Edit Storyline A musical, visual journey. Recorded and filmed on location, it resurrects ancient and forgotten folk music from Sri Lanka, Thailand, Indonesia, Maldives, India and Myanmar. The experience is brought to life for a contemporary audience through a minimalist orchestration of modern electronic waves and flows, thereby preserving the integrity of the music. The musicians come primarily from the coastal communities, towns and villages practically wiped of the world map by the Tsunami of December 26, 2004. It's beauty lies in it's purity and simplicity, a non-judgmental point of view. For the international team who came together, Laya Project is a personal and collective tribute to the resilience of the human spirit. Written by Harold Monfils Plot Summary, Add Synopsis Details Release Date: 5 March 2007 (USA) See more » Box Office Budget: 350, 000 (estimated) See more on IMDbPro » Company Credits Technical Specs Color: Color (HDV 1080i50) Aspect Ratio: 1. 78: 1. high definition) See full technical specs ».
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Watch Full Laya project home page. Layla Fanfic Dunelmian Awaits: Dunelmian by Rail It was early in the summer term of 1998, at St. Thom Hule. Most of the students going into their second year of A levels were hyper focused on getting into the university of their choosing. Imogen Parker was no different. Her partner in crime, and life, Layla Smith was a little more relaxed upon the subject; she was open to studying pretty much anything but Business Studies. All the same Layla had gallantly volunteered to escort Imogen north, to tour the university's shed received offers from. She knew a few days out of Rosewater would do them both good. The Davidsons were more than capable of fighting the forces of evil without any help. Bob had a new generation of power suit he wanted to test. His Dad had been in their line of work all of his adult life and Barnabys athletic prowess could easily be called in as backup, but most situations didnt call for that. It was mainly sitting in Barnaby's Acura trying to keep warm whilst parked by the graveyard ready to dust a few grave fresh baby bats. It turned out the watchers council payed a flat mileage, and the Acura had a great MPG compared to George Davidsons big Chevy Muscle Car. Boberts new database helped keep this time to a minimum: it correlated Police reports, death certificates and coroner's reports with burial records of “bite and total exsanguination victims”. It was proving invaluable to them. Less time sitting in graveyards, more time as regular teenagers and a hell of a lot more time studying for exams. Layla could do with less D grades if she wanted to be at the same university, or any university, near Imogen. Rob had even managed to get a few accidentally cremated though ‘computer glitches! Oddly enough Imogen didnt recall applying to Dunelmians premier ‘Paranormal Studies Institute (PSI. Shed wanted to, but was worried her parents, her brother and sister would make fun of her dropping classics for ‘fringe science. The institute had sent her a long veritable scroll of an unconditional offer letter. Along with a more than generous full scholarship to cover fees, books and resources. Imogen would barely have to take out a student loan. Her parents had been totally made up about that. Her siblings had never had offers like that. The letter had invited her for a visit and a one on one conducted tour with one of the departments most lauded lecturers Dr. Steven MacIntyre, a paranormalist with a fine reputation and unconventional theories about alternative realities. Imogen had read all of his papers and books with great interest, never expecting to meet and quiz the man himself. It had been a five hour rail journey, theyd spent the time listening to CDs with Layla air drumming above the tray table. Imogen chose to read some ancient tomes in Latin. Theyd agreed to switch from Layla's choice in heavy metal: Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, to Imogens Garbage, L7 and Republica every other CD. A compromise Layla was becoming used to as Imogens less than bookish side began to show through. Imogen was beginning to develop her own taste in music, and punking up her style as much as the Thom Hule student dress code would allow. She was attempting to be more glam and refuse to fade into the background. Making the life choice to keep standing next to the jaw droppingly stunning, gothic beauty whod stolen her heart. Well, that had been a turning point for a lot of things. Imogen was ready for university not only academically, but also to emerge as a fully formed, cooler, more confident version of herself. Imogen 2. 0, she liked to think of herself, just like the name of the new Garbage album - Garbage 2. 