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1st Dusting

[Voice]

[This voiced bit is made after this hapadash intro here. Getting to be around sunset now]

So, is this Slayer part two here, show up in some "other world?" Gotta say, this is totally toy if it is.

But hey, girl's gotta do, right? So any lurks out there, here I am. Come find me, I dare you.

[To be honest, she's not sure if she believes this is the case or not. She's just restless - to be out of Versi, to not be near Gates or Erin or her new flat with all the heritage she was just beginning to discover. To assume - or perhaps more accurately, pretend - that showing up in this weird wing-world is an extension of that whole deal.

If anyone wants an action portion instead, she's ~~wishing she had her scythe or blaster~~ hanging out around central plaza, on one of the shop roofs, watching people. At least she has on her own set of clothes by now]

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It's...kinda cutesy. Very Generation Y. I feel like I oughta be shaking a stick at you and telling you get off my lawn which, really, being a girl with funky speech patterns to begin with? Hello, surreal experience.

Hate to break it to you, but from my perspective you're the ones who still use landcars.

...Are you sure you're from the future and not just some rock star's acid trip? It feels like I should probably ask.

Jesu, I dunno. I'm putting off the digesting of talking with ancient past-girl.

Edited 2011-09-05 02:56 (UTC)

Me? I'm not ancient. [ huff. ]

Over two Cen back to me.

...Surely, that just makes me -- mature!

[ said with that highly pretentious pronunciation of the word. YOU KNOW THE ONE. ]

[....Pfft]

Nothing saying, Grandma Slayer.

...Oh, you just didn't! And here I am, taking you home for turkey sandwiches out of the goodness of my own heart.

Hey, rib my city, I can throw you a punch or two.

...I'm sure you can. Literally, too.

[...]

You telling me to fight you, Summers?

Edited 2011-09-05 03:16 (UTC)

...I was actually aiming for a playful inside joke given our shared occupation.

Oh.

[A beat] Yeah then... yeah, I could.

[ oh dear lord it's like flashes of kendra's non-humour all over again. ]

...So we'll work on the funny. That's okay. C'mon, the house is just down here.

[ she splinters away from the main path. ]

I'm plenty funny. Just a bad day!

[Huff. But she follows, obediently. Yep]

Well, you did end up here. That might be considered baddest. Have you had a look-see over the guide yet?

Yeah, I ocked it. Not totally clear with everything, but I started the read.

...It's a bit of a brain overload, that's for sure. But if you have any questions? I've -- I've been here for a while, Melaka. I'll answer whatever I can.

Yeah, well... if turkey stims me to some questions, I'll run them by you.

[ up the front steps! ]

After you. [ and buffy opens the door. ]

Thanks.

[Okay, in through the door. And into... homey home]

[ a homey home littered with well-loved weapons. at least the scythe is still carefully tucked away somewhere else. ]

Okay. Kitchen? Over here. Want some orange juice, too?

[Oh, weapons. Weapons are something she's used to. But no, okay, let's just head to the kitchen for now. following her. Wait... Orange Juice?]

Okay, juice. I like juice.

Something she knows and likes. Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner. One tall class of pre-sandwich OJ coming straight up.

[ buffy tugs the fridge door open and grabs a carton. ]

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