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After thinking long and hard about this, I’ve decided I am going to drop Dawn here at ECHO. It has nothing to do with any of the other players or the plot or anything like that. It is just that I honestly don’t have the time anymore. I have a job that takes up a majority of my free time now, and will be starting school again in the fall after two years of being out of school, so I don’t want the temptation of any of my rp’s getting in the way of my education again.

Another factor is that I simply have no more inspiration left for her. I feel like it’s unfair for me to keep her on principle when someone else could probably be more interested and do her more justice here. I have tried my best to wrap up any important plots of hers before leaving, so anyone auditioning for her can have a semi-fresh start.

With that being said, I am not completely leaving ECHO. I will still stay on as an admin of the rpg, as well as still play Peter Parker. I will also continue to play Dawn at IEG, if any of my non-ECHO followers are interested in checking that out. Thank you for making my time as Dawn here enjoyable and I hope everyone understands this difficult decision I had to make.

1 year ago with 3 notes
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ENCRYPTED EMAIL TO DAWN SUMMERS

william-north:

Miss Summers, 

During our last meeting, you asked me to inform you if I was to find anything of import relating to Miss. Maclay’s situation. I have just received word from two of my colleagues; Agent Wyndam-Pryce and Agent Odison, both of whom were tasked with a highly classified mission.

What I am about to tell you Miss. Summers, should be shared with the least amount of people possible as this information is highly sensitive in nature. Upon further studying the Norse God Loki’s sceptre, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s scientists came to the conclusion that the gem powering the sceptre was not the first of it’s kind. As the situation was both Asgardian and Supernatural in nature, I assigned the only two agents I saw were able for the task. Their in-depth research has revealed the existence of a gem knows as the ‘Soul Gem.’

This gem, when used, allows the user to control, manipulate, and alter the structure of a soul. I am currently awaiting the word of Agent Odinson, who I believe, has been made known to the gem’s current location.

As this is a delicate matter, I will be assembling a team to retrieve this gem.     

If you have any further questions, proceed to contact me on this address. 

Respectfully, 

Lt Colonel. William North, 
Executive Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division of the United States of America. 

Director North,

This is excellent news! Any and all research I’ve been doing turned up blank. I was about to give up. Thank you so much for keeping me in the loop.

I will keep my mouth shut and let you tell who you see fit, since I’m not a “classified information” sort of person so it’s hard for me to judge. However, if you are assembling a task force, I have a suggestion. I’m sure you’ve heard of the witch, Willow Rosenberg? She’s very capable and has personal stake in the situation with Tara’s soul. I humbly suggest you put her on this task force, because she’ll literally do whatever it takes to get it from wherever it’s from. Her email is [encrypted link] if you wish to follow my advice.

Once again, thank you so much for helping me—us out. 

Sincerely,

Dawn Summers

1 year ago with 1 note — via william-north
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Classified Information | Dawn & William

william-north:

He studied her intently as she spoke, noting down every movement from the way her eyes darkened as she spoke about her friend to the way her sweaty hands rubbed her jeans. She was an amalgam of nervous and scared, her fear he deduced was from her telling him the truth about Tara Maclay but other than that, she wasn’t lying. That much William North knew for absolute certain as he minimized the computer screen and waited for her to finish, his hands were joined together and placed on his desk while his eyes focused on her, giving away no sign of emotion.

I’m sorry. I didn’t cross any ethical or moral line though. I don’t know what you were implying but there wasn’t any like, ritual sacrifice or anything like that, promise.

“Miss. Summers, we are dealing with the resurrection of a human being. Now, I may not be well versed in the art of magic or the conjuring of spells yet I am well aware of the repercussions such acts hold.” His voice was sharp and intimidating when he talked, having seen his fair share of people trying to raise their loved ones from the dead, William knew that it never ended well for anyone involved. He watched as the fear in her eyes grew as his words sliced through whatever courage she’d tried to build up, in the end she only asked for his help to fix the girl’s soul; any easy enough request but it seemed near impossible.