0. A butterfly escaping from a Rosweater shaped chrysalis. As much as she loved her family, not being an hour away up the road, like Joshua was in Cambridge had its benefits. She dreamed of leaving her nerdy high school reputation, far behind. Perhaps she could emerge from this Rosewater chrysalis as some sort of sassy, sexy and super confident Shirley Manson-esque Imogen? Little did she know though, that was exactly the Imogen that Layla had fallen in love with; after all she was still the girl who hadnt realised the most attractive boy in school had had a massive crush on her. At least new Imogen could reply now hand on heart “Im not even in to boys”. To The Stains of When I Grow Up by Garbage, the diesel locomotive started darting between old pit villages and wide open moorland, across a massive viaduct with views over the small city. There was a castle, a cathedral and numerous brutalist 60s buildings associated with the university, local and national government. It was was so much bigger than Rosewater. There looked to be pubs and college bars on every street. Layla imagined there would be alternative nightclubs hosting band nights, as well as rock and metal nights for almost every day of the week. She for one was looking forward to a city to enjoy going out in, not just hanging around graveyards. A bustling city, even a small one, made her pine ever so slightly for home. Layla hefted her pannier bags from the overhead locker onto her shoulder, with the supernatural ease of the Slayer. The panniers went with her 125CC BSA Bantam D1. The bike was little but it had managed to take her and Imogen from Little Rosewater to the main line railway station at Gloucester in some style. It wouldnt manage the motorways so well laden and Imogen was still a new and nervous pillion passenger. But for a old rocker at heart it was all Laya had ever wanted. It was also a legitimate excuses to include more leather in her wardrobe. Shed enjoyed tinkering with the thing with Robert, Barnaby and their Dad. Next time another vampire biker gang came to town theyd get a run for their money! Layla hated to let any foe get away especially now she had so many people to protect. 2. Secrets Revealed They were finally on the northern platform of the small victorian railway station. It was full of milling tourists, here to see the citys historic treasures. The intrepid duo walked past the ticket office and coffee place with a certain purpose, away from the crowd and out the main exit, towards a small road lined with a steep stone walls and trees to one side. They heard a whistle and turned to see a bespeckled thirty something man with a close cropped hair and beard. His attire was a fashionable, if somewhat retro, three piece suit and black shirt paired somewhat at odds with a pair of square toed biker boots and a full length leather coat. He was perched on the bonnet of a jet black Audi holding a sign bearing both their names. Imogen recognised him immediately from the photos on his book covers. “Youre Dr. MacIntyre, the globally renowned paranormalist” she blurted out. She paused and continued in a slightly quizzical tone “and youre meeting us at the train station? I expected you to send a taxi. ” The man shrugged casually at Imogen's suspicions, as if this was thing he always did. Imogen could barely hold back, she had so many questions. “You must me Ms. Parker, Ive heard a lot about you. ” He lowered his cardboard sign extended an ink stained hand. It was calloused and rough, like Imogens fathers. It indicated he was a lot more accustomed to manual labour than the average high flying academic. After shaking Imogen's hand firmly, he returned it to a pocket, awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do with the appendage. “Oh and call me Steve, all my students do. Were not as big on formality here at Dunelm PSI, as you are at St. Thom Hule” he added “Hey Steve” Layla waved, never a fan of the british and there need for formality. “You must be Ms. Smith, Ill get those bags for you” Layla lowered her pannier Steve-wards, he didnt crumple under the considerable weight which was impressive, as wiry academics go, he clearly worked out. Steve managed to unlock the boot of the Audi and deposit the weighty panniers into it with some style and grace. Noticing they were indeed pannier bags he asked “You ride then? ” Layla nodded back at him. “Yeah I just got my first 125 a few months ago” “Sweet, what did you get? ” He inquired his tone intrigued. Clearly a fellow gearhead. Imogen decided that rather than ink as she first thought, this was definitely grease and oil on his hands and beneath his fingernails. “Picked up a BSA Bantam, from a salvage yard, fixed it up. Started with the frame, with my friends and their old man” Layla cut a long story short, not adding needing transport for the ‘Night Job. “Worked on a few of them in my time” Steve looked back at Layla, trying his best to mask his child-like enthusiasm for the subject. “So youre a British biker? Thats cool, would have thought by your accent youd be after Harleys and Indians” he nodded towards his car “Dont let the german motor fool you, Ive a few British bikes and a Triumph car myself. Helps to blow off the fusty academic cobwebs” Steve immediately offered to take the two impressionable seventeen year old to a pub. “Train food sucks”, he insisted, “even in first class. Much better to see the city on a full stomach. ” They withdrew to the snugg of an old pub with a coal mining name befitting the areas history: The Black Diamond. Steve and Imogen had a spirited debate about comparative demonology, in which he had an answer to almost all her burning questions. Layla whilst attempting to look enthusiastic sampled some of the local beer. The prospects of a British university life didnt seem all too bad to her: at this time back at Thom Hule theyd be facing the awful lunch of unidentifiable meat at the refectory. Here she could enjoy a steak that looked like it had seen a cow recently, and a decent room temperature pint of stout. When the lunch rush had cleared, and the snug was empty, but for them. Steve sighed expressively. “Ahh good, were clear of civilians” he looked around furtively “Look Im no good at cloak and dagger bullshit” His face fell, becoming visibly deflated. “Youve