makeitquick | 4th Dusting

...Sorta a demon monkey.

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

...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! ]

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]

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

House-trained, I hope?

...More or less.

How...comforting.

Don't fret, Summers.

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

[ 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?

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

[Eyebrow arch]

...Shadow Men. Know anything about them?

Not by that name, I think.

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

What's a Council?

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

Oh.

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

...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. ]

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

[A bit evasive.]

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

Sucks.

...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. ]

...Y'think? Sorta just a tale of a long dead girl.

[Melaka can't know the connection of the slayer dreams. She brushes it off. It did surprise her at the time, yes, but the emotional impact of it never hit her]

A long dead girl who lives...[ huh. how to explain this without sounding corny? ] I still see her, Melaka. I saw her in my first dream and I've seen her in nightmares. I've seen her on spirit quests. The first girl. I stood where she stood -- where they did that to her.

They tried to turn her into a tool, Melaka. Turn all of us into their own weapons. [ a beat. ] But they failed.

Seeing as how the Watcher in my time was a needs, failed bad.

They haven't...always failed, though. Over time. Some've been sneakier than others. Some have been better than others. Sure. The diaries are informative and all but...the dreams?

[ a pause. ] That's through their eyes. The girls. Not their Watchers.

[Nod. That's what's been bugging her - the point of view issue]

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