“Having said that, Miss. Summers, I will keep my personal opinions concerning this matter to myself as your answer held true to my given stipulations,” it was the only answer he could offer her to ease her current worries. His position at S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t entitle him to pass personal judgment on Dawn Summers or any of his agents, on the contrary, his position entitled him to help any of agents when they required it. “The matter at hand will require further research on my part,” he paused shortly before continuing once again, “I have agreed to help you, all of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s vast resources are at your disposal Miss. Summers. However, I will advise you not to retain high hopes of a positive outcome,” no remorse, no anger, only plain objectivity reflected in his words.

He pulled out various files from his virtual computer, most of the research relating to the paranormal in nature rather than the usual scientific nature, “I advise that you bring Miss. Maclay to our medical bay for further tests as our number one priority at the moment is to slow down the deterioration of her soul.” 

Dawn didn’t know what to make of the looks North was giving her…or even, lack of looks at all. His face was blank. He didn’t look angry or concerned or anything, just a blank canvas nobody had bothered to even put a base coat of paint on. Somehow this was even more unnerving than if he was flying off the handle or crying or anything like that. His completely straight face was almost mocking her, trying to get her to break for something she didn’t do and should be broken for. It made her squirm in her chair as she finished talking.

'Miss. Summers, we are dealing with the resurrection of a human being. Now, I may not be well versed in the art of magic or the conjuring of spells yet I am well aware of the repercussions such acts hold.'

"It was sort of an accident," she muttered, looking down at the carpet for a moment. "I didn’t mean to bring her back." He then openly agreed to help, and Dawn couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she looked up at him. "Yeah, the details aren’t important, you’re right. What is important is that the situation needs to be taken care of, and I appreciate you assisting me in that." Dawn stood up, still unable to read North’s blank face or feel the body language of his firm handshake as she stuck her hand out in gratitude.

"I’ll make use of the expanded access as I can, thank you, Director North." She turned to leave, glancing over her shoulder to add, "You know my email if you find anything, and vise versa of course. Thanks again." Dawn still couldn’t believe North had agreed to help her. He seemed so straight laced she thought she was about to get a lecture to rival all Buffy lectures. But she’s been pleasantly surprised. Score one for North.

'I advise that you bring Miss. Maclay to our medical bay for further tests as our number one priority at the moment is to slow down the deterioration of her soul.'

As her hand reached the doornob, she froze. Tara would hate that. She hated hospitals and had good reason to. Was it really necessary? Did Tara need go to through more trauma like that? No, but Dawn wouldn’t tell North that. “We’ll think about it,” she said over her shoulder. “Thanks again,” she added before leaving the man’s office and making a mental note to not leave Tara’s side until this was figured out.

1 year ago with 4 notes — via william-north, © littlemissjuniorwatcher
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Classified Information | Dawn & William

william-north:

William had been working away, his latest meeting with the Security Council hadn’t exactly gone according to plan and now he was working overtime to ensure that all of the agents still had their jobs by the end of the week. He was a few special agents short with Thor Odinson returning back to Asgard to seek his father’s consul, Wesley Wyndam Pryce on research leave, and three of his top agents Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers, and Sharon Carter assigned to observe HYDRAs movement. He heard the knock on his door but didn’t raise his head, he’d told everyone to keep out of his office unless it was urgent, the door opened by itself and in walked a young girl who The Director was quite familiar with; Dawn Summers, younger sister of the Slayer Buffy Summers. He observed her with a raise of his eyebrow, her anxiety showed as clear as day and she was making no attempt to hide it.

He waited until she’d finished introducing herself and her credentials before speaking, “I am aware of whom you are and the position you hold at my Organization, Miss. Summers. If you are here I assume there is something important you wish to speak to me about,” he briefly glanced at the wall clock before speaking, “Unfortunately, I do not have much time to spare and so we will have to make this meeting brief.” He motioned to the chair in front of his desk, “Please take a seat,” he finished politely, rising from his chair and sitting only when the young girl had as well. The lack of time doing nothing to hinder his manners as he crossed his legs and sat rigidly against the chair; his posture showing not only the regality he possessed but the attention he was paying to the girl in front of him.