known me almost two hours and I hope you think Im on the level. ” the academic again surveyed the empty room before continuing “I used to, sort of, work for a certain body… who do a lot of, shall we say, ‘looking but they dont really see, if you get my drift” he sighed, “long depressing story of my life short, I dont like them and they really dont like me. despise you might say” Layla looked a little shocked. George, her best friend's dad and current watcher had said recently that a very old friend of his would identify themselves to them, with the code phrase ‘cloak and dagger bullshit (Laylas choice of phrase, naturally) she hadn't however expected one of Georges friends to be the wirey academic type. Although upon reflection, Mr Davison senior isn't exactly bookish, so someone had to be doing his research. She eyed Imogen who was beginning to look visibly upset. “Ohh The Council? The bloody Watcher's Council, not again! ” Imogen stage whispered as a lump began to rise in her throat. She wouldn't put it past those arch manipulators in their ivory tower, of working up this once in a lifetime offer. What if shed not gotten it on her own merit? Imogen could feel a deep pit of despair opening up within herself. “Yeah those tweed suited assholes, they originally sent me here to keep an eye on the Paranormal Studies Institute, stop them getting into any demonic trouble, its pretty dull, I watch the local hellmouth and file reports, when forced. ” “You have a Hellmouth here? Why can we never catch a break? ” Imogen put her head in her hands. Layla swallowed the last mouthful or so of the dark beverage. She stared at it as if looking for answers in the bottom of her pint glass before placing it down, a little harder than necessary. “We file enough reports already! ” she sighed “So where do I come into this? I stopped being the council's dancing monkey long ago, before they sent Dad-Bert to check on me theyd ditched me for months. Didnt check in with me after Mr. Miller, had his whole issue with getting bitey. The council didnt write and didn't call. Look Steve” Layla stood up, taking an almost confrontational stance “my friends are all I have, I mean to keep them safe” With that outburst Layla snapped back into life, and put a supportive arm around Imogens shoulders. It felt odd to be the outspoken one for a change. The tiny wrinkles upon Steves forehead became more pronounced for just a second. “Believe me I dont want to be like those jumped up ‘active duty watchers who treat their Slayers like pawns in some grand game of chess against evil. ‘G. George Davidson” he clarified “called me. Weve both worked outside their system for a long time. Not sure how he put up with their crap for so long. The tweed suits are supposed to protect their charges, not ditch them in harm's way, without consideration of risk, or an ounce of compassion. ” He slouched ever so slightly further into the seat, contemplating the dusty scotch bottles on the top shelf of the bar. The good stuff. He could do with a double to fortify his resolve now. G was making him into the man he never wanted to be: The ‘Watcher to the greatest Slayer in living memory. “Your friend Charity, is a prefect example. Its one of the reasons G wanted to see if Id take you on. Ive been killing demons since I was a kid, and their council took me away from all my mates at my crappy comprehensive school in my scummy working class Birmingham. Shipped me off to their poncy academy. ” He paused for a few more seconds, as if trapped in a bad memory, of a previous life. “So yeah I rebelled raised a pyro demon or two in my time. dealt with the problem myself, I was young and extremely stupid. ” He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “You raised a Demon? ” Imogen was suddenly paying close attention. looked on in awe, though she knew that sort of thing was well within her capabilities. Steve noticed. “Youve re-ensouled two vampires” He gave Imogen a certain look of admiration. Imogen was visibly taken aback. “All I did was raise a few demons. Kids stuff. Teenage rebellion. It was the seventies. They wouldn't let me out of their dumb school to go see The Specials live” he explained in a matter of fact manner, as if Ska where a fine rational for demon summoning. “So youre some kind of renegade ex watcher”? Layla rolled her eyes in disbelief. George Davidson wasn't a man to talk much of his hunting buddies, especially since there weren't many left. If this Steve was trying to weasel his way into their affections he would have at least pretend to like metal, not brassy reggae bollocks like Two Tone. She sneered inwardly of the thought of anyone liking that noise. “Id like to think myself more of a doer than a watcher. But yeah the council wants Imogen up here doing research into the paranormal that doesn't really go anywhere. But if you apply here too Layla, together all of us, we can do something. Make a difference. ” His pep talk lacked the required pep, but still, there was more to the world than Rosewater. “The few new thinkers, that we have at the council figure its time for a shake up, we should work together, their old renegade with this generation's fresh hip young one, if you, all of you if you wish, want to work with me, I wont tell my overlords to get stuffed” This was not the voice of a guy all fired up on council propaganda wanting to ‘fight the good fight. Layla had never encountered a watcher or someone trained by the watchers, in this case, that seemed to want to try and understand her. It was weird, eerie