1st Dusting

[makeitquick]

[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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[herotypical]

Huh. Is that so?

[ someone'll have to go back and stalk a few of those items. ]

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[makeitquick]

Serious.

[and now a first tentative nibble. Trying to get a feel for the taste]

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[herotypical]

...It's not gonna bite you back, you know. Don't tell me a few hours is long enough to hear someone tell you a horror story about my food prep, huh?

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[makeitquick]

Never had half the stuff on this, 'member? I'm being cautious. [That said, as soon as Buffy calls her on it she takes a bigger bite. And then spends a long time chewing it, trying to... sort out all the weird tastes in here. There are... a lot of tastes.]

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[herotypical]

...Well?

[ she lifts half of her own sandwich off her place and bites in. ]

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[makeitquick]

This is... a lot of flavor. Jesu.

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[herotypical]

But...in a good way, right?

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[makeitquick]

[Chew... chew second bite, swallow]

...Yeah, I guess.

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[herotypical]

You...guess?

Ugh. I knew I should've gone with the roast beef.

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[makeitquick]

Summers, don't be a spaz. I never ate turkey or half of this stuff 'fore, I'm still deciding if it's good or not. If you needa focus on something else, tell me about the evil here.

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[herotypical]

Alright. Pick a card, any card -- the evil inside the barrier or the evil outside?

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[makeitquick]

Outside's that war and the scientist guys, so let's focus in.

[Bite. Chew]

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[herotypical]

Well, for one? There's not much in the way of, uhm, lurks.

[ should she mention angel? hmm. ] Not currently.

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[makeitquick]

Well that's a plus.

[Bite, bite]

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[herotypical]

There are others here that are tougher nuts to crack, though.

[ buffy reaches for her journal. begins to flip through the pages. ]

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[makeitquick]

[Nod. Bite... bite. Go on, Summers.]

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[herotypical]

[ she lays the journal out to the page that outlines the villain filter. ]

Here's what's...mostly known. I doubt it's the be all and end all, though.

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[makeitquick]

...Wow. That's a lotta ner-do-wells.

[And now she looks through the list. Weird names]

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[herotypical]

Unfortunately for here? The less than heroic also have a habit of getting sucked into Bizarro Wing World.

[ she returns to her sandwich. ] But even with these folks? Slaying's a little...complicated. Melaka? People don't die here. Or -- they do. Just not for keeps.

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[makeitquick]

Guy named Derek told me that.

[A beat. Mostly she's pausing to see if Buffy will react to the name, which means she'll trust it as legit]

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[herotypical]

[ a slight smile. ] Derek didn't steer you wrong.

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[makeitquick]

Good. Harda know who you can trust in the whole "new world" thing. I'll trust bonds for a Slayer.

[A beat]

...'Course, I only got your word you're a Slayer.

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[herotypical]

...Fine. Pick your poison. Your proof-poison. I'll make good on it.

[ this is a strange position she's never been in, before. ]

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[makeitquick]

[She considers a moment. She doesn't want to break anything in the house, but how can she test it...? Actually. She reaches over to pick up the knife Summers was cutting with]

I don't wanna break your flat here.

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[herotypical]

...Outside? I mean -- unless you wanna wait for me to prove the regen card and wanna hand that knife back. Though, my roommate is kinda particular about things like that. He might throw a fit if he found out I split my palm open in the middle of the kitchen.