The topic she spoke of was something he’d never come across before, as an agent of S.H.E.I.L.D. and both HYDRA, he’d seen many experiments and scenarios that would’ve baffled even the most open minded man but when it came to the Supernatural, he was wading through uncharted waters. He wasn’t about to turn a blind eye to the girl, she had offered up her services in their time of need and now it was time to repay the favor and from what it seemed, he was her last hope. “Miss. Summers, before we continue any further, this friend you speak of, I will require her name to process through our database.” He nodded as he heard her speak the woman’s name before tapping his desk and pulling up the virtual computer that Stark had designed for him. With the help of a few simple taps on his keyboard, he’d pulled up anything and everything concerning the girl, Tara Maclay who from his brief reading, he’d found out was a witch and on record was branded officially deceased.

He paused between is reading and turned his attention back to the young girl in front of him, “The official records indicate that your friend Miss. Maclay was shot and killed three years ago. Before I agree to help you, I need to know everything about her, following that day and if the events in any way cross the line of morality then I am afraid that neither I, nor my Organization will assist you.” William was a simple man who carried a set of very simple rules one that he knew he wouldn’t break for anyone, not even the girl in front of him and so he gave the girl the chance to say her piece before he came to any decision.

'Miss. Summers, before we continue any further, this friend you speak of, I will require her name to process through our database.'

Secret organizations, secret agents. Everything was secret and hush-hush, so part of Dawn was actually mildly wary of giving Tara’s name over to Director North. But she knew that in order for him to help her, she’d have to trust him. SHIELD were the good guys, after all. Still, it was hard to trust people outside of her circle of friends sometimes, especially with all the things she’d seen. North was probably just thinking that exact same way. He had a hard time trusting Dawn, just going off of faith. She couldn’t say she blamed him. The world was a cruel place, full of traitors and double agents and he’d probably seen more of both, and much more than that, than Dawn ever would. So she’d respect his wishes, and play by his rules.

"T-tara. Her name is Tara Maclay," Dawn croaked, watching in slight awe as a virtual computer literally just popped right out of the desk top. She was sure SHIELD had plenty about her, because they had plenty about everyone. With the right search words, Dawn could figure out who used to pick up their trash in Sunnydale every week, where they were now, and every single bit of information in between. It was really fascinating, and it also explained the mildly confused look on North’s face as he turned back to Dawn. Everything about this man seemed to be ‘mildly’. His tone, his demeanor, absolutely everything was just straight across, but so intense at the same time. It was one of those things that was hard to explain, but you’d never forget it if it was happening to you.

'The official records indicate that your friend Miss. Maclay was shot and killed three years ago.'

"Because she was," Dawn spit out before thinking. Probably for the best she was being honest though. "She was shot three years ago. She’d been dead those three years too, your records aren’t lying." She started to rub her hands absentmindedly on her jeans, trying to get the sweat off of them if she could. "I sorta…brought her back on accident. A spell I cast ended in me accidentally pulling her out of her heavenly dimension and into reality. There’s really no better way to explain, I’m sorry. I didn’t cross any ethical or moral line though. I don’t know what you were implying but there wasn’t any like, ritual sacrifice or anything like that, promise." She attempted to swallow the lump in her throat, but to no success. 

"Now there’s something funny going on with her. She used to be really good at magicks, now she can’t even float a pencil without a nosebleed. Her and our friend Oz did something with a crystal, I’m not sure what exactly they didn’t say, but they concluded something is wrong with her soul. I personally think it’s unstable from her being ripped from another dimension or whatever…I just—I need to fix it and if you can help me, Mr. North, please do?"

1 year ago with 4 notes — via william-north, © littlemissjuniorwatcher
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i’m sure there’s tons of stuff like this. you know, procedures we can use that don’t involve magic spells: just good, solid detective work! and we can develop a database of tooth impressions and demon skin samples, and… i could wear high heels more often.

i’m sure there’s tons of stuff like this. you know, procedures we can use that don’t involve magic spells: just good, solid detective work! and we can develop a database of tooth impressions and demon skin samples, and… i could wear high heels more often.