weird. “Its a lot to take in” Layla admitted, stating the obvious. She looked over to her girlfriend, her arm still holding her tightly by her side “I did get in here on academic merit didnt I? ” Imogen said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice, as if the bottom of her world could could fall out at any moment. “The council sent me a lot of your papers” Steve reassured the crestfallen Imogen “about different dimensional planes in classical history and philosophy. So yes you got here off your own hard work. Can I ask: did you use a learning spell when you wrote them? ” Imogen froze for a second, jaw hanging down, unsure of quite how to respond. “I had to use a comprehension talisman to understand some of it. ” He gave her a little smile which she nervously reciprocated. An uneasy silence befell the still empty snug. “Another drink ladies? ” Steve asked, heading in the direction of the bar. Layla nodded, and nudged Imogen who was in a world of her own. Jumping slightly, she also gave an affirmative nod. “Just a cranberry juice for me please” Steve returned drinks in hand. He was easily able to grasp the three drinks within his large hands: another stout for Layla, cranberry juice for Imogen and a shandy bitter for himself, he was after all driving. Getting comfortable on the nicely worn leather bench seat he began again, this time in a more relaxed tone. “So G has to deal with recovering ex blood drinker, and alcoholic Charity on his own? Shes totally what the council made her” Layla shook her head, in dismay. Charity barely listened to her at the best of times. “I assume you do know all about Charity? ” Imogen checked. Surly Georges research guy would fascinated buy the one and only ensouled slaypire. “I know. It was Gs plan all along. This way you both have watchers. ” she could see Steve had trouble saying that word. “Also the Councils eggs arent in one basket. Shes living proof that the council's old guard are not good at pastoral care. Some of those idiots would have tried to stake her on sight” Steve spat the words out like you would pips from an apple. “You Layla seem to have the best back up in the business already, Gs boys, well, they were both born into our line of work. Ive known them both since they were born. Im Barnabys Godfather, and Roberts honorary uncle” It suddenly dawned on Imogen that this was the mysterious Uncle, whod sent Robert all the computers and Meccano sets, that his dad could never afford over the years. He also, if memory serves, sent him a big cheque on his seventeenth birthday for driving lessons. “Youre Boberts Uncle Steve? You should have said” Imogen interjected. “Figure they would have told you about me, not a lot of Davidsons relatives about, not even adopted ones” Steve explained, in a tone steeped with regret. Alice had been his friend too: hed introduced her to George. You dont have much opportunity to let people get close in this line of work. Thats what happened and it came back to bite him. He had been bit alright, by a monstrous wolf hound, with rabies. He couldn't allow history to repeat itself with these kids, with his nephews. Again the awkward silence returned as Steve elected to gaze at his shandy as if it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. “Well this is the least graveyard-y introduction, with anyone, in this line of business Ive ever had” Layla quipped, trying to regain a handle on the situation. Steve looked back up and the sadness in his eyes disappeared as he let a small smile escape from the corner of his mouth “Im glad I impress. Gs probably told you he thinks you guys would respond better to a new guy, a me guy, than Charity will. Im reluctant to put yours and my nephews lives in jeopardy but lets be honest, hes no idea what to do about Imogen's casting, and think she needs better instruction” He paused, well that was real. Also not wanting to be the vain arcane caster stereotype. “Well Im the best guy he knows for hocus pocus” he explained. Probably the only caster G knew now Alice was dead, although he didnt want to say that. “You summon Demons and you spell cast? ” Imogen probed. “Some say Im good with a sword, as I am with an incantation” Steve attempted to remain modest. He wanted to make a good impression, he just wasn't sure how. People were hard work. Layla feeled the uncharacteristic need to fill the silence. “So youve been friends with Mr. D years? ” “Yeah its a funny story” Steve was more jovial, when speaking of his old friend “the council sent him and his office of special projects team along to sort out those pyro demons Id summoned to burn down the academy to wipe a smile off the prefects and teachers faces. Especially that bloody headmaster. By the time he got there Id dispelled them myself, but he became my mentor and weve been friends ever since. ” He paused for breath feeling a touch nostalgic. So quickly changed the subject. “Anyway Imogen, youll want to see my private collection. A lot of them are at my house, the dark stuff, that I dont want the cleaner or the porter finding. All locked safely in my cellar. But the majority are at the institute, in the vault with the alchemical lab and reagents store. Ive something for you there too Layla, I hope Ive picked up the right one, teenage girls are so hard to shop for. ” He smiled again at his own little joke. Hed been buying for a nephew for eighteen years now, and he supposed he had a lot of catching up a to do spoiling his Godson too. Alices spell interacting with his own warding had made his own memories odd, fluid. The Davidson Boys liked pretty much the same stuff he did cars, beer. video games. Also Barnaby liked that sport ball thing, simple. 