4th Dusting

[makeitquick]

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How many of you got demons back home? Or met 'em here? Tell me about 'em.

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[herotypical]

Breakfast cereal, Mel. Colourful and delicious. Sinfully so.

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[makeitquick]

Oh. He might like that. [And more rumbling. She sighs and then goes to open the door to the other room. Down the hall she goes]

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[herotypical]

[ buffy...follows. what? she's curious. ]

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[makeitquick]

[Opening the door and... A MONKEY. It jumps out!!

Okay no more: Melaka isn't reacting much to Gates jumping out of the room. She actually just sort of sighs and hopes it won't make Buffy jump too much]

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[herotypical]

[ there is a tightening of the slayer's posture but no genuine jumping; she was, at least, pre-warned by the crashing and smashing. her eyes do widen, however, and she swings her sight quickly from gates to melaka. ]

...Your monkey has extra arms.

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[makeitquick]

...Sorta a demon monkey.

[She said as Gates leaps to climb up to the rafters]

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[herotypical]

...Huh. Why aren't there every any normal monkeys, huh? I swear. Since coming here the only monkeys I've ever seen? An undead one and your...demony one.

[ she crosses her arms. ] He's from home? [ our home. how novel that still feels! ]

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[makeitquick]

Yeah. Found 'em on a grab, he stole something from me, but lead me so something else. Fig'd I owed letting him stay as a flatmate.

[She looks up at where Gates is settling into climbing around the ceiling. She does like the little bastard too]

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[herotypical]

[ buffy keeps her sights set firmly on the monkey. ]

House-trained, I hope?

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[makeitquick]

...More or less.

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[herotypical]

How...comforting.

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[makeitquick]

Don't fret, Summers.

[And now walking back towards the main room and therefore the chairs, ignoring the monkey in the ceiling for now]

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[herotypical]

[ buffy has a harder time ignoring the monkey. but she tries, regardless. ]

Right. Here's me, fret-free. [ a pause; she sits on a chair. ] Where do you wanna start?

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[makeitquick]

Wherever you wanna. You're the tales-teller.

[Eyebrow arch]

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[herotypical]

...Shadow Men. Know anything about them?

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[makeitquick]

Not by that name, I think.

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[herotypical]

...Think of them as the Council before the Council got all....Councilfied.

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[makeitquick]

What's a Council?

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[herotypical]

The Council. As in Watchers'. Watchers' Council.

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[makeitquick]

Oh.

You mean the people that shoved all sorts of mojo and demons and stuff into a girl to make the slayers?

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[herotypical]

...Right. So you know that part? How do you know that part? Who told you about that part?

[ gee. she had to go and get creepily violated in the first slayer's place to go learn about that. ]

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[makeitquick]

He- ...guy that told me I was the Slayer.

[A bit evasive.]

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[herotypical]

...Huh. Took me seven years to learn that part.

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[makeitquick]

Sucks.

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[herotypical]

...I don't know. Sometimes? I wonder if I was better off not knowing. [ the chains. they had been the worst. chain to that cave while the shadow men worked their ritual.

she must have been so scared. she must have been so angry. sineya. ]