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Angelus is pacing in Principal Connor's office out of boredom when he's suddenly knocked off his feet, slamming his back against the floor. He starts to get up, only for a large Doc Marten to stomp down on his chest followed by the press of the point of a long wooden spear against his ribs directly above his heart.

Principal Connor glares down at him with narrowed eyes and practically growls, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shove this through your fucking heart, asshole."

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Angelus looked back up at her, his hands held up above his head. He winced as her boot stomped down on the rib left tender by Buffy's ministrations of the previous day, but otherwise didn't move. "Can I at least ask what it is I've been accused of?"

Principal Connor makes a face. "What haven't you been accused of at this point? Harrassment, destruction of property, attempted murder ... you keep this shit up and I WILL turn you into a pile of dust so fast you won't even be able to smirk first."

She levels her gaze at him and says, "I'm not expelling you, but I can make your life a living hell. And if you don't stay on your best behavior, I'll have a soul put back in you before you know what's hit you. You are scaring the shit out of my students and I won't have it."

"Ow, with the boot, by the way," Angelus winced. "Look, if this is about Harris's bed I'll pay you back. But harrassment? Attempted murder? Did soul boy take over and somebody forgot to tell me?"

Principal Connor scowls down at Angelus. "You might want to try practicing your innocent act. A lot."

A mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Principal Connor says, "You have a choice. A.) You lay off the psychologically fucking with the rest of the students and I let you live, B.) You don't, I get one of the magic-users to spell the dorm so you can't go in without MY invitation, I move you to the utility closet and lock you in except for classes, or C.) ..." She twirls the spear in her hands meaningfully, the point digging into his shirt. "... I give that janitor of ours something to dust."

"Principal Connor," Angelus said, slowly and carefully. "I don't lie when the truth serves my purposes so much better. And believe you me, if I'd wanted to kill somebody on campus the charge wouldn't be attempted murder. Yeah, I left the gifts on 217. Gifts. Little girls didn't like it, Sidle gave me detention. Which, by the way, you might notice I haven't protested, or tried to cheat my way out of. I do the crime, I do the time.

So if I am to be punished like the bad, bad boy that I am, let me again ask what it is exactly that I've done to deserve it. Done, Principal, not been accused of. Because of accusations are all that it takes to get staked around here, I'd like to accuse Spike of making the video that killed the radio star."

"Yeah, well, your idea of a gift scared the hell out of them. You might want to learn how to hit on a girl without mental scarring."

Principal Connor finally backs down, stepping away from Angelus so that he can get to his feet but still holding the spear level with his heart. "I am hereby issuing crucifixes to the entire student body, if they haven't already gotten them. And I will be keeping my eye on you, Angelus. You try anything I've got some solid proof for, and I will have your head."

(OOC: Don't mind her. If there's a chance for Sarah to overreact and beat the crap out of someone, God knows she'll take it. ;))

*satisfied that the principal has things well in hand, rover, who had remained silently in the background, rolls to the door and squeaks through it to start his patrol*

((OOC: to accuse Spike of making the video that killed the radio star

*rover just caught the reference and fanballs Angelus' brilliance*))

"Zero tolerance policy," Angelus sat up, rubbing his chest where her boot had been. "I can respect that. Used the same thing with all of my minions. It's a good idea. Safety of your students and faculty does come first."

Angelus looked up at her. "So, when does the official school restraining order come in that says Buffy Summers can't come within 100 feet of me? Because in case you haven't noticed - " he gestured to the black eye that, while faded from yesterday, was still visible " - she not only threatened my life - with fire, I believe, so here's hoping those dorm walls aren't too flammable - but she physically assaulted me and I didn't lift one finger against her. No telling what she might do next. I fear for my life."

((OOC: bows))

*rover stopped wiggling through the door and rolled back into the office to await orders from the principal.*

(OOC: No worries. On both the text and meta level if he does the crime he should be all means be made to do the time. He's not omnipotent. Just don't expect him to think that it's fair since, other than the stalking, he really didn't do a single thing. Well, besides insult Buffy, but he considers that flirting. ;) )

Principal Connor stares at him for a long moment, then grimaces. "Unfortunately, that's fair. I'll speak to Miss Summers when I get a chance and inform her that she is not to hit and harrass any of my students anymore than ... say, you are."

[OOC: Oooo. 80's flashback!]

Angelus smiled, spreading his arms wide in the universal gesture of people reaching an accord. "All I ask is fair, Principal. I am a fair kind of guy."

[ OOC: Well, not River, actually. She's not all that spooked. When you've seen Reavers, Angelus just loses a lot of his oomph. :) Besides, she's more interested in the knives than the rose or the teddy bear. After all...

*singing* " A girl needs a knife..." :) ]

[ooc: Sadly, not like Angelus knows that since he only knows what Sidle told him. What I'd *love* is if somebody would finally say something like "Maia was freaked!" just so everyone could see the look on his face.]

((OOC: As you wish))

((OOC: [smooch]))

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