3. The Institute and its Environs The Dunelm University Paranormal Studies Institute wasnt far away from the pub by the railway station. It was half way up a hill inside the city wall, away from most other university buildings, separated by a park and a car park. Close to s College which was a newer purpose built college from after the turn of the century. Its construction was necessitated when the university had grown out of old donated georgian town houses, into requiring full accommodation blocks with bars, study rooms and kitchens. The place was decked out in gargoyles turrets and ornamental towers, to fit in with the castle keep, the city walls and cathedral. Aslo the late 19th century gothic revival building of the institute almost next door. Steve gave his best tour guide impression as he drove, trying not to talk with his hands, pointing out all the best clubs and boozers, late opening restaurants, corner shops and takeaways as well as giving them a potted history of the city and university, anything of interest to potential students. “Youll both probably want to go into St. Cedds for the first year. Draught beer at their bar sucks, stick to bottles, but theyve an old Bomberman cabinet, the pool tables are 20p and there's a good sized car park” came the voice of experience whod been here most of his adult life, almost fifteen years now. “They have a few two bed flats that used to be for live in staff, whove since moved out. They're over a garage block round the back. I know the college Bursar. So I can get your names put down for one, so you're close by to the Institute. ” Steve continued to explain. “You really have everything planned out” Imogen observed, a hint of suspicion still evident in her tone. “Ive been in this town a long time. Came up from my native Midlands when I thought Id escaped the council's clutches. After their hell of a school I went to Birmingham Uni, first in my family to go to university. Mainly went there because I was local, missed my hometown. Also I could go drinking in the same pubs as Sabbath, got Ozzie to sign my beer mat once, one of the highlights of my life” Steve found it odd to have people in his car, the stereo was even off for once. “This is too good to be true, you have a signed Ozzie Osbourne beer mat? You said you were a Ska boy” Layla narrowed her eyes “Im a man of many musical genres, just ask my mum. Always was asking me to turn a different racket down. I keep my Ozzie Mitchell & Butler signed beer mat framed, locked up with all my most valuable chachkies” Layla was still suspicious, most of all about Steves musical taste. The council wouldnt go as far as faking The Prince of Darkness himselfs signature? Layla had such deep seeded trust issues with the council. The tyres of Steves austentatious rally spec Audi Quattro crunched on the gravel of the driveway up to the building that containerd the institute. Layla wondered if it was a requirement for all demon hunters to drive cool cars. Steve swung the car into a car parking space in the faculty car park, a dull brass plate bearing his name was on the curb. Various older Rovers and Jags were parked about. “Lets get some coffee and talk about the academic stuff, this way” he gestured as he leapt from the driver seat, letting Imogen out of the back, and holding the door for her. He had the air about him of Gene Wilder as WIlly Wonka showing the golden ticket winners his chocolate factory. Introducing them to everyone: the receptionist, the clerical staff, the department secretaries, the security man and the porter and the caretaker. “These are the people you talk to if you need anything” Steve knew them all by first name. He ambled up the stairs two at a time, tapping on office doors introducing them left and right all the while heading towards a a turret like room at the very top of the building. ‘This is so and so, they teach a module on such and such, Imogen was clearly thrilled to meet all these academics. It was nice for Layla to see Imogen so in her element. All of those lonely nights before her arrival at Thom Hule locked up with her books were finally paying off. “This is the nerve center” He said when they reached the summit of a huge spiral staircase as he began messing with his assortment of very large old keys on a sturdy keychain. Imogen could see a rune etched on one, a warding spell clearly: she could feel power emanating from behind the old oak double doors, mounted on which was a brass plate ‘Dr. S MacIntyre PHD: Chief Investiagior. These weren't even the books he considered dangerous, she could feel the books calling for her to read them. Finally Steve found both key and lock and swung wide the oak double doors and beckoned them to enter. He pulled off his heavy well worn coat, and hung it on a hat stand that was beginning to protest under all of the weight. Layla followed suit, noticing a pork pie hat sitting on the hat stand. She shook her head, more Ska boy evidence. Imogen dropped her jacket and her bag from under her arm onto and brown leather club chair, in front of an impressive fireplace: it wouldnt have looked out of place in a grand stately home. “Get comfortable, you both drink coffee right? Need it after the night job I expect” There was a little kitchenette behind an ajar door, Steve disappeared for a second to flick on a coffee maker, which began to gurgle away to itself. The whole large room was