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1st Dusting

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[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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[ her gaze narrows. confused, not suspicious. ] You...weren't trained by a Watcher? Not that -- not that that's bad. No one really is, now. Anymore. I mean I train the girls in my squad, now. So being Watcherless isn't such a bad bag.

[Okay, she can't talk about Urkonn. she's not sure if it's because she doesn't want this woman to know she worked with a demon, or because, ultimately, she needed to kill her dear friend. She's not sure if it's because of the pain or the shame... but.

She derails it instead]

Like I said, I only met one Watcher. She told me I was gunna be the Slayer, and said I would "cleanse the world with fire."

...Then lit himself to burn first.

Oh, God.

[ ten years on the job and she can still feel things so keenly. ]

Not the best of days.

[Especially when she had to dive into the water with him to "save" him]

...Few days even qualify as 'good', on this job.

I'm sorry.

You don't need to 'pologize to me, Summers.

[Even if it is... sort of nice]

...You shouldn't have been alone. I tried -- the idea, you see, was that no girl would have to be the only one, anymore. No more solo slaying.

And you were dust long before I was born. Nothing doing.

...Is it wrong that I actually find that strangely comforting?

Pulls blame of you, so not really.

...I guess so. Still -- there's -- it's nice, I guess. I've never met another Slayer who's had to do the alone thing. And that's probably a good thing but it's nice to...be relate-able.

[ . . . ]

If we're gunna do the swapping tales thing, can we at least get a bite first?

The bar's a little more suited to a liquid diet but...but, hey? I have all the fixings for sandwiches at home and I have it on a semi-trustworthy authority that I can't mess those up too badly. If you're game.

Home cooking? [...Wow uh. she flatters a moment and then nods]

Yeah, I'm game.

Oh, I wouldn't go so far as to call it cooking. What with the it mostly just being cold things put on bread. It's not even hardly a science. But...hey, whatever slices your loaf.

[ and buffy pushes up from the table. ]

[Mel does much the same, falling into pace behind the woman. She's shorter, but older... and more importantly, she's done this calling longer. She's a Slayer. Probably a more real Slayer than she can ever be. She's got a lot of think about, so she just makes a sound of confirmation]

...Found a place to live yet, Melaka?

[ slayer? sure. but also a new feather. ]

Like I said, only been 'round a few hours. So... not just yet. [A beat] Actually, ended up barging in on some poor slack.

Post-sandwiching, we can set you up with an apartment.

[ how keen the older slayer is to take the younger under her, ahem, wing. ] How'd the slack take it?

...Better than he shoulder, given what I ended up doing to his arm.

Oh, gee. Do I even want to know? Should I just ignore this? Plausible deniability, yadda yadda yadda?

He's a radie or something - healed better than we would've.

[She shakes her head]

[ once upon a time buffy nearly decapitated this same fellow; oh, what irony! ]

Some folks're like that, here. It's like a zoo for superheroes.

Completely skew. Just glad he was though - would've been a toy of a first impression.

Sorry...toy?

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