All the secrets.

[bringsbadnews]

You think I like keeping this all to myself? I don't but what do you expect? [He can't tell them about the future, how can he? Every single one of his friends from L.A. who are with him, end up dying. It's not exactly a feel good and inspiring topic to bring up.]

It doesn't matter, I'll find a way to change what happens. It's what I do. [Along with making terrible decisions, including some recent ones, but who's counting?]

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[bigbad]

Keeping secrets and making decisions for people. You really never change.

[Sup, Angel, you can tell Spike's from your time because.... well, actually he looks exactly the same so you can't. But hey, he hasn't hit you yet.]

[bringsbadnews]

I'm willing to bet most people in my position would be doing the same thing.

[bigbad]

I wouldn't. [...maybe. To some extent.] You could at least tell Fred to set Knox on fire. What if she vanishes tomorrow?

[bringsbadnews]

I'm planning on it. [Just not yet. He needs to figure out how to approach the subject without making her even more suspicious.]

Would you really want to tell Fred about everything that happens? [Time to try and gauge when he's from.]

[fuckingvisions]

Ya know, Cordy doesn't care much for secrets Angel. [ Translation; Why havent you told me whatever's up yet?]

[bringsbadnews]

I know she doesn't. [Doesn't elaborate beyond that. Knows what Doyle is asking but not going to acknowledge that he does.]

...*logs into right account*

[dublinbrogue]

I dont think ya really wanna be smacked by her man, trust me she's got quite the hand on her.

Guess what I'm tryin' ta say man is that if ya need someone ta talk to you know I'm here. And I wont rat ya out.

[bringsbadnews]

Thanks, Doyle. I appreciated it but I've got it under control. [Except he doesn't at all. He has a few ideas but there are so many unknown variables he has to figure out first.]

[verydistinct]

You do what you have to, right?

[bringsbadnews]

Exactly. [Studies him, he's going to guess he's not Lindsey or else he'd get a very snide comment. He'd go by his scent but his senses aren't as amped up as they used to be.]

[verydistinct]

Depends on what you're keeping and who from though.

[Well, he's definitely less of a jackass, that's for sure. Unless it's a trick.]

Not really my place to say if it is or not.

[bringsbadnews]

I've got my reasons and I plan on changing things anyway, so it won't matter in the end. [One way or another, he'll get the Door or whatever else is out there in their world to let people transport back and forth freely.]

[allthatmatters]

[Someone is rolling their eyes at you, Angel.] If your people couldn't handle it, they wouldn't be working with you in the first place.

[bringsbadnews]

It's not that simple.

[ascents]

Problems, champ?

[bringsbadnews]

Cordy.

[Quickly shakes his head.] Nothing I can't handle.

[ascents]

Oh! Being all vague-y about it. Cute. You know that doesn't really work on me, right?

[bringsbadnews]

[Grins a little.] It was worth a try?

[Then his expression grows serious.] I've run into a lot of complications I wasn't expecting, but I plan on handling it. [He has to.]

[wellpastsaving]

Still fighting a war against the inevitable. That's the Angel I remember.

[bringsbadnews]

Darla. [Seeing her after all this time, is, well, something else...]

That's the difference between you and I. You call it inevitable, I call it a challenge.

[wellpastsaving]

Maybe I just know a losing battle when I see one.

[bringsbadnews]

[Pauses for a second.]

When was the last time you saw me?

[slay]

If you really didn't like hiding it, you'd have the rest of us helping you change it. You'd tell us, instead of ... instead of playing with us and trying to act all lone ranger.

[bringsbadnews]

I'm not playing anyone. [Not intentionally, anyway. In his eyes he's protecting them.

Studies her for a moment before his gaze meets hers.]

You're closer to my time here, aren't you?

[slay]

Bordering on ahead of it, actually. Please gloss any Rome and Immortal-related questions for the sake of me not giving into that twitchy urge to hit you. Are you out of your mind? Angel, the things you're keeping hidden -- from Spike, from me?