lined with old bookshelves and ancient books. The shelves were not oak like the floors and paneling, but yew, covered in engravings clearly to keep the power within the tomes contained. Theyd do similar with the “Crimp Collection”. At Imogens instance theyd already welded or etched protective and nullifying wards to the metal shelves, in the storage unit, but his place was leagues above that. “Impressive” said Imogen taking it all in, almost toppling backwards into the chair, Laya quickly offered her girlfriend a supporting hand. “Of course you can feel the power, I forget that not everyone is as magically intune. Biscuit? ” Steve reapered having taken of his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, presenting a tray with a large coffee press, next to it was matching seventies brown coffee cups with mauve roundels on them, a plate of garibaldis, chocolate digestives and pink wafers. A jug of milk was to the side with some brown sugar cubes. He placed it on the smaller coffee table on the left hand side of his room, by the cozy fireside with its overstuffed sofa and chairs. His desk was towards the bay window at the back. It reflected Steves erratic mile a minute manner of speaking: it was a total mess. Computers, books, official paperwork and junk all over its surface. In the detritus a picture of The Davidsons could be seen and a small oil painting of a long blue car, that looked to be one of Barnaby's. On the right of the room was a large boardroom style study table that could comfortably seat a group for a seminar. “Oh Laya, try these! ” He whipped a pair of sheathed blades in a heavy shaped leather holster from beside his desk and threw the whole thing over to Layla as if it were no weight at all. “Theres a blacksmith who lives in my village turns these out, special order, theyre not bad. A fellow demon hunter, Canon Oscar Eugenio blesses them” Layla catches and immediately unsheathed one of the pair of weapons in one graceful move. The item in her hand was a serrated silver machete blade of six inches in length, exquisitely made, with a Latin inscription, something along the lines of “Demons away”, Layla figured from her limited exposure to Latin. The blade was mounted on a vicious spiked knuckle duster also inlaid with silver. “Is that a trench knife like they had in WW1? ” Imogen asked her tone still a little far away, still adjusting to the resonant energies of the palace. Not bad for an ancient historian. “Good eyes! Yeah I figured it suited what G told me about Layla's fighting style” Layla moved the blade around closer to the window, in a better light, wordlessly examining the weapon. “Thanks. Very nice. So there are more Demon hunters than the council would have us believe? ” Layla enquired. Steve was easily the most talkative hunter shed ever met. She wanted as much information from him as she could glean. “Tons. Cant trust a word the council say. One Slayer our only defence? ” he snorted “Ludicrous! The Catholics have been hunting them for ages, not just in The Exorcist. The Canon sometimes calls me in for assistance, and sometimes I need his help with things, weve a mutual understanding. ” the gracious host poured out two cups of coffee for his guests before pouring a third for himself. Layla had never seen a garibaldi biscuit before. She nervously placed the thin biscuit into her mouth and carefully bit down. It wasnt the foulest thing she had ever tasted, but she was definitely filing garibaldis next to black pudding and marmite in the ‘weird british food that people actually like for some reason section of her brain. She of course was not rude enough to spit it out or put it back so as Imogen and Steve talked she slowly nibbled at the offending foodstuff. “... CofE have a less literal view of demons, Im afraid. Theyre more about the evil that people do. There are plenty of freelancers about, a lot of them call me up for my research skills. You know, all this. ” Steve gestured toward part of his collection. Once Layla had finally finished her biscuit, she again focused on the blade that Steve had given her. It despite its size was unexpectedly lightweight. She gripped the handle, placing each finger through the knuckleduster holes. She brought her arm up to her chest, pointing the blade outwards and away from herself. “I could take any old capes head clean off with this thing” Layla pondered out loud now examining the second of the perfectly matched blades. “Werewolves too because of the silver. But only bad ones” he hastily added “Barry, an old mate got himself bit on a Werewolf hunt years ago, lovely fella. Blessed silver shackles every full moon do the trick for him” It wasnt Steves fault when people didn't armour up properly, before a tussle with a werewolf or two. “Not had to deal with many werewolves in Rosewater” Layla instantly regretted saying this and was sure that now a pack would almost certainly be hunting her. “I've read all about them though! ” Imogen chipped in. The coffee and biscuits had perked her up after her brief magic shock from entering the office. That magic addiction reared its head at the most embarrassing of moments. But this place was starting to feel like the place she should be. “A blessed blade should hurt a vampire like hell as well” she continued “Youre not wrong, really hurts them even a little cut. Ive got Roy the blacksmith working on more, so if theres anything in particular you're after, let me know. ” If Steve had to let kids just out of high school, fight the forces of evil he wasnt sending them