1 year ago with 95 notes — via sharedbytwo
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Classified Information | Dawn & William

SHIELD security clearance had it’s benefits. Before the security upgrades after the vampire attack, Dawn’s clearance had been pretty much grandfathered into the system, and she still had access to practically the whole building. She could get onto almost every floor and had access to almost every office, even the new director. North was just the man she needed to speak to. Tara’s soul was on the fritz or messed up or however you wanted to put it. Something was seriously wrong with it. It was unstable and making her go insane and Dawn felt like it was mostly her fault. Even if Tara continually told her not to blame herself, she was going to and they both knew it. But the best thing for a guilty conscience? Take care of the problem you caused.

Dawn arrived at room 1101, the office of Director William North. His name was on a little placard on the door. She knocked curtly on the door, waiting a few moments and then waving her security card in front of the reader. The door clicked open and she slipped inside, finding North sitting at his desk. She immediately adopted a professional, but apologetic tone. “I’m sorry to just barge in like this, Mr. North. I’m Dawn Summers. Watcher with the Slayer Organization and head of supernatural research here at SHIELD.” She cleared her throat and glanced around the room. It was neat. There was a place for everything and everything had it’s place, as the saying went. 

"I come to you because I have a matter to discuss with you. May I sit?" She was shocked by her own professionalism. It was hard to not talk the way she usually did. She had to be on the mental look out for the temptation to constantly end words with "y". On a far wall, Dawn could see a web on a large cork-board, building connections with pieces of string about Loki and HYDRA and any other threats the world faces. "I know you’re a busy man, so I’ll jump right to the chase. A friend of mine has an unstable soul. I don’t know how it’s happened, and more importantly, I don’t know how to fix it. I’ve combed through the vast library of the Slayer Organization and even here at SHIELD, and I’ve found nothing. I was wondering if anything, anything at all, comes to mind that I might be overlooking?" Her professional tone faded away slightly at her next words, acting more like the scared child that still dwelled deep inside her. "Anything…please…"

1 year ago with 4 notes
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tara—maclay:

littlemissjuniorwatcher:

[pm] Okay no this is good. I’m gonna go talk to someone about this, do some research. Just hang tight okay? 

[pm] Oh, I’m hanging. Very tightly!

…Not literally. I mean, obviously.

And sweetie? Thank you… I mean, I know you blame yourself for what happened; but I think if you weren’t around, things would be a lot harder. Like, a lot.

I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.

[pm] Um…you’re welcome, Tara. I love you too. I have to stop myself from saying I’m sorry again. 

1 year ago with 6 notes — via tara--maclay, © littlemissjuniorwatcher
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tara—maclay:

littlemissjuniorwatcher:

[pm] You’re not going Angelus on us or anything right? Like, what exactly is wrong with your soul? This…this is good though. This narrows down the research. God, I’m so sorry, Tara.

[pm] Oh God. Honey, no. That’s not going to happen, okay? I just… I don’t know. Oz brought some crystals over and one reacted really strangely and, just… I did some research and it’s all kind of… fallen into place? Willow couldn’t find me, Oz couldn’t smell me… This is why. I think. I think this is why.

And please. Stop blaming yourself.

[pm] Okay no this is good. I’m gonna go talk to someone about this, do some research. Just hang tight okay? 

1 year ago with 6 notes — via tara--maclay, © littlemissjuniorwatcher
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tara—maclay replied to your post: [pm] Sweetie? We need to talk. It’s, um… I think…

[pm] I’m fine. I’m okay, don’t worry. It’s just… Dawnie, it’s my soul. Something… something’s wrong with it.

[pm] You’re not going Angelus on us or anything right? Like, what exactly is wrong with your soul? This…this is good though. This narrows down the research. God, I’m so sorry, Tara.

1 year ago with 6 notes
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tara--maclay → [pm] Sweetie? We need to talk. It's, um... I think I've figured out what's wrong with me. With Oz's help, I mean. Oz helped.

[pm] W-What? Really? Um…what is it? Are you okay?

1 year ago with 1 note
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