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Summary: Not the most original title, but it'll do for now. Any FFAs that aren't part of the other stories. Just in: Satsu/Hajime Ichinose (Gatchaman Crowds)

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(Moderator)JoeHundredaireFR184261,801635188,54824 Aug 0624 Aug 13Yes

Public Relations (Illyria/Ray Embrey)

Title: Public Relations
Author: JoeHundredaire (
Rating: PG/FR13.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Buffyverse, the Hancock movie universe (which might get a sequel, according to Will Smith), or… no, that's it today. Not mine!
Summary: After his success rehabilitating Hancock, Ray Embrey attracts a new client…
Joe's Note: I hate my brain some days.

     "Mr. Embrey? Your three 'o clock is here."

     Looking up from the papers in front of him, Ray Embrey squinted at the clock hanging on the wall. Already? It was only… three 'o clock. Hmm. Had he really been working on the Pfizer pitch for five straight hours? Sweeping his work into a folder, he tried to make his desk look a bit more presentable. "Send them in, Melissa."

     Ray could hear two female voices outside his office, one the perky voice of his secretary and the other a bit stiffer and deeper but still female. Pulling up Outlook, he glanced at his calendar. Illyria? She had to be a new client; he prided himself on remembering everyone and every project starting from the first meeting. Then the twin doors slammed open, and Ray's jaw dropped.

     Blue. That was his first impression of Illyria: she was very blue. Well, assuming Illyria was an individual and not the corporation this woman was representing. Although that wasn't entirely fair: she was blue, yes, but there was also lots of red and black and some of her hair was brown. All in all, she was without a doubt the strangest person to have walked through his doors in his career.

     "You were responsible for the rehabilitation of the Immortal known as 'Hancock'." Without waiting for an invitation, Illyria pulled out a chair and seated herself on the other side of his desk. "You will aid me similarly or I will take your spine as a sign of my warning for others and approach one of your competitors."

     Gulping nervously, Ray patted his pocket and wondered if he could possibly get a text message off to his wife without Illyria noticing. Mary was even stronger than Hancock, and after some of the things he'd seen Hancock do… surely she could take Illyria in a fight. His hand slipped into his pocket and withdrew his Blackberry, and he was just pushing the first button to start a message when Illyria's fist came down hard on the surface of his desk. The sturdy wooden surface exploded into a shower of splinters, leaving Ray sitting there with no cover and Illyria looking rather unamused.

     "Right then. So, let's start with the obvious problem: how you go about interfacing with the public…"
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