in unarmed. “I like these just the way they are but, some brass, well, stainless steel and silver knuckles are always handy. Much easier to conceal in a pocket” Layla seemed appreciative of the upgraded gear. Thats if Steve could read the self confident goth biker slayer... As she continued to talk to herself about different hypothetical weaponry, the academic pondered inwardly. She was really something according to Gs reports. But George wasnt a man for words, he had read all the Slayer lore and from where he was standing, with her list of confirmed kills, Layla Smith could be the best there had ever been. “Thats one idea, ” Layla finished as Steve zoned back in “Always good to have a backup” Steve agreed, he already had a car boot full “Do the council reimburse you for this stuff? ” Layla was still uncertain of the councils mysterious inner workings. “Nah Roy has an old Austin Maestro van, I fix it for him. Dad worked at Longbridge, so I know every nut and bolt ” Steve grinned. He loved old machines, even if he drove an seven year old four wheel drive in tough the northern winters. The Audi UR quattro was still a marvel of German engineering and could get through all but the worst of bad weather. It was just the thought of all the grit that made him a little hesitant to power through in his favourite motor during cold spells. “The council really dont provide you with weapons? ” Steve shook his head in distaine. “I wouldnt take them, theyre crap. But they pay expenses, keep giving me pay rises every year. I did bring a severed demon head in a cold box to a meeting with their finance committee once” He smiled evilly. “Think you can get a Slayer paid, and a watcher on the poverty line a rise? ” Layla had to ask, Steve seemed to understand the council's inner workings better than most people, she still didnt trust him entirely. People over thirty are always highly suspicious. “Hell yeah, you should see me buy cars. Ill get you three years back pay, plus a fat relocation allowance, and G should have been pulling down eighteen months double pay for taking care of two slayers” “You can really do that? ” Layla tried to hold back her astonishment. “Or I start a Amalgamated Watchers, Slayers and Demon Hunters trade union. Ive threatened to before. Not enough working class people in the Councils higher echelons” he half joked. Steve was clearly passionate about the right of workers, this did not seem a hollow threat. “Your dad must have been one of Red Robbos best guys if he was on the longbridge production line in the 70s” Imogen observed “He would have been blacklisted if his line manager hadnt been ex army as well. Dad was an Regimental Sergeant Major, never let the brass walk all over his guys or the bosses” Steve elaborated proudly “So whys Mr. Davidson not got much money? ” Imogen had to enquire, but immediately felt guilty “Foolishly he showed them his hand: hed kill Demons for free. Hes too proud to take my money. I do what I can” he paused for a moment, remembering something important. “Oh, and before you go…” Steve stood up and walked over to a bookcase. He put a finger to his lips and winked. Picking one carefully placed book, he was able to swing open a well designed panel revealing a small safe. As good as his word Steve fetched the Ozzie beermat. Inscribed ‘Steve, keep on rocking your mate Ozzy. Layla looked longingly at it, but she still wasnt that quick to trust, it was a thing that was earnt. Although she had to admit that a big old cheque from the watcher's council to prove Steve didnt just talk a good fight would go a long way towards that. Imogen was clearly dead set on coming here and would make the best of it to stay with her. To keep her girlfriend close by, so she could attempt to keep her safe. Prologue: When I grow up They were all set for University: a new city, a new hellmouth. Another new ‘Watcher whod rather not be one. But apparently knew how to game the system. Robert could write his own ticket for engineering and computer science. His dad had had to fight the front door because the letterbox had been ram jammed full, when disturbed caused a cascade of mail to take over the hallway: all unconditional offers from every university with an engineering programme in the country, after his paper on ‘New developments in ultra high frequency transmitting and receiving had been published. His father was awfully proud and all of these scholarship offers really took the financial strain off him. He was a proud man and found accepting financial handouts from even his oldest friends or his sons who had enough money to buy a major country in the bank, impossible to take. This hadnt stopped Robert and Barnaby buying their house, Mr. Millers old one, for him. They also loved to spend many a weekend and school holiday fixing it up with him: from lagging the pipes in the spring to building a large garage for the Impala, and helping to put another bedroom in the loft space. Rob eventually elected to do Engineering and Computer sciences at Dunelmian. It helped that the guy Rob had known since he was a toddler as “Uncle” Steve, the guy who encouraged him to become an engineer and bought him his first IBM compatible PC, would be there. Though it was two hundred and fifty miles away his father knew his younger son would be protected. Would be surrounded by his brother and his friends whod defeated a fallen angel, and sundry other horrors without the assistance of the watchers council ot its resources. Barnaby decided against taking any of the rugby scholarships hed been offered. He rationalised it by questioning the point of limiting himself to the conditions of a sport based scholarship? Its not as if he couldnt afford to pay for the best education available out of his own pocket. He elected to submit his portfolio and apply to the fine arts department and under his own merits as a promising young artist he was accepted and welcomed with open arms. He didnt have to spend a penny of his vast fortune, to offset his hit and miss academics, a lot of places looked down on a PE A level, but his A in art was all he needed. This wasnt high school anymore he could play rugby if he so chose, but lately that was coming second to painting, and combating the forces of darkness. His father was as proud of Barnaby as he was Rob.
