earth, was manipulated by various villains before pretty much going insane and having his memories wiped.

They were returned and he made his peace with his daddy and then they went to another hell, and worked together there and once they got out. That's the very short version of canon.

Differences from canon, Connor was a bit younger when he got back from hell, and after his memories were wiped he went to a school in New Orleans. Upon his return from hell he attended Loyola University where he studied Occult History. He got a job keeping New Orleans safe from Humans and Demons that threatened the truce there.

After his sophomore year he was finally accepted into the newly reopened Watchers Academy, which brings us to now.

Ah, another night of keeping the peace in the Big Easy. With no invasions or coup attempts or what have you, things were pretty peaceful. Just the occasional evil magic user or Demonic tourist that needed to be taught the rules.

After cleaning Lugh's cage, he set about making himself dinner. His recent conversations with Mina had reminded him he needed to call his father. And his foster parents. It might be too early to call the Reillys. They'd be all getting ready for work or school. But his dad might be getting in off of a long night.

So he spent his hours before bed listening to his father's tales of Angels and animals turned to humans, and wished he had something more interesting to tell him in return.

[Post is open for any visitors.]

Just because it's been awhile I thought I'd put up an info post for all my kiddies.

( In the order that they appear on my lj login )

At first, Connor had taken the job in New Orleans as a way to make some money, and maybe make up for some of his past misdeeds. But now, he found he rather liked it. Did he want to be doing it forever? He didn't know. But it was nice for now.

It was also nice to come back to this quiet, unusual town. With people he knew and liked, and the occasional bout of weirdness.

And bignets and coffee on the roof of the gazebo wasn't a bad day to start the morning either.

[Open]

In the aftermath of the Scourge invasion, New Orleans had slowly been rebuilding. Jack Calloway had taken up Crowley's position as head of the Supernatural Police Force, and had been doing a good job. But the most important position had yet to be filled. In the absence of one half of the ruling body of the city, there had been tension. But tonight, finally it seemed someone was going to make sure that Humans and Demons got along.

Philip Leveau was closemouthed about who it was, but he was confident that it would put everything in order again. If, slightly different.

Connor, as one of the notables of the city stood with Lane at the ceremony that would introduce the Baron's successor.

"Why did I need to bring Lugh?" Connor asked. The rabbit was cradled in the crook of his arm, looking around with interest.

"You and he are both unique." Philip explained. "You are both part of what makes New Orleans special."

Connor shrugged. He couldn't argue there. As he'd said to Meg a few weeks ago, things in his life were starting to look up. New apartment, new friends, even having Gwen borderline stalk him served to lift his spirits. So his status as one of a kind didn't bother him as much as it might once have.

He did kind of wish that Faith was here. She had been there when he'd first met the Baron, it seemed strange to not have her here now.

His attention turned suddenly back to the ceremony when the fire in the center of the gathering leaped spectacularly, and a woman stepped out.

"Behold," Philip said, his voice hushed. "The Baron's successor, Mama Legba."

Connor's brows shot up. "Mama? I thought Legba was a man."

From Mileux

"Most men do." she said mischievously. Reaching out a graceful hand, she scratched Lugh between the ears. "I am Loa. I am whatever I wish to be. You need not fear your destiny Connor Angel, Dhampir. It has already been fulfilled, and defeated. You are free."

[Believe it or not, open. But NFB due to distance.]

Connor had been given an interesting homework assignment, which he was now working on. He had to read both Dracula, and read a book of essays about the book by many occult scholars, even including one by the man himself. Then to write their own essay based on that and their own occult experience.

Open! Yee!

I will be off this weekend working on a Firefly Fan-Film. I'll be around possibly late at night.

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[Open for anyone who wants to stop by.]

Connor's partner Lane was meant to be keeping him busy for a while until Angel could get everything set up. He was happy to have some help from the guy with the Hobgoblin butler, as he had no idea how to set up a party. A few of Connor's other friends from New Orleans were helping too.

"Attendance might be scarce." Tim warned. "There's a lot of parties and stuff going on this weekend. Including a brunch over at the Tea Shop."

"More food and fun for the rest of us then." Jack Calloway grinned. He reached for the pizza rolls, but Hobson slapped his hand.

[Open to all! OCD coming.]