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La Rumba Viene (Original Mix) 06:56) Gaijin Blues - Professor Tatsuro Kensu (Original) 05:33) George Lesley, Jaidene Veda, Doug Gomez - I Smile (Doug Gomez Bossacumbe Instrumental) 09:43) Gerardo Frisina - Camaguey (Tumbao) 05:11) Grupo Magnético - Papa Was a Rolling Stone (02:53) Hector Lavoe - Mi Gente (Louie Vega Eol Remix) 11:35) I-Robots - Glamouflage Ft. Schaltkreis Wassermann (Original Mix) 08:21) Jack Costanzo, Gerrie Woo - Hey Boy (Hey Girl) 02:23) James Stewart - Mugara Ndega feat. Martha Thom & Jacob Mafuleni (Original Mix) 05:34) Jerome Sydenham - Aro (Full Afro Dub) 08:50) JKriv - Deep Cove View (JKriv Edit) 06:33) JKriv - Ive Brussel (JKriv Rework) 06:53) Juan Laya & Jorge Montiel - Fruta Fresca (Pete Herbert Remix) 05:50) Juan Laya & Jorge Montiel - Sexmachina (04:28) Juan Laya & Jorge Montiel Feat. Maria Rivas - Manduco (05:36) Juan Laya And Jorge Montiel - Sexmachina (Extended Version) 05:45) Juan Laya, Jorge Montiel, Ramon Ruiz - La Guitarra Azul, Pt. 1 (04:32) Juan Laya, Jorge Montiel, Ramon Ruiz - La Guitarra Azul, Pt. 2 (05:12) Julie Coker - Gossiper Scandal Monger (05:37) Karl Hector & Nicolas Tounga - Ngunga Yeti Fofa (The Joaquin Joe Claussell's Electric Afrika Version) 11:35) Lagartijeando - Añoranza en las Yungas (05:38) Lance Ferguson - Sweet Power, Your Embrace (Sweet Re-Edit) 07:15) Madou Kouyate - Nindjougou (Unnayanaa Remix) 07:06) Me And The Gang - Soulfood (05:13) Melohman - Mela Fela (Original Mix) 07:39) Men From The Nile, Peven Everett, Jazzanova - Watch Them Come. Jazzanova Remix) 07:19) MLiR - Mania (Original Mix) 11:29) Musta - Mangiamo (Original Mix) 07:52) Mustafa - Bombele (Original Mix) 04:12) Nickodemus, Innov Gnawa, Umoja - Mystic Molay (Umoja Remix) 05:18) Nickodemus, Ismael Kouyate, Tal M. Klein - N'Dini (Tal M. 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Seun Anikulapo Kuti (11:31) Red Axes - Addis (Original Mix) 09:39) Ritmo Y Tumbao, Josh Milan - Uprock (06:28) Rob Hayes - Canción Sol (Original Mix) 05:00) Sam Qs, Vanessa Zagatto, Herb Middleton - Pickpocket (Herb Middleton Remix) 03:13) Sano & Kapote - Sabrosito Tool (07:25) Shamrock - People Of The Rain (05:53) Shina Williams, Shina Williams, His African Percussionists - Agb'oju L'ogun (Original LP Version) 11:39) Sol Power All-Stars - It Ain't Right feat. 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Artist: VA Title: Traxsource Top 100 Afro, Latin, Brazilian (22 Aug 2019) Genre: Afro House Release Date: 2019-08-22 Quality: 320 kbps Afro Festival Led By Fantastic Tchico Tchicaya, Na – El Manicero Se Va (7:57) Azymuth, Spiritual South – Roda Pião (Spiritual South Remix) 6:06) Brothers In Arts – Ollopa (Original Mix) 6:26) Brutal Bill – Black Sugar (Brutal Salsa Tribal Mix) 3:40) Brutal Bill – Sueno Latino (Tribal Groove Mix) 6:37) COEO – Cabrio Mango (Original Mix) 5:21) Coeo – Nigerian Affair (6:53) Coladera – Mantafro (Original Mix) 3:25) Cotonete & Dimitri from Paris – Parribean Disco (Original Mix) 8:03) Da Hit Makers, Afrik-N-Soul – Ancestrial Keys (AFRIK-N-SOUL RETOUCH) 7:38) Daniel Haaksman – Puerto Rico (4:46) Dany Cohiba – NuYorican Trumpet (5:42) David Walters – Mama (3:43) Daz-I-Kue, Tempo – Crash Boat Party (6:56) De Pikles – Cumbia al Palo (Original Mix) 4:57) Derun – La Puerta Del Cielo (Original Mix) 7:40) Digital Afrika – Dark Matter (Original Mix) 5:15) Digital Afrika – Mozambique (Original Mix) 6:36) DJ Disse – Riders In The Storm (Original Mix) 7:21) Dom Bird – Anikulapo (Giovanni Damico Afro Dub Mix) 5:37) Doug Gomez, Toto Berriel – Coros En La Calle (Afro Caribe Mix) 7:34) Edson Conceição, Mike Burns – Filhos de Gandhi (Um Abraço em Gilberto Gil) Mike Burns Edit) 4:38) Eko Roosevelt – Tondoho Mba (4:42) Fatnotronic, In Flagranti – Botoque (5:46) Flow Dynamics – Bossa for Bebo (5:00) Freak Do Brazil – Samba do Gringo (4:55) – La Rumba Viene (Original Mix) 6:56) Gaijin Blues – Professor Tatsuro Kensu (Original) 5:33) George Lesley, Jaidene Veda, Doug Gomez – I Smile (Doug Gomez Bossacumbe Instrumental) 9:43) Gerardo Frisina – Camaguey (Tumbao) 5:11) Grupo Magnético – Papa Was a Rolling Stone (2:53) Hector Lavoe – Mi Gente (Louie Vega Eol Remix) 11:35) I-Robots – Glamouflage Ft. 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Seun Anikulapo Kuti (11:31) Red Axes – Addis (Original Mix) 9:39) Ritmo Y Tumbao, Josh Milan – Uprock (6:28) Rob Hayes – Canción Sol (Original Mix) 5:00) Sam Qs, Vanessa Zagatto, Herb Middleton – Pickpocket (Herb Middleton Remix) 3:13) Sano & Kapote – Sabrosito Tool (7:25) Shamrock – People Of The Rain (5:53) Shina Williams, Shina Williams, His African Percussionists – Agboju Logun (Original LP Version) 11:39) Sol Power All-Stars – It Aint